When Junyu walked away, Qing'er suddenly felt a little panicked.

These days, she has become accustomed to being inseparable from him. But judging from the current trend, I am afraid that it will not be so easy for her to see him day and night in the future.

Just now, she didn't even have a chance to ask him if his entry into the palace this time was smooth.

The discovery that "he doesn't actually belong to me" made Qing'er very disappointed all day.

But no matter how bad it is in your heart, you still have to do what you have to do. It took a lot of effort for her to clean herself up, change her clothes, and then she was stumped by cooking.

She won't!

Wei Yang went out to buy a lot of rice, noodles, vegetables and vegetables, and came back, Qing'er looked through them one by one, and then was dumbfounded.

She knew that these things could be eaten, but how exactly they had to be concocted to eat them was a question.

Wei Yang saw Qing'er's dazed look, and had a bad premonition in his heart: "Girl, you ...... Can't cook? ”

"Who said I wouldn't!" As if she had been greatly insulted, Qing'er suddenly lifted the rice bag, poured most of the bag into the pot with a bang, and then ran to find the flint.

Wei Yang couldn't cry or laugh: "Girl, if all these rice are cooked, almost thirty people can eat them!" And - water should be added before ignition! ”

"Smack!" There was a loud bang on the ground, and it was Qing'er who threw the flint she had just found to the ground hard.

Wei Yang shuddered, and continued very knowingly: "How can you ask a girl to do such a rough job as cooking rice on a fire?" Go and rest, I'll come! ”

"Then it's hard for you!" Qing'er immediately turned her anger into joy, and ran away to the pavilion to lie down and be lazy.

There is no way, she still has self-knowledge. If you really want her to cook, the only remaining island in the princess's mansion will not be burned to the ground!

It's getting late. After a cool breeze, it began to rain lightly outside, and Jun Yu did not come back for a long time.

"Are you really drinking out at the flower bar?" Qing'er muttered to herself, feeling very uncomfortable.

He went out alone and was happy, leaving her in such a ghost place, and letting Wei Yang, a stinky man who didn't know the details, take care of her, he was really relieved!

The more Qing'er thought about it, the more anxious she felt, and the more she looked at Wei Yang who was busy in the side room through the window, the more she felt unpleasant.

By the way, that guy shouldn't have poisoned his rice, right?

"No, I have to make a divination!" She suddenly remembered the new things she had learned these days, and immediately sat up excitedly.

Since I read the book "Pinching Finger Record" roughly, Qing'er always feels that she has the ability to divinate and tell fortunes.

However, if you want to divinate the whereabouts and good luck of the king, you must always have one of his things on hand.

Qing'er searched for a long time and didn't find it, and just as she felt disappointed, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her heart, and she hurriedly untied the purse on her waist.

The jade ring was given by him, and it should be good to use it for divination for him......

Thinking like this, Qing'er hurriedly opened her purse and found the jade ring, and then froze.

A clear red thread was smoothly wound around the jade ring like a water pattern, shining a faint red light in the candlelight, as if flowing.

This red line was in place for a long time. However, in just a few days, how did it grow so much!

Could it be that this thing is alive?

The thought flashed through me. Qing'er shuddered, and no longer had the intention of divination, so she hurriedly stuffed the jade ring into her purse and put it away.

When you come back, you must return this damn thing to him! - she thought.

Who knew that this waited until midnight.

When she heard the door ringing, Qing'er was annoyed for a while, so she simply grabbed the corner of the quilt and rolled over, wrapping the quilt all over her body.

"Whoever comes back late will not have a quilt!" Qing'er thought angrily, and decided to set up such a rule with Jun Yu again.

But she held her breath and waited for a long time, but there was no more footsteps at the door, only a wisp of wine drifting in with the wind.