"What do you mean by that?"

She Yi looked at She Yu in surprise.

"I have to say, the county lord is indeed beautiful. When I see you today, I always look at her secretly, and her demeanor is a little abnormal. I remember that you especially liked the pot of narcissus on the table, and now that she broke it, it doesn't necessarily make you angry......"

As She Yu spoke, she looked into She Yi's eyes, capturing the change in expression on his face.

"Where...... What a thing, you read wrong. She just looks a little like someone I used to know, you little girl, you know how to be cranky all day long. ”

She Yi was visibly nervous for a moment, then returned to normal and patted She Yu lightly on the shoulder.

"Lie to me, it's the first time I've seen you nervous in such a long time."

She Yu violently pushed away She Yi's arm and shouted loudly.

"The two of us are the same kind of people, and we're dying! Dying, you know no! …… Province...... Save it! The man is the county lord! ”

She Yu turned around and walked towards the door, She Yi stood there stunned, and didn't react for a while, what happened to her sister, how could she suddenly lose her temper.

It was the first time he had seen She Yu angry with him...... Turning his head sideways, he looked at She Yu who walked to the door...... She Yu, who walked to the door, suddenly stopped, turned around, calmed down, and said lightly.

"There is one more thing I want to tell you, the spring flowers will have a round room with you at night. This is arranged by Daddy, saying that it is to leave you with blood and bones. You can't refuse. Brother, in fact, I would rather die with you. ”

After saying that, he turned around and went out the door...... The door slammed shut with a thud.

"Huh?"

She Yi was instantly petrified......

……

Half-ringing...... She Yi came back to his senses, this was the first time he had been flustered in this world.

The little girl still didn't believe that his medicine could cure their tuberculosis, but it didn't matter, time would tell.

When my hand accidentally touched the table, I realized that my wrist was sore and sore, and I remembered that my wrist was still swollen, and that damn red-faced man was really heavy. He must have done it on purpose.

She Yi returned to the bed, opened the box again, took out alcohol and cotton cloth from it, sat on the bed, and simply handled his wrist, after processing, he returned to the desk and looked at the pane, the pane was stained with a layer of window paper, the sun shone on the pane, the white paper was very bright, like flawless white jade.

The appearance of a woman slowly appeared in his mind, it was a girl with a school bag, black-rimmed glasses, combed a ponytail, and jumped past him. He watched her silently until her back blurred.

That girl was his classmate Mengqi, and his wife, the woman who ended his life with her own hands.

"Huh...... It's just a little similar......"

She Yi smiled self-deprecatingly...... Retracted his gaze, picked up the half-cut feather arrow on the table, and showed a solemn look on his face. If his conjecture is true, the consequences will be dire.

You have to prepare early......

……

Soon in the afternoon, Chunhua and Zhu'er walked into She Yi's room with a lot of things and began to set them up. She Yi didn't say anything, and Ding had already asked She Yu to tell him in advance, so it wasn't abrupt.

The two of them are just arranged, and they don't speak much, She Yi likes to be quiet, but they know it, and besides, they rarely talk to this illegitimate young master. I don't know why, they always feel a vague momentum in She Yi's body, and this momentum gives them a sense of oppression.

They secretly told Ding, and Ding said that it was the bandit spirit that grew up in the bandits' den...... But they obviously feel that this kind of momentum is like the momentum on the body of the old man She Fuzhuang, and it is a habit of life that people who have been at a certain height for a long time. Of course, they didn't dare to say it, and once they said it, didn't it mean that the momentum on the old man She Fuzhuang's body was also gangster?

Now the weather has entered the early summer, and the daytime (meaning time) is relatively long, and the sun is almost unitary before setting the mountain.

Zhu'er and Chunhua carefully arranged the room, the door, the bedside, and the wall were pasted with red double happiness paper-cuts, bed sheets, and curtains were also replaced. His house is not like the main house cave in the main courtyard, the space is not large, and it is easy to arrange. Because of her shyness, every time she saw She Yi, she always hurriedly looked away, but it was Na Zhu'er, who looked at She Yi unscrupulously, staring at his lower body several times, as if she wanted to see through his pants, which made him a little embarrassed.

In fact, his current body is only thirteen years old, and because of his small and weak body, his body has just begun to develop, including the symbolic and local characteristics of men, except for the handsome point of his face.

And these two maids are much older, both fifteen or sixteen years old, and the girl is precocious, and she already knows about the affairs of men and women.

The two maids had been arranging for more than an hour before leaving, and when they left, She Yi faintly heard the conversation between the two.

"Chunhua, the body of the eldest prince seems to have made a lot of acquaintances...... How does it feel like it's not a return to light? ”

"I don't feel like it either, but Madame said yes, then it must be ......"

……

In the private room on the second floor of Lanxiang Building, in the private room on the second floor of the Baishuijing Cross Long Street in Suide, Zhao Wanqi held a folding fan, crossed Erlang's legs, sat on a chair, squinted her eyes, and hummed a small song.

Through the bright bead curtain, a dignified and delicate beautiful woman knelt on the futon. In front of her was a round-colored zither.

The woman's ten slender jade fingers were gently brushed on the strings, and strings of beautiful notes echoed in the attic, like Sanskrit sounds......

With a "zheng", a string broke, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the woman playing the piano looked panicked.

Zhao Wanqi, who was in the private room, slowly opened her eyes, looked angry, and stood up, with two cold lights shooting out of her eyes......

"The son forgives sins...... The little maid didn't mean to......"

The woman fell to her knees, her body trembling......

"Hmph, if you dare to break the piano of this son, this son will break your hand!"

With a snap, Zhao Wanqi closed the paper fan, shook her wrist, and threw out the folding fan in her hand, which was like a flying knife, making a sound of breaking through the air, passing through the bead curtain, and stabbing straight at the wrist of the woman playing the piano...... It was about to shoot the woman in the wrist.

Suddenly, a white light flew from the direction of the corridor, and with a pop and the folding fan collided in the air, the folding fan fell to the ground with a clatter, and at the same time, a round ball the size of a soybean fell to the ground, dripping and spinning.

With a squeak, the door opened, and a man in a blue robe and a scarf walked in, this man looked about twenty-three or four years old, with a clear face, one meter seven or five tall, carrying a slender box on his back, holding two white jade beads the size of pigeon eggs, and the robe was covered with dust.

Immediately afterwards, a burly red-faced man walked in, and this red-faced man was Zhao Wanqi's entourage escort Ah Wu.

"Don't get out yet!"

The blue-robed man glanced at the singer who was paralyzed on the ground and said coldly.

"Little maid, this ...... Let's get out ......."

Zhao Wanqi was stunned for a moment, and then frowned.

"Bold Xue Ying, you're tired of it! Did your father send you again? Hold on when you're full! ”

The blue-robed man glared at Zhao Wanqi.

"I don't know who is tired of living, the Xia soldiers raided Yanzhou, and the official road of Qingjian is about to be interrupted, so don't leave quickly to return to Luoyang with me!"

The blue-robed man dropped his long sleeves, turned around and walked towards the door, and the red-faced man Ah Wu hurriedly signaled Zhao Wanqi with his eyes.

Zhao Wanqi was stunned for a moment, her eyes blinked, her brows furrowed, and she didn't believe it a little, Suide, as the junction of Western Xia and the Great Song Dynasty, had been stable for more than ten years, and there had never been anything disturbing the border. How is it possible to suddenly disturb the side now?

This blue-robed man is named Xue Ying, the second son of Xue Ang, the right man of today's imperial court, good martial arts, when he was young, he was one of the famous sons of the capital, and later joined the army. Because Xue Ying's aunt is the favorite concubine of her father King Rong, she has a good impression of Xue Ying. In July last year, she made a matchmaker appointment with Xue Ying.

Xue Ying relied on the methods she had learned, as well as the doting of her uncle Xue Ang, on the surface, she was sanctimonious, but she did everything she could, and she did all the shady things, which was no better than her. Although he had a matchmaking appointment with her, he never bought her account. It is said that he is fighting the idea of Emperor Fulin these days, which can be described as bold......