Wu Yong broke into the pavilion in a hurry.

Since Ye Sheng left the capital Tianxianglou, Tinglan's appearance has become more and more gorgeous.

In the past, I could still capture a little bit of heroism from her.

Now, it's completely the appearance of a fireworks woman who can't be named.

She traced her eyebrows in the mirror, as if she didn't notice Wu Yong's approach at all.

"Childe is back. Wu Yong swallowed a mouthful of saliva and gasped.

Tinglan put down her hand, hooked her slender eyebrows with her slender five fingers, and picked it aside.

"What's wrong with him. She turned around.

"The owner of the spiritual power in his body has been found. Wu Yong saw that there was a pot of water on the table of Zhun Tinglan, and without saying a word, he took it up and drank it all.

The pen in Tinglan's hand was not held steady, and fell straight to the ground, her charming face turned pale.

"Who. ”

Tinglan stood up from his position, but sat down abruptly when he heard the name.

"Miss Ye Jiasan, Ye Qinzhu. ”

A trace of gloom slowly climbed on that unparalleled face, and there was laughter and laughter on the first floor, but there was a dead silence on the second floor.

"I'm not going to let you do it. Ting Lan slowly picked up a box of rouge and smoothed it on his face.

"If the other party is from the Ye family, you must wait for Ye Fox to come back before making a decision. ”

"I'm just afraid of ......" Du Zhi sighed softly, and heard the mother downstairs screaming, and came out of the house with a smiling face holding the piano.

"He can't wait for that. ”

Wu Yong looked at Tinglan's back as he left in a hurry, like a man's back.

Through the car window, Yang Qingyun pointed out the location of King Zhao's Mansion to Ye Qinzhu.

After pointing out, he pondered suspiciously:

"Miss Bamboo, do you have to go to him today? In my opinion, if there is a conflict between men and women, it is better for both parties to calm down first. ”

"Naturally, I won't go to him today. Ye Qinzhu prevaricated, but he finally listened to Yang Qingyun's words, and replied, "But with Yang Qingjue's temperament, if I don't take the initiative to resolve it, I'm afraid that he and I will be so stiff in this life." ”

Yang Qingyun's words are indeed reasonable, then she can only go to King Zhao's Mansion in a few days.

Before entering the Moqin Academy, Ye Qinzhu had an understanding of the structure of the current royal family.

Today's saint is stable, and he set up the crown prince Yang Qinghan three years ago. Except for the sixth prince Yang Qingyi and the eighth prince Yang Qingjun, the other three princes are all in the capital.

The third prince, King Lu Yang Qingtan, was born to the first queen.

The fourth prince, Anle Wang Yang Qingyun, was born to a virtuous concubine.

The seventh prince, Zhaowang Yang Qingjue, was born to a noble concubine.

The dignified child was actually named a two-character king, which shows how bad Yang Qingyi's image is in the eyes of others.

The maids and servants of the Zhaowang Mansion all knew that the master they served, although he was seriously ill, was really a handsome son who was extremely gentle.

Therefore, when they felt the killing intent rushing towards their faces, everyone suspected that they had a nightmare.

In the past, King Zhao, who was dressed in white and fluttering, how could he pass in front of them like now, dressed in blood red and with a cold face.

Wu Yong, who has been taking care of the prince, is also not there, and the prince at this time does not see a trace of sick physique, but it seems to be a different person, which makes people tremble.

"If Wu Yong comes back, let him come to see me. When the prince lowered his head, the housekeeper could even smell the smell of blood emanating from him.

What happened to that immaculate prince, who could make him walk back from Moqin Courtyard step by step?

Yang Qingjue walked away from the servant beside her, staggered into the bedroom, leaned against the door and slowly slid down.

He took out a vial of different powders from the nanostone embedded in the wrench, mixed it on a piece of white paper, folded the paper and poured it into his mouth.

Because of the reversal of qi, he couldn't swallow for a while. Hurriedly cast an enchantment, closing himself in the sound of retching in the room.

It was repeated several times before the airflow in the chest cavity was squeezed out.

If Ye Qinzhu saw him at this time, he would find that the red dress was becoming more and more brilliant, so dazzling that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

After swallowing all the medicinal powder, Yang Qingjue finally resumed her breathing.

He slowly got up from the ground, opened the door, and walked to the study that connected to his bedroom.

He pressed the stone bricks of the chamber, and a dark compartment popped out of the wall, and a gold waist plaque lay quietly inside.

As soon as he took it out, Wu Yong's voice sounded outside the door.

"Childe, I heard that you are looking for me. ”

Yang Qingjue closed the dark compartment and sat on the wooden chair safely, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Come in. ”

Wu Yong hesitantly opened the carved door, and saw Gongzi sitting on the chair unharmed, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

A golden waist plate was wrapped in spiritual power and sent to him.

Wu Yong was first taken aback by Yang Qingjue's reckless use of spiritual power at this time, and then hesitated to take the waist card.

"Today, the third lady who sent this to Ye Mansion, Ye Qinzhu. Said I would invite her to a meeting at the house tomorrow. Yang Qingjue's voice came from above his head.

Wu Yong's gaze moved away from his waist card, plucked up the courage to meet Yang Qingjue's gaze, and whispered.

"Childe, I think it is necessary for the third lady to come tomorrow, ...... today"

"No, it doesn't. Before he finished his words, he was categorically rejected by Yang Qingjue. The man rested on the back of his hand, his gaze wandering.

He seemed to be asking Wu Yong, more like muttering to himself.

"Wu Yong, when I see her now, should I apologize to her, or explain to her how I almost ruined her life?"

"That son, why are you willing to invite her tomorrow?" Wu Yong's heart beat vigorously, and he stared at Yang Qingjue, as if he wanted to stare him out of a hole.

The gold-shaped waist card, see it, such as seeing the king. Childe gave away such an important thing, and it was impossible for him to use it as a simple token.

"Go and send it. Childe did not answer him, but waved his hand to signal him to leave.

After all, Wu Yong is just a subordinate, and it is useless to say more at this time, so he can only obediently close the door and leave quietly with the things he entrusts.

When the others left, Yang Qingjue reached out to cover the expression on his face.

On the hand that covered his face, his skin gradually dried up, and blood squeezed out of his body through the cold air, scrambling to be the first.

He coughed a few times, looked at the blood on his hands, and finally laughed stupidly.

See the waist card, such as seeing the king.

I don't know what to use to apologize to you, but if you like the things of this palace, just take them.

Ye Zhu was grooming in the room, and there was an impatient yawning Sister Lan sitting outside.

Pan Chun and Pan Xia stared at Ye Qinlan, an uninvited guest, if it weren't for the young lady who accepted her invitation to travel safely, they really wanted to notify Qingtang to save the scene as soon as possible.

Why did I go to Moqin Courtyard and the relationship between my third miss and the second miss became better?

Miss, that's Aunt Qin's own daughter, you can have a snack!

Pan Chun stomped her feet in annoyance, and before she could come up with a reason, Pan Dong outside the door let out a short scream, and then fell silent.

Pan Chun turned around and subconsciously stood up at the door of Qing Yuxuan.

I saw a dark-faced man striding towards the room.

"Who are you!" A strange man came out of the backyard, and Panchun couldn't help but be a little scared.

And the man stepped forward to grab Panchun, grabbed the little girl's slender wrist, and asked sharply:

"Where is the third lady of your family, Ye Qinzhu?"

Pan Chun was about to scream, but a voice came leisurely behind her, and she suddenly wanted to give her a reassuring pill.

"Wu Yong, this is my maidservant, you must not be rude. ”