"Miss!" Pan Chun turned his head ecstatically, suddenly shook off Wu Yong with great strength, and hid behind Ye Qinzhu with great pride.

"Wu Yong, what are you doing?" Ye Qinzhu looked at this man with an extremely bad face curiously.

Wu Yong is Yang Qingjue's personal guard, and there is no reason to leave Yang Qingjue's side inexplicably.

Wu Yongtie blushed and handed over the waist card.

"Childe, please come to his house the next morning. ”

"So he still remembers me?" Ye Qinzhu hooked the corners of his lips slightly, took the waist card from Wu Yong's hand, and asked casually, "How is he now?"

"Childe is fine. Wu Yong gritted his teeth, and the words that Yang Qingjue taught him popped out of his mouth word by word, "Please rest assured, Miss." ”

"Well, I'm relieved. Please tell him that I will come as promised. ”

I will, as promised.

When Wu Yong passed this sentence to Yang Qingjue, Yang Qingjue's heart seemed to be relieved of a thousand pounds of burden, and he suddenly became relaxed.

He came out of the study and began to explain to the butler how to entertain Miss Ye San and what to do when she reacted.

"If she laughs, then congratulate her, and if she cries, let her go." ”

His Royal Highness King Zhao put on the white robe again, and commanded like a fairy.

"Alright, you all stand down, and don't show up in the inner courtyard today. ”

The housekeeper was a little confused, but he still responded again and again, until the prince returned to the room after explaining, he still unconsciously thought about what the prince meant.

"Whatever happens the next day, wait until the third day to speak out. ”

This lady of the capital is peaceful, and His Royal Highness the Seventh has no quarrel with the world, what can happen?

The black clouds on the horizon are pressing, and looking at the situation, it is either snowing or heavy rain is coming.

Ye Qinlan leaned over and looked at the gold-shaped waist card that Ye Qinzhu had brought into the room.

"The man still has a little conscience and knows how to apologize. She held her cheeks and shouted at Ye Qinzhu happily, "It's just right, you also plan to go to him in a few days, why don't you settle the old and new hatreds together tomorrow." ”

Ye Qinzhu was not as happy as Ye Qinlan, she silently pinned the waist card to her waist, turned around and sat in front of the dresser, and took off the beads on her head one by one.

"Hey, third sister, what are you doing here?" Ye Qinlan was startled and almost stood up from her seat.

Ye Qinzhu removed the heavy headdress and re-braided it into a bun. After doing this, she looked at a cabinet of dresses with a sad face, and from it jumped a light but delicate garment.

"I'm going to King Zhao's Mansion. Touching the fabric with satisfaction, Ye Qinzhu replied.

"Huh?" Ye Qinlan stood behind her, and watched in surprise as Ye Qinzhu began to take off a gorgeous costume, "Can't you go tomorrow?" Besides, even if you want to go, why do you have to change your clothes?"

"I don't believe he's okay, he told me to come tomorrow and I have to make sure today. ”

"Besides, according to his character, I was worried that I would not be able to cope with some unexpected measures in overly complicated clothes. ”

"Many of them forced me out of the palace, and we will never see each other again in this life. ”

Ye Qinzhu took off only one undershirt, and the rest of the two maids and a young lady in the room couldn't help but blush, and waited until she fastened her belt before her expression returned to normal.

"I don't believe that Yang Qingjue is the kind of person who can be relieved in one night for fourteen years, so I have to go to see him in person before his time limit arrives. ”

"It's dusk, won't it be too late. Ye Qinlan was slightly worried.

"It's not too late. ”

Ye Qinzhu said and waved the hands of the maids.

The third lady of the Ye family held the waist card and walked out of the Qingyu Courtyard.

She didn't understand what Yang Qingjue meant by asking Wu Yong to come and send tokens again, could it be that she was trying to make herself fade from the idea of coming to him?

But now it's just time, and it's still a long time before she lives in peace.

The sun is falling all over the sky, and the snow is falling in Jinghua City.

Ye Qinzhu reached out to take it, and an invisible white pearl fell into her hand impartially and quickly dissolved.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, and after a while, the whole Ningcheng was white, mixed with lit lanterns, revealing a warm atmosphere in the haze.

She knew that Chinese New Year's Eve was coming, but she didn't expect it to fall so soon.

Ye Qinzhu was careful not to let himself slip, and after a while, he landed from the roof and came to the door of King Zhao's mansion.

As soon as the little guy standing guard at the door wanted to stop her, he was dazzled by the big gilded characters.

"Your prince asked me to come in, who would dare to stop me?" The girl in the goose yellow dress in front of her was bright and bright-toothed, and her smile was sweet.

Under the waist card, the little guys unconsciously took a few steps back.

Ye Qinzhu didn't say much, put away his waist card and hurriedly entered the mansion.

What is this? It's so powerful.

Yang Qingjue, why do you want to give it to her?

Most of the winter flowers have withered, and only the red plum stands proudly against the snow.

Ye Qinzhu stopped the maid who was hurrying by, and as soon as he took out the waist card, the maid knelt down with a "poof" and listened to the order.

"Where is King Zhao?" Ye Qinzhu didn't ask the reason, but put his hands on his knees and asked with a smile.

"Slave maid...... Ignorance. The little maid trembled like chaff and replied in a trembling voice.

Ye Qinzhu furrowed his eyebrows and changed the question.

"Where's King Zhao's bedroom?"

The little maid looked up, with a wonderful expression on her face, and answered obediently.

"Go through that door, go a hundred paces to the west, and there is a pavilion, turn left twenty paces, and there are two houses next to each other, the smaller one is the study, and the larger one is the bedroom. ”

Ye Qinzhu smiled and patted the maid's shoulder, suddenly as if he thought of something, and added:

"By the way, I don't think there's anyone in this inner courtyard?"

"His Royal Highness King Zhao has ordered, let's not disturb him today. The little maid replied honestly, and at the same time glanced at the young lady a few more times.

Born with the beauty of the country, if the master she serves is healthy, the two are really compatible.

Ye Qinzhu thanked him and walked straight in the direction pointed by the maid.

As the maid pointed out, she saw two rooms next to each other.

She stood between the two rooms, pointed her hand in each direction, and pushed open the bedroom door.

Unlike the study, which is straight to the point, when Ye Qinzhu opens the door, what catches his eye is not the bed called the protagonist.

Facing Ye Qinzhu is a table and two chairs that are common in traditional rooms, but there are no melon and fruit cakes on the table, which looks colder.

In the corner of the bedroom was a pair of incense burners, from which curling smoke rose and dispersed.

Ye Qinzhu gritted his teeth and stepped into the smoke.

She should have thought that Tinglan and Yang Qingjue knew each other, and the incense burner that paralyzed Li Zhichu that day must have come from Yang Qingjue's hand.

When she came to him before, she had never smelled the smell of aromatherapy, and she must have been dispelled by Yang Qingjue in advance.

What this fragrance means is self-evident.

The moment she entered, she put herself in danger.

One step, two steps, the aroma infiltrated her mouth and nose, and Ye Qinzhu slowly closed the door.

She heard a familiar voice, so familiar that it lifted her spirits.

"Put out the incense burner that was lit and set fire to the other. ”

She obediently did so, but neither of them made the next move.

"Why?

Ye Qinzhu raised his head, trying to see the person who spoke.

"In the past, I didn't give you a chance. Now that my poison is no longer effective against you, you might as well give it a try......"

"Yang Qingjue, it's me. ”

The voice stopped abruptly.

"It's me, Miss Ye Jiasan, Ye Qinzhu. Ye Qinzhu repeated.

As she finished the last word, the smoke around her suddenly dissipated, and her vision became clear.

Immediately after, the burning incense burner was also extinguished, the breath on the tip of the nose disappeared, and the traps that Yang Qingjue had laid in all corners of the room had failed.