Qinghe saw that there were vague words on the letter, and put away her nonchalant attitude. The www.biquge.info quickly took back the letter, but it was too late, and the flames had already consumed most of the letters. What can be recovered is only a fragment of a page.

"What?" The county lord of Anping raised his head from the pillow and turned to Qinghe, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his dark brown eyes were full of doubt. Then he turned his eyes to the letter in Qinghe's hand, and said to Qinghe: "Letter, bring it!" ”

Although Qinghe still had a grudge against the county lord of Anping, he still hung his head and respectfully handed the letter to the county lord of Anping.

The brazier in the wing room still emitted this heat, leaving the smell of burnt paper and curling green smoke.

The county lord of Anping sat up from the bed, took the fragment handed over by Qinghe, lowered his head, and looked at it. Leave Qinghe a silhouette, a white neck, and long jet-black hair. The county lord of Anping's face was pale, his delicate eyebrows were pulled up to the center of his eyebrows, his eyelashes trembled, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and the hand hidden under his sleeve unconsciously grabbed his palm. There are only a few numbers on it, but it hits the softest place in the heart of the county lord of Anping.

"Qinghe, Qingzhi, you all let me out!" The county lord of Anping hung her head, she couldn't see her expression clearly, she squinted her eyes as if she remembered something, and said coldly: "No, Qinghe, you stay, Qingzhi will wait outside!" No one is allowed to come in! ”

Qinghe Ben and Qingzhi were about to leave the Anping County Lord's wing, and one foot had already stepped on the threshold, but at this time, the Anping County Lord asked her to go back, and Qinghe's body was a little stiff. She didn't like this county lord very much, and the events of yesterday and today added together, which made Qinghe's mood even worse.

"Yes." With a low eyebrow salute, Qinghe retreated from the door to the side of the county lord of Anping, bowing down and standing in front of the county lord of Anping.

After a while, Qinghe saw a pair of white and small feet in front of him, like jade carvings, smooth and flawless. Then I heard the crisp voice of the county lord of Anping: "I know that you are straight and anxious, I can understand that you have your own views on things, yesterday I was too eager and accidentally hurt you." It's my fault. Suddenly, his voice turned cold: "But, after all, I am your master!" Don't think I don't know what's going on in your mind! I can still distinguish between the respect in my heart and the respect on the surface. ”

Qinghe fluttered, knelt on the ground, and straightened his back: "The slave doesn't know what she did wrong?" Ask Miss Mingjian. He lowered his head, and the beads on his head trembled.

"Raise your head and let me see your angry expression!" Speaking slowly, with unmistakable contempt, the county lord of Anping took a few steps back. Qinghe only saw the hem of her skirt trembling, and the fair-skinned and small feet of the county lord of Anping left her sight.

Qinghe raised his head obediently, but his eyes did not look directly at the county lord of Anping, and argued: "Miss, where do the slaves dare to be angry with you?" Qinghe's face was a little more pink, Qinghe's original appearance was heroic, his eyebrows were thick and black, his eyes were also narrow fox eyes, his lips were thin, and he looked indifferent and ruthless.

Lord Anping walked to the edge of the dresser next to the bed, sat down on the stool in front of the table, and untied his sideburns. She picked up an ebony comb, brushed it from beginning to end, and continued to comb it.

"Today, you did it on purpose, you burned it on purpose!" The lord of Anping County spoke in a gentle tone, but his attitude was firmly affirmative, and then he added: "That letter, if you don't mention it, where will I remember it!" ”

"Miss, the slave maid is wronged, the slave maid just wanted not to burn the wrong one, so she asked, where can it be deliberate!" Qinghe knelt on the ground, her back was straight, and her pink and white clothes were on her, but she looked cold and inviolable.

"You know that I am depressed, but you deliberately provoke me to make an irrational choice, and then pretend to persuade me not to burn, if you really want me to calm down, how can you ask such a question? Just burn the letter that annoys me, so why ask? The county lord of Anping asked, and the hand combing his hair stopped.

If you want to add sin, why should you do it? This was completely vexatious, Qinghe was depressed, but he still replied calmly: "Miss, is there something about Mrs. written on that letter?" But can the person who wrote the letter be trusted? Mademoiselle doubted me, and it was better to suspect the sinister intentions of the man who wrote the letter. "There are not many people or things that can make the county lord of Anping angry, if it is about the princess of Ningguo, the county lord of Anping will be so abnormal. And Qinghe also read the words on the letter at that time, so he knew the reason for the anger of the county lord of Anping.

The hand of the county lord of Anping held the comb tightly, and surprise and suspicion flashed in his dark brown eyes. The county lord of Anping looked at the servant girl kneeling in front of him, lowered his head, straightened his waist, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, isn't this the quality he liked at the beginning? But as it seems to be so hateful now, the hateful thing is that she knows that she is just looking for a suitable scapegoat for her mistakes to alleviate the torment in her heart, but she refuses to accept it. But this also made the county lord of Anping realize the facts. At the same time, Qinghe is also very suspicious, why did she happen to mention the letter given by Zhao Huimin, and why did she just burn the letter halfway before extinguishing the fire? Is this just a coincidence? Why does she know so much? For example, this letter is related to his mother.

The letter was indeed related to his mother, but the words at the back were burned and the language was unknown. That's why I'm so stimulated.

"Oh? Tell me about it! The county lord of Anping habitually curled his fingers and knocked on the table, wanting to hear Qinghe's explanation. Jet-black hair poured down his neck, and the county lord of Anping leaned over and stared at the face of the green lotus.

"The writer of the letter pretended to be mysterious, and wrote the words on the letter crookedly to confuse the public and make it impossible to identify who wrote the letter. Judging by the handwriting, it is very likely that he used his left hand. But why did he do it? Unless this person is familiar with the county lord and doesn't want to expose himself, he will think of using his left hand so that people can't see that he wrote it. Qinghe lowered his head and calmly narrated.

"Then tell me why he didn't write directly to his servants or subordinates, so as to avoid the possibility of my handwriting being recognized." The county lord of Anping curled his hair with his hand and thought sideways for a moment. The dark brown eyes narrowed, and the county lord of Anping slowly got up and walked towards Qinghe.

One hand hooked Qinghe's chin, approached Qinghe's face, and stared carefully for a while.

Qinghe was tickled by the hair of the county lord of Anping, and he heard the crisp voice of the county lord of Anping in his ears, like a jade pendant.

"What, you mean there are ghosts in the princess's mansion?" The county lord of Anping tilted his head and looked at Qinghe, and his heroic eyebrows did not wrinkle: "Tsk, he is quite smart, and he knows how to change the topic." ”

"The slave didn't dare, she just told the truth. The person who wrote the letter was of a humble status, so he wrote it himself. Although it is also possible that someone in a higher position wrote it himself, it is unlikely. Most of them are arrogant and self-satisfied with their calligraphy, and they will not destroy their own calligraphy, even if they use their left hand, they will feel that it is defiled. Qinghe hung his head and replied in a low voice.