For Qiao Le, going to school is obviously not a big deal, after all, modern people, who hasn't come from nine years of compulsory education? It's just that she always feels that this matter is sudden and very strange.

But where this is strange, she doesn't bother to think about it.

Qiao Le: "When are you going?" ”

Agarwood: "Back to the county lord, the prince said that it was Ming'er." Moreover, you have not been to the Guozi Prison for many days, and the prison has specially sent someone to pick you up. Say yes...... Your friend. ”

"Friends?" Qiao Le was a little surprised: "Whose friend?" It's mine? Do I still have friends? ”

"County Lord, of course you have friends."

Seeing that Qiao Le was so surprised, Agarwood hurriedly agreed.

She remembered that the county lord had mentioned that the county lord had a friend, who was the second son of the prime minister's family, and she forgot what the name was.

It is distressing to say that their county lord has been unlucky since he was a child, and he has been suffering from small disasters and illnesses. Just now she calculated carefully, the days when her body is completely healthy will only be about a year.

Other times, they're either bedridden or bleeding from their heads.

You see, the injuries from yesterday's bowl are not all healed.

Therefore, it is no wonder that she Agarwood doesn't remember this friend's name, it is really the county lord who avoids school at home, just like ordinary people dressing and eating. And their subordinates can't enter the hall with their masters, so they haven't seen each other.

However, this person is indeed a rare friend of the county lord.

After all, people in the world are unpredictable, and ordinary people still have a few confidants, let alone the county lord, a great plague god who is unlucky every day? I'm afraid that many people even look at the surface of their work, but they are looking at the face of the prince and the prince.

However, the delicate-minded Agarwood would never have thought that she had felt sorry for Qiao Le for so long, but what Qiao Le thought in her heart was not on the same line as her at all.

Qiao Le: Which one is deadly? Dare to be friends with her?

Nodding slightly, Qiao Le felt that no matter whether this person was sincere or not, he could be regarded as a strong man.

At least, it's bold enough.

"Got it, tomorrow will be tomorrow."

With a wave of his hand, Qiao Le turned his head and continued to study his Emei thorn. No way, it's important to save your life.

Seeing that she was about to concentrate, there was a commotion outside the door. To be precise, it was not outside her door, but outside the door of the Pavilion tonight. Because the two courtyards are close, Sheng'er is not separated.

"What's going on?"

Qiao Le raised his eyebrows, and Hu Xu, who had been watching him for a long time, immediately greeted him.

"Back to the county lord, it's Her Royal Highness the Fifth Princess."

Qiao Le: "Cousin? ”

Hu Xu: "Yes, it's Her Royal Highness the Princess." Not only her, but there seem to be several ministers of the Ministry of Rites, and it seems that they have something to discuss with the little prince of the Jun family. ”

Negotiate?

These two words lingered in Qiao Le's mind for a while, which made her heart sink from the bottom of her heart.

Because not only her brother and her father are villains, but her cousin is not a fuel-efficient lamp. And when it comes to suppressing the Jun family, my cousin's heart is probably even more urgent than the two in her family.

So this sudden discussion may be another Hongmen banquet for Jun Yan.

Hey, cousin, you can take it easy, don't follow my brother's example......

Raising his hand and rubbing his eyebrows, Qiao Le finally suppressed his urge to go crazy. So, who pretended to be Jun Yan's good brother, she immediately put down the Emei thorn, and went out of the yard with her skirt.

Jun Yan, you wait, your good brother I, I'm here to make trouble for you!

At the same time, Jun Yan in the Pavilion also raised his eyebrows slightly, and the slender fingers carrying the teacup paused for a moment because of this.

Qiao Le, are you so worried about me?