"Yes." Feng Lin's voice came from outside.

"What is the pestle doing there, changing the clothes of this king." Seeing Ye Qingwan standing aside with his hands on his chest, looking like he was watching a play, he was already in a bad mood, but at this time, it was like lighting a fire, and it was burning at the touch of a button.

Ye Qingwan stepped forward and served him.

"Will you serve people?"

"The dress is on the outside."

"This dress ......" Ye Qingwan still inserted a silver needle into his dumb hole, it was too noisy. Aren't the clothes the same?

Why is there so much to do with him? Ye Qingwan dared to do this, also because she knew that the current Jiang Wumian did not have much internal strength, otherwise, with this person's deep internal strength, she would still have to listen to his noise.

I heard a voice coming from inside the house before, but now there was suddenly no sound, and Steward Yang and Yelin glanced at each other, not understanding what was going on.

However, Steward Yang is still happy in his heart, which shows that Miss Ye Qingwan is different from other women.

At least in their hearts, it's different. He had just made such a big fire and killed a lot of people, although those people were all people sent by others to spy on him, but usually, they turned a blind eye, and they didn't understand why they were suddenly killed today.

Thinking of the miserable sound just now, they still have palpitations. Fortunately, Ye Qingwan came over. Lingmo was pulled down, and Ye Qingwan didn't know whether she was alive or dead.

But the smell of blood in the temple made her have no desire to eat. Therefore, Feng Lin prepared a new meal and put it in the side hall.

Feng Lin originally wanted to wait beside him, but the prince of his family glared at him, and he rolled out of his place.

I thought to myself, this Miss Ye is really not simple, she can sit at the same table as his prince to eat.

I don't know, the prince of his family can eat it when he looks at that face...... Jiang Wumian threw his chopsticks on the dining table and glared at Ye Qingwan, who had already started eating.

This man, who made him dumb, ate happily himself. After Ye Qingwan ate a few bites, he reacted in hindsight, turned his head and asked Jiang Wumian: "Why don't you eat?" "Look, it's a little naïve.

Jiang Wumian didn't speak, just stared at her. Thinking of something, Ye Qingwan pulled out the silver needle, and Jiang Wumian was finally able to speak.

"This king asked you to detoxify, not for you to climb on my head!" Ye Qingwan lifted her eyelids and glanced at him,

"I didn't climb on your head, because you were too noisy." He speaks, and she still listens, provided that it is useful.

She is used to being quiet and does not like to be noisy. Jiang Wumian: "......" After the two finished eating, it was dark, Ye Qingwan did not stop at the Fusu Palace, and went back to his courtyard.

Halfway through, he learned from Steward Yang the reason why Jiang Wumian was furious. It turned out that Ling Mo had a mind that he shouldn't have, not only entering the inner hall without permission, but also wanting to have bad intentions towards Jiang Wumian.

Inexplicably, she remembered Jiang Wumian's half-open appearance just now, don't look at the skinny body, there should be a lot of material, and some of them are morbid and beautiful, which makes people pity.

"He's pretending." Ye Qingwan said in one word. Steward Yang: "......" This girl has seen things so thoroughly, she has guessed everything.

Steward Yang smiled wryly and praised Ye Qingwan.

"Steward Yang, how often does the prince get injured?"

"For more than half a month, every time I was recruited into the palace by the emperor, when I came back, I was covered with injuries." When Steward Yang said this, his eyes were distressed.