Xue was so excited that the tip of his nose began to sweat, and his palms were wet, so he couldn't wait to immediately kneel at Leng Qinghuan's feet and kowtow to her to call her aunt.

"The power of the Jin family's mother's family even gives up three points to Xiangye, even if the mother can catch more of the Jin's handle, Xiangye is afraid that it will be perfunctory, how easy is it to say?"

"There are some things that her father may not be able to protect her." Leng Qinghuan said unhurriedly: "I'll come forward to deal with the Jin family." As for whether you can take advantage of the opportunity to get to the top, that's your ability. ”

The joy on Xue's face could no longer be hidden: "If the princess has a place to find a cheap maid, she will go to the soup." ”

What a smart man.

"I have three things that I need to explain to you, which can be regarded as the conditions for your and my cooperation."

"As long as the cheap maid can do her best, she will definitely spare no effort."

Leng Qinghuan frowned slightly: "First, flowers are not good for a hundred days, and the moon is not a hundred yen." In the future, whether my brother and I are glorious or down, I hope you can remember this affection. ”

"It's nature." Aunt Xue took a bite to come.

Leng Qinghuan smiled slightly and continued: "Second, I can understand that you want to be the hostess of this Prime Minister's Mansion, but you can't be too ambitious. I hope you can keep to yourself in the future, take care of your backyard, and don't have any greed. ”

Aunt Xue just raised her hand and swore an oath: "I came out of a small family, a little rich is safe, where do you dare to think about what you don't have?" The eldest lady is relieved. ”

Leng Qinghuan said "um": "There is a third one, which is also extremely crucial." I've caught Kim's handle, but I don't have enough incriminating evidence that she can't turn over, and I need you to do me a favor. ”

Qiwang Mansion.

It was already night, and Murong Qi was still in the study.

Leng Qinghuan's prank made the guards in the courtyard miserable. After a day of tossing, cleaning and cleaning, coupled with ventilation and aromatherapy, finally barely satisfied the noble prince.

As soon as Leng Qinghuan left, he came down into the sky, and Murong Qi walked around the door, but he felt bored, so it was better to go back to his study.

It's like, the same food, two people rushing to eat it always tastes better.

Without Leng Qinghuan, Chaotianque is also lonely, what else does it mean?

The guards entered the room, and Leng Qinglang walked into the study with a smile, and rushed to Murong Qi.

Murong Qi eased his eyebrows slightly: "Something?" ”

Leng Qinglang raised his face, with a grudge on his face: "If there is nothing to do, can't you come to accompany the prince?" You haven't been to my wisteria building in a few days. ”

Murong Qi replied lightly: "It's been a busy few days. ”

Leng Qinglang took a paper bag from Zhao's mother behind him, and walked to Murong Qi like a willow in the wind.

"So the concubine has never dared to disturb the prince, and she stays in the wisteria building to cultivate her self with peace of mind. happened to turn out a marry, the prince should like it, and specially used it for the prince to see. ”

Murong Qi glanced at the square paper bag in her hand: "What is it?" ”

Leng Qinglang opened the paper wrapped on the outside, revealing the two books inside.

"The last time the concubine came to the study, she secretly paid attention to it, and saw that the prince was also a lover of books. These are the two historical records treasured by the concubine, and they are the strategies and guidelines for governing the country compiled by the famous Confucian scholars of the previous dynasty. The concubine admires the official style and opinions of this great Confucian, but she doesn't know political history, and she doesn't know if the prince is interested. ”

Murong Qi raised his eyebrows with interest, opened the two pages and read them carefully, and praised his head: "It is indeed insightful, and the judgment is also to the point." ”

"It's good if the prince likes it."

Her eyes swept and saw the book of Daolin poems on Murong Qi's hand, held it in her hand, opened it, and saw that there were pages in the book, glanced at it, and was a little surprised.

"Isn't this my eldest brother's work?"

Caught in it is the copy of the exam paper that Leng Qinghe took the autumn exam that year.

Murong Qi said "um": "Have you read it?" ”

"My father used this article to motivate my younger brother to study, so I read it. is indeed brilliant, but unfortunately, God is jealous of talent. ”

With a look of pity on her face, Murong Qi looked at her heart and softened, and comforted casually: "Leng Qinghuan's medical skills are so good, he will definitely be able to cure his illness, don't be sad." ”

Leng Qinglang's heart moved: "Has the prince seen my eldest brother?" ”

Murong Qi coldly remembered Leng Qinghuan's advice, and said perfunctorily: "There was a relationship in the Prime Minister's Mansion. However, this collection of Dowling's poems is transcribed by his handwriting, looking at the handwriting iron painting silver hook, through the back of the paper, I believe that it will gradually recover. ”

Leng Qinglang clenched the poetry collection in his hand, opened it and glanced at it, his hand trembled a little: "You said, this poetry collection was written by my brother?" When? ”

"Just a few days ago. Leng Qinghuan damaged the king's collection of books, and asked your eldest brother to copy a copy of it to me. ”

I don't even know this! Leng Qinglang's breathing became a little short.

Murong Qi glanced at her and was a little strange: "What's wrong?" ”

"It's okay, it's okay, it's just that I heard the prince say that the eldest brother's health has improved a little, and I am happy."

Murong Qi remembered Leng Qinghuan's attitude towards this matter, and told himself not to tell Leng Qinglang. Although it is to surprise the right minister, it is difficult to hide her precautions. When Leng Qinglang heard this, he was overjoyed, which showed that he was very concerned about this half-brother.

In such a comparison, Leng Qinghuan has a little villain's heart.

Leng Qinglang held the book in his arms: "The concubine has always admired the name of the Daolin monk for a long time, and likes his poems, can the prince be willing to lend this book to the concubine to read?" ”

Murong Qi said casually: "Just take it." ”

Leng Qinglang thanked him, turned around and left.

Mother Zhao followed inexplicably, and asked strangely until no one had a prescription: "Wang Ye Shicai is very appreciative of Miss." Such a good opportunity, why didn't the young lady seize it, but went back to read a book? ”

Leng Qinglang didn't answer Zhao's mother's words directly, and there were some things that she couldn't let her know, so he anxiously ordered: "I have something important, and I need to immediately repair a book and send it to the Prime Minister's Mansion and hand it over to my aunt." You hurry up to make arrangements, and be sure to find a faithful and reliable person. ”

Zhao's mother felt inexplicable, but she didn't ask much wisely, and turned around to arrange it.

The letter was handed over to Kim that night.

After reading the book, Jin's confidence was shocked, and he immediately ordered his subordinates to call in the cronies who were responsible for connecting with Mingyue these days.

"Last time you went to the cemetery, did Mingyue say that there was anything abnormal about that sick seedling recently?"

The cronies shook their heads: "Mingyue said that the eldest prince is no different from before, half-dead, and always hangs for a breath." ”

"He said that Leng Qinghuan had visited Leng Qinghe in the past, but did he say anything?"

"I have already returned to my wife last time, that is, the eldest lady saw that he was sick in bed and did not forget to work hard, so she was furious and threw out all the pen, ink and books. Oh, there is another trivial matter, I didn't return to my wife, that is, Leng Qinghe once transcribed a book of poems, ordered Mingyue to send it to the Qiwang Mansion, and handed it over to the eldest lady. ”