As soon as these words landed, the room suddenly fell silent, and only the soothing fragrance that surged faintly between the snorts was still moving slowly and lightly.

In the silence, most of the blood on He Jiaojiao's thin face had faded, her eyes were extraordinarily wide, and saliva slowly flowed down her awl-like pointed chin.

Song Yuchen glanced at Lang'er and motioned for her to take out the cloth ball stuffed in He Jiaojiao's mouth.

"How do you know!" As soon as she regained her freedom, she roared angrily, her voice trembling violently, "Who are you? How do you know who I am? ”

After a pause, she seemed to fall into self-doubt, and for a moment tried to find a little logic from the panic, "He sent you, right?" Yes, it must be him! What does he want? What else does he want! You let him come to me, let him come to me! I ......"

Song Yuchen waved his hand impatiently.

Lang'er was already a headache from her noise, but now she got an order, and she hurriedly resealed her mouth and threw it back into the corner with a "poof".

"Take it first." Song Yuchen gave a faint order, and then put on a face of "slow walking, no sending" towards Shi Qingran.

Shi Qingran stood up with comprehension and bowed to Yin Mingzhi, "Sir, I'll go down first." ”

"The princess walks slowly."

Yin Mingzhi smiled at her.

When the word "princess" was smashed, Qingran suddenly became in a trance, and was stunned for a moment, and then recalled the "Your Highness" that Yin Xiaoqi calmly said to Song Yuchen, and she had a little count in her heart.

Shi Qingran suddenly figured out why Yin Mingzhi decided to stay in the royal city so easily, and obediently listened to Song Yuchen's words and lived in the place arranged for him by Song Yuchen.

Thinking of this, Shi Qingran became more and more bad, and cast a painful look, and almost pasted suitable or inappropriate words such as "well-dressed beasts" and "forcing good people to be prostitutes" to the head of His Royal Highness the King of Zhennan.

Song Yuchen inexplicably gained a disdainful look, and before he had time to think about it, Shi Qingran got up and quickly poured the tea in front of Yin Mingzhi, and then withdrew.

Yin Mingzhi pursed his lips and smiled slowly, tenderness almost overflowing from the corners of his eyes.

After the door was closed, Song Yuchen sat down sideways, "How does Mr. know her name." ”

"It's just a legend." Yin Mingzhi took a sip of warm tea, "I'm also hearsay, I wanted to lie to her, but I really guessed the idea when I didn't think about it, the prince doesn't have to take it seriously." ”

Don't take it seriously?

Song Yuchen lowered his eyebrows and smiled softly, "That gentleman is really clever, he can guess anything." ”

Yin Ming didn't mean to be polite to him at all, so he simply nodded, not at all modestly and said, "The prince has a good reputation." ”

Somehow, from just now, Song Yuchen felt a little uncomfortable, but he couldn't tell what was uncomfortable, as if there were ants in his limbs, and they were happily drifting along his veins.

He looked at Yin Mingzhi's face gradually ruddy as he drank tea - his two thin lips were attached to the porcelain cup, drinking the tea that Shi Qingran poured for him.

Somehow, His Royal Highness King Zhennan's throat suddenly itched a little, and an inexplicable irritability rose in his heart, so he quickly looked away, "Has Mr. ever had any communication with this He Jiaojiao?" ”

"Yin is just a man in the rivers and lakes, so naturally he doesn't have the ability to communicate with legendary characters."

Song Yuchen gently tugged at the corner of his lips, "Mr. is really well-informed, but I don't see that a character like Mr. will be interested in the legends of the rivers and lakes." ”

Yin Mingzhi said modestly, "Where, Yin is just a mortal who has walked some roads, far from how to see and hear, it is just that the prince is lonely and unheard." ”

Song Yuchen, "......"

Somehow, he found that this mysterious man was becoming more and more presumptuous, and he didn't know where he got the confidence to offend the king of Zhennan so confidently, and he didn't worry about being killed in the slightest.

But in fact, he really can't stop Yin Ming now.

Song Yuchen sat silently, didn't drink tea, just looked at Yin Mingzhi silently, and the latter was calm. Song Yuchen didn't speak, he treated this person as if this person didn't exist, and only sipped his tea in small sips, his face gradually turned from pale to pink, like a calm beauty sculpture.

After a pause, His Royal Highness King Zhennan was finally defeated in a long silent tug-of-war, lowered his voice a little, and asked, "So is there anything that Sir knows about this matter but hasn't said?" ”

Yin Ming stopped, "What Yin knows has already been said, the prince doesn't believe it, or is it because Yin's words didn't speak to the prince's heart, not what the prince wants to hear?" ”

"Sir knows what I want." Song Yuchen restrained the somewhat hypocritical smile on his face, "Don't let me wait, I don't have any patience." ”

"Yin is a layman, who is in the threshold of red dust, and it is naturally impossible to see through the various states of life. I can only say that everything in the world has its own rules, and the prince doesn't need to be so worried. ”

Song Yuchen narrowed his eyes, "Are you saying I'm worried?" ”

"Yin doesn't dare."

He replied quickly, but Song Yuchen's eyes widened like a torch, and he couldn't see from his eyes that he didn't dare to come at all.

Wang of Zhennan sat on pins and needles for a while, searching his intestines and tumbling out all the tricks, and he couldn't get the slightest advantage from Yin Mingzhi's mouth, so he had to leave stupidly, and when he went out, he was inexplicably anxious by the starling's sentence "The little beast is gone".

A snow-white carrier pigeon flew low against the clear blue sky, bypassing the tender green willow branches, and its black bean-like eyes aimed at a majestic mansion and landed.

Hearing the sound of "cooing" from the window, Andinghou, who had taken sick leave to the emperor early in the morning and was "recuperating" at home, slowly put down the book in his hand, and turned over from the couch neatly, without any sleepiness in his eyes.

He pushed open the small window, and a white and fat carrier pigeon flew in and planted itself in the palm of his hand, and a small dark red cowhide box was tied to the right paw of the pigeon.

Pei Yi quickly took out the small note in the box, which was not as thick as a steel needle, spread it out lightly in the palm of his hand, saw the words on it clearly by the light of the sky, and then quickly threw the note into the lamp at the head of the bed.

With a "whew", the handsome ink stains turned into ashes in the orange candle flame.