However, his coughing sound made Xiao Qi come back to his senses.

Xiao Qi was too fascinated to see it just now, and suddenly came back to his senses, saliva clicked and dripped a little, and it fell under the painting, Xiao Qi quickly wiped the corners of his mouth.

Cui Yu: "......"

There were no words to describe his mood at the moment.

He stretched out his hand to roll up the painting, and Xiao Qi hurried to stop it.

"What's the hurry, people haven't finished reading it yet."

"You can drool over a woman?"

She was the first person who could make Cui Yu's tone so uncalm.

Xiao Qi felt that Cui Yu was very strange, when he used to look at the beauty picture with the senior brothers, it was larger than this size, and the senior brothers didn't say anything.

And he also commented with her, why did Cui Yu react so much?

"Everyone has a love for beauty."

Cui Yu looked at her for a long time, and finally sighed and shook his head.

"That's it."

In the future, it is better to let the beautiful woman see less.

Xiao Qi watched him put the painting away, and muttered in a low voice:

"Stingy."

Now that there is this picture scroll, it is Cui Yantang's thing, and it is not difficult to tell whether he is dead or alive.

Xiao Qi closed his eyes and covered the scroll with his hands.

Cui Yu sat beside Xiao Qi, looking at her slightly, her thick eyelashes reflecting a shadow under her eyelids, and there was a touch of playfulness in the corners of her lips that were always hooked.

You'll never guess what's going to come out of this little mouth.

After a while, Xiao Qi withdrew his hand and opened his eyes.

"People are not dead, they are still alive."

Xiao Qi told Cui Yu very surely.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure."

"Where are the people?" Cui Yu's hoarse voice had uncalm waves for the first time.

It can be seen that Cui Yantang is very important to him.

"I want his birthday."

Cui Yu wrote out Cui Yantang's survival eight characters, and Xiao Qi calculated it.

"Hey, no, are you mistaken?"

Cui Yu looked at it, the time was right, it was indeed Cui Yantang's birthday.

"That's right."

"That shouldn't be, the survival calculations you gave don't match the person who painted them, unless the painting wasn't made by your father."

"It can't be."

The characters on this painting, as well as the style of the painting and the seal, are all in his father's handwriting, and he has been keeping it since his father's death, so it cannot be fake.

At the moment, I can't figure it out, I can only find other things in Cui Yantang, all of which are in Yecheng's hometown, and it seems that Duan Chenghu has to run again.

Three days later, Xiao Qi calculated again, judging from the things Cui Yantang had used, he was indeed still alive, but it was really inconsistent with his birthdate.

At present, it can only explain one problem, Cui Yantang's birthday is wrong.

Now that he knows that Cui Yantang is still alive, where can he go?

In the past three years, the guards in the imperial city and the cronies of the royal family have changed all over again, and there are few people who know about the past, and it is not easy to investigate the events at that time.

Xiao Qi has felt Cui Yu's busyness recently, and at noon, he rarely comes to pick her up in person, and the waiter carries the soft chariot over.

Sometimes he was absent, but even if he was not there, the little eunuch did not dare to slack off, and all the food was according to the regent's instructions.

There was food and drink, Xiao Qi didn't think about it so much, and rested in the dormitory behind the Qinzheng Hall when he took a nap.

When Cui Yu was there, she rarely dreamed.

But whenever Cui Yu is away, she always has strange dreams.

Perhaps because of the heavy yin energy in the palace for hundreds of years, a person with strong yang energy is needed to be next to him.