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Someone applauded outside the door and walked into the hall with a smile, "It's a good show of blood thicker than water, do you send it or not, do you think Qiao Laosi thinks that you are innocent and not involved?" It's just that you're still a step behind in the end, someone has already sent the gift under your banner. ”

"Han Chen?" Ning Fu was stunned, and his eyes subconsciously looked next door, and there was a moment of blankness in his mind.

Is he going to completely oppose her and the Qiao family?

"I'll give you the news." Lin Qingzhi sat in the chair and tilted his body, looking at the direction of Han Chen's mansion outside the door, "Qiao Pinghai can't get up after being beaten, the current situation is worse than Qiao Laosi, his younger brother Qiao Yunzhi has been reused immediately, and he has taken over his three silver numbers in Beijing and shouldered the beams of the family." ”

Ning Fu smiled, thinking that Qiao Pinghai was completely finished.

That night, the deputy steward in Qiao Hongru's mansion stared at the people and threw out a few gift boxes in the back alley, as soon as a few people returned from the back door, someone immediately stepped forward to rummage around, took out the name card from the gift box and disappeared into the depths of the alley in an instant, turned his head Ning Fu took the name card handed by Zhou Fan, and saw that there was really her name on it, even she herself couldn't distinguish the imitation traces of the place where the money was dropped.

The next day, three imperial doctors entered and exited Qiao Hongru's mansion one after another, and the entire four-room mansion of the Qiao family was surrounded by a gloomy atmosphere, and even passers-by walked in front of the door, feeling a cold wind.

Qiao Hongru has not been on the court for several days, the court situation is slightly moving, the academy is choosing a day in the afternoon to enter the palace to face the saint, chatting very happily, when the court Taifu accompanied on the left, dusk around the palace out of the palace.

This conversation took a long time, but after knowing that the emperor was in a good mood, what the three of them said, no one knew, Xu is related to the court situation, Xu is just a casual chat to relax after tea in the afternoon.

At dinner, the main adult of the branch courtyard asked people to invite, Lin Qingzhi happened to be here today to prepare dinner, Lin Qingzhi happened to be among the invitees, and the two went to Qingteng Academy together.

Staring at Ning Fu's door was Qiao Sai, who had not bothered to focus on Ning Fu's side recently because of Qiao Hongru's affairs, but her courtyard was full of Han Chen's eyeliner who couldn't be driven away, and she made a decision on her front foot, before anyone entered the carriage, Han Chen heard the news next door, and went out one step ahead of her, and went straight to Qingteng Academy.

Ning Fu and Lin Qingzhi saw Han Chen at a glance when they got off the bus at the academy, the two immediately looked at each other with different expressions, bowed their heads and smiled at each other, no one said anything, greeted each other generously, and politely entered the study room of the courtyard.

It was another long conversation, during which the people who delivered tea failed to enter the door of the study, and when the fog rose again in the depths of the night, several people stepped out of the study room one after another.

Ning Fu asked Lin Qingzhi to drive.

Cheng Yan had asked her to go back to rest earlier, anyway, with Lin Qingzhi and Qinghe still there, Cheng Yan was not worried, and he had always understood that her arrangement was reasonable, so he went early, and the carriage in the backyard was left.

Lin Qingzhi didn't follow, his eyes squinted at Han Chen.

Han Chen didn't look at him.

Ning Fu glared.

Lin Qingzhi bit his lip and buried his head in the backyard.

When the three of them were there, they didn't feel that one person was missing that they felt unusually quiet, and in the pale white mist, the haze seemed to cover all the dark and deep eyes.

Han Chen stood under the corridor, his eyes were slightly narrowed but very bright in the dark fog, and the corners of the eaves were in the direction beyond the top, his eyes were sharp but as cold as frost and snow.

The night was cold.

He suddenly looked away.

Then he saw that under the ginseng trees in the courtyard, in the mist, the woman dressed as a teenager, calm as a wave, stood with her hands in the hanging branches, watching him from afar.

It's like a laugh, but it's not a laugh.

Han Chen looked back from afar.

Under the fall, in the cracks, the woman is always like water, quiet as if she is in the midst of poetry and painting, standing in the gap does not make people feel humble, and when bearing the fall, it does not make people feel powerless to fight against fate, always calm into a bamboo chest, under such a calm face, behind such an indifferent body, a wave.

Such a woman who can follow the trend and squeeze out her own way no matter what situation she is in.

The eyes of the two met, and at this time they both had a different meaning from the past.

From the initial complete passivity, the pattern of life and death and fate are in his hands, to today's distant relative, each with a smile and a calculation.

He knew his things she knew, just as she knew he knew what she knew.

Han Chen suddenly had a strange premonition - this woman who had made him feel a little interesting from the beginning, after slowly growing stronger unconsciously, she would gradually walk towards him, with an increasingly unpredictable and unpredictable attitude.

He suddenly wanted to go over and say a few words, but he had no clue what to say, he didn't think about it, and he couldn't think about it well, but he vaguely felt that these few steps towards her were enough for him to figure out what to say to her.

He was about to take a step when she suddenly turned her head away.

It's close, but all of a sudden it seems out of reach.

The fog seemed to begin to flow in the air, sometimes thin and sometimes thick, and swam around the jade man like smoke, but she still did not look at anyone, but looked up slightly at the old dead tree beside her.

Lin Qingzhi came by car, and when she came to the vicinity of her, she turned her gaze away, turned her head and smiled at Lin Qingzhi, I don't know what she said, Lin Qingzhi seemed to be very disapproving, her expression gradually loosened, and she didn't mind Lin Qingzhi's attitude, and raised her head slightly, as if she was sniffing the fragrance in the fog.

But at this time, in this realm, there is no fragrance.

It was another one she hadn't seen.

She only faced him with sharpness and sharpness, a scheming that was floating and sinking, and she was afraid to avoid it.

He suddenly felt a little irritated for some reason.

The dense fog seems to be really thinner, the atmosphere is no longer leisurely, and those wonderful halos that could not be seen before but felt clearly were shattered at this moment as if they had never appeared, and this thin and white fog made it unbearable to see the indistinct oppression.

Han Chen raised his hand, far away, and pointed at Ning Fu.

Ning Fu looked back, and saw that Master Taifu under the corridor looked uncertain at some point, his thin lips were pursed, and his expression seemed to be quite unfriendly, and he felt a little resentful in his heart-You seemed to be in a good mood in the study of Lord Yuanzheng just now, why did you become like this in the blink of an eye?

How old is a person, still so moody?

He pointed at her, the carriage, and then Lin Qingzhi, and then left with his sleeves.

"There is a difference between men and women, don't be in the same room."

The corners of Ning Fu's mouth twitched, bowed, smiled, and watched him leave.

"You'd better keep that in mind."

(To be continued.) )