cpa300_4(); I thought about it, and for the safety of Huang Tianba, I still said, "Madam, please forgive Qingying for not suing you." ”

Yang Jinqiao's eyebrows frowned slightly, and just about to say something, I continued: "However, Qingying once heard Lord Yang say that neither he nor you must see the Third Highness fail. If this sentence is true, then the purpose of Qingying's trip is also the same, I hope Mrs. can believe Qingying. ”

Yang Jinqiao looked at me, as if she was a little shocked, and after a deep groan, she said, "Are you going to find that person named Huang Tianba?"

She even knew about Huang Tianba, and it seemed that Yang Yunhui had already told her everything before.

I nodded, "Not bad." ”

Yang Jinqiao was silent for a moment, and then said: "Yue Qingying, today His Royal Highness entered the palace and went to the Chengqian Palace, to visit-visit His Royal Highness the Prince," she hesitated when she said this, and I suddenly felt a little tingling in my heart, but I still listened calmly, she continued: "I can give you this day's time, but you'd better come back early, don't let him find out." ”

Hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh in my heart.

Since he went to the Chengqian Palace, everyone knew who the person he saw was, how could he still have the heart to care about me?

I smiled and greeted Yang Jinqiao: "Thank you, Mrs. Jinqiao." ”

Yang Jinqiao can still speak in Shangyang Palace, as soon as she spoke, no one stopped me when I went out, but I still didn't go to the place where Huang Tianba settled immediately, took a carriage out of Shangyang Palace, and after getting off the carriage on East Street, I walked two streets before I called a carriage, arrived at Yuansi Hutong, got off the carriage again, and after Yangliu Lane, I smelled a cold fragrance on the tip of my nose.

The Ome Garden to the west of Tongjakdai.

From afar, I saw the red clouds behind the towering wall, which was a brilliant blooming red plum, which looked particularly delicate against the background of the snow.

Reaching out and pushing, the door opened.

Under the plum tree, a man in a green shirt was sitting at the stone table, warm wine, and when he heard the creaking sound of the snow being stepped on, he smiled and turned his head.

"Qingying, are you here?"

The sun is just right, and those amorous eyes are shining with warm light in the snow and red plums, making people feel that they are also warm in the ice and snow.

I walked to the table: "Huang Ye." ”

"Sit down. ”

He pouted at the stool across from him, and I sat down across from him, and he looked at me carefully, and then said, "Are you better?"

"It's just a skin trauma that makes you remember. ”

"It's okay. He nodded, looked at me again, seemed to hesitate, and said, "What happened that night?"

"Huh?"

"You guys, what's wrong?"

Looking at his cautious inquiry, as if he was afraid of hurting me, I was not so sad, and smiled bitterly: "Master Huang, there is no problem, what you see this time is the most real." ”

He was stunned for a moment, and said with some hesitation: "Could it be that he—"

I laughed.