Within the range of her power, she could spy on her, and if she was somewhere else, she wouldn't be able to prevent it from happening even if she knew that it might be bad.

After some talking, she found that what Yun Jinghua said did not seem to be false, and Yun Jinghua's experience made her feel pity.

Since ancient times, there have been many injuries in the face, and the men are lucky, and most of the people who suffer are women with outstanding looks like her.

It's just that she can't fully trust Yun Jinghua's words, although she can't say why she has that feeling that Yun Jinghua is too real but not true everywhere, as if she made it up in advance, but her intuition is like this, and her intuition has always been very accurate.

So after the last day, she decided to let Emerald follow Yun Jinghua.

Emerald Green is the girl she used to train herself, she looks honest, but she is very clever, and she is most suitable for this kind of secret surveillance task.

The turtle slave glanced at her, her eyes rolled, and she immediately understood what was going on, and there was also a gloomy light in her eyes.

Outside the fireworks building, seeing that Yun Jinghua had entered the Yunshang Pavilion for almost half an hour and had not come out, Qingye gradually became impatient in his heart, it was a very cool weather, but he was so anxious that fine hot sweat broke out on his forehead.

Glancing back at the carriage, thinking that the people inside were more concerned about Yun Jinghua than him, and more concerned about what Yun Jinghua had done after going in for so long, he couldn't help but be a little restless, like an ant on a hot pot, he was afraid that Zhuge Wuwei would lose his cool and rush in to do something.

In this way, I am afraid that I don't have to wait until tomorrow, and tonight the whole Yecheng will spread the remarks that the picturesque prime minister of the dynasty lingered in the Qinglou and fought for a Qinglou woman.

Seeing that the people in the car didn't seem to move, and their breath was as steady as usual, he was slightly surprised in his heart.

What does the master care about that girl? Or don't care? Could it be that everything is his delusion, and the master is not here because of that girl at all?

"Aoba, go home." The indifferent voice suddenly came, Aoba was stunned, and then immediately turned the horse's head and drove back to the house, not wanting to stay in this place where there were countless pairs of women's eyes staring, like a cat staring at a mouse after a long time, but unexpectedly, the man said, "Come back after dark." ”

Aoba shook the whip's hand, and the whip flew out of his hand and almost hit the pedestrians on the side of the road, but fortunately he came back to his senses in time and firmly fished back the whip that flew out of the distance of a palm, and his heart was pounding, and he was frightened by Zhuge Wuwei's words.

Come back in the evening? Who are the people who come to the Qinglou at night? His wise and martial arts and holy master like a lotus, the famous Zhuge Prime Minister of the Tiansheng Dynasty, wants to break the rumors that he is not close to women, or is he in a filthy place like Qinglou?

Aoba couldn't accept the call in his heart, but it happened that the people in the carriage didn't speak again, and they didn't even have a word to comfort him.

He couldn't help but think that if the rumor reached that person's ears, that person would immediately come from thousands of miles away, and he really wanted to see if that person came, with that person's high-flying and domineering temperament, the calm and calm face of his master would not collapse one day.

Looking up at the sky, Aoba wrinkled her nose, thinking that day should come soon.

In the carriage, Zhuge Wuwei lifted the corner of the curtain and looked outside, then put it down again, leaning on the wheelchair body as relaxed and comfortable as usual, elegant as snow lotus, dusty as white jade on the face, like a point of paint, but there was a faint light in the eyes.

Yunshang Pavilion, what is she doing here......