She saw it clearly.

He had something to hide from her.

Since a few days ago, I have always looked at a place in a daze, and then looked at her with extremely melancholy eyes, and I couldn't say anything when I wanted to speak.

Day after day, she is not stupid and can always detect something.

It's morning.

In the past, Jiang You would never ask her about entering the palace, let alone whether she would stay in the palace.

But today, he intervened in this matter for the first time, and told her to return early.

After coming back, the light of her eyes would fall on her hairpin from time to time, with obvious panic, panic, and apprehension.

That feeling, while making her heart stunned, also had a faint bad premonition.

And Jiang You couldn't sleep at night, which proved the fact that her bad premonition was about to come true.

In the dark, Qi Zihuan sat in front of the dresser and did not make any movement.

For a long time, along the bottom of the hairpin, Qi Zihuan lowered his eyes and opened it.

The hairpin base has a small, rolled-up note.

Through the moonlight through the gap in the paper window, Qi Zihuan clearly saw what was written on it.

Kill the East Palace and destroy Changrong.

Suddenly, Qi Zihuan's complexion changed, his lips pursed into a straight line, and the light in his eyes was extinguished.

Almost, she subconsciously wanted to tear the note to shreds, but she burst out with a trace of reason and curbed such an immature idea.

Strange handwriting.

Qi Zihuan knew very well who wrote it.

She had seen with her own eyes that her mother could write with her left hand.

But, to whom is the note addressed to?

Who does the mother want to lend her hand to send a message?

Did Jiang You already know about the existence of this note?

Otherwise, how could such suggestive questions be asked?

When did he find out? Was he involved?

The questions in my heart came out one after another.

Qi Zihuan still didn't make a sound.

Even if there was a monstrous wave of doubt in his heart, Qi Zihuan used all his patience all his life and did not attack on the spot.

After a few moments, she folded the note back into its original shape and put it back in its original position.

Then calmly returned to the couch and closed his eyes peacefully.

As for whether she fell asleep or not, only she knew.

Following.

After breakfast, there was one less person waiting beside me.

When touching up the makeup, Qi Zi looked around at the neat dresser: "Who cleaned up the dresser today?" ”

Chuncai was embroidering a purse for Qi Zihuan, and replied without raising his head when he heard the words: "If you go back to the princess, it was Fuxia who cleaned it up before leaving the house." ”

"Where did the hairpin flower that my mother rewarded yesterday go?"

Chun Cai stopped his movements, stepped forward and flipped through: "The princess wants to wear it today?" ”

"Yes, it's pretty beautiful, I'm going to be a guest at the Ninth Sister's Princess Mansion later, and I'll be angry with her."

Chuncai rummaged through two boxes and finally found them.

Qi Zihuan raised his hand to take it, and twisted the base when Chuncai was not paying attention.

Sure enough, there was nothing in it.

The note is gone.

How so? While being anxious, she also had a feeling in her heart that it was really so.

After all, the concubine gave her the things in it, but she also had to find an opportunity to transfer the things from her hands to the real master.

……

In the Jun's Mansion, Qi Changrong sat in the Qiwu Courtyard, looking up at General Jun who was blowing a cold wind on the roof.

In his ears, it was Shen Cong'an's calm echo.

“…… After the efforts of all parties, without alarming the Taishi Mansion, the people below successfully found the content of the note. ”

"Kill the East Palace, destroy Changrong."

The East Palace is her, and Changrong is also her.

Even if he didn't see the note with his own eyes, Qi Changrong could feel Lian Ji's urgent mood from these words, and couldn't help but smile lightly.

Since she came back, Lian Ji has watched her seat in the East Palace sit more steadily than usual, and I am afraid that she has long been unable to bear it.

It is rare to be able to endure the attack until this time.

One can imagine how tormented Lian Ji was during this time.

Seeing the genuine smile on her face, Shen Cong'an didn't quite understand where Qi Changrong's smile came from: "Lian Ji wants His Royal Highness's life, but you don't seem to care at all?" ”

"Wanting it, and whether you can do it, are two different things."

Qi Changrong's voice was unhurried, still looking at the red shadow on the roof, until the man jumped off the roof with drunken eyes and sat down beside him obediently, then he casually withdrew his gaze and continued: "Gu has no doubt that Jiang Bowen and Lian Ji will have murderous intentions towards Gu, because the answer is yes. ”

"For the affirmative answer, it doesn't make much difference whether you care or not."

Shen Cong'an: "Then when do you plan to do it?" ”

After lowering his eyes, Qi Changrong poured a cup of hot tea for Junchen, and under the latter's obvious disgust and resistance, he unhurriedly bent his fingers and knocked on the table.

One by one, it seemed to knock on his heart.

The latter pursed his lips and finally picked up the teacup and drank it all.

The tea used to relieve hangover was very bitter, and he subconsciously frowned when he was bitter.

Seeing this, a smile crossed Qi Changrong's eyes, and he said indifferently: "It's too cheap for them to do it alone." ”

Shen Cong paused: "What do you mean?" ”

Qi Changrong pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Wouldn't it be better to let them kill each other?" ”

Shen Cong'an: "......"

Shen Cong'an began to wonder if he had missed any important news.

However, when you think about it, it seems that the important news has already been memorized.

Just as he was about to ask again, Jun Chen looked at him impatiently, and asked patiently, "Are you finished?" ”

Inexplicably, Shen Cong'an realized another meaning from his words - if you say it's over, leave early, don't be an eyesore here.

Shen Cong'an: "...... That's pretty much it. ”

Sure enough, Jun Chen's next sentence was: "Since you're done, let's go." ”

“……”

Okay, talking to a drunk won't work.

Shen Cong'an didn't resist at all, and left with his eyebrows lowered.

The drunken general not only likes to climb the roof, but is also quite naïve and moody.

Obviously sober, but his behavior is uncontrollable, and he often does ridiculous things.

If he dares to do it, the general will really beat people, and with his small body, he may not be able to withstand the general's punch.

The so-called person who knows the times is Junjie.

After the people left, as the long sleeves were dragged and shook twice, Qi Changrong looked over a little helplessly: "General, what are you doing?" ”

Jun Chen looked at her resentfully, let out a long sigh, and said aggrievedly: "You have been talking to Cong'an just now, and you have not paid attention to me. ”

“…… General, do you need a reminder to remind you? Just now, you didn't give Lone a chance to speak, so you poured a pot of wine alone, and then ran to the roof to blow a cool breeze. ”

Junchen couldn't listen to it, and said stubbornly: "Obviously, in the past, I went to the roof to blow the cold wind after drinking, and you will follow." ”

Not only that, he also said: "Sure enough, the things you get in your hands often don't make people not cherish them." ”

With such a big hat buckled on his head, Qi Changrong had a bigger and more headache, but he also knew that he couldn't reason with the drunk, so after thinking about it, he asked cautiously: "Then, why don't you accompany the general to the roof to blow the wind now?" ”

When the words fell, Jun Chen's eyes lit up slightly, and he stared at Qi Changrong without saying a word, as if he could see a flower on her face.

After hesitating for a while, Qi Changrong stretched out his hand and cautiously touched his face.

I didn't notice anything strange.

After a pause, she was about to say something, but before she could speak, the whole person was suddenly pulled up, and the next moment her waist was grabbed by someone, she subconsciously reached out against Jun Chen's chest, and watched the two of them rise into the air, appearing on the roof in the blink of an eye.

Qi Changrong: "......"

said that it was a wind, and the two of them really blew the wind for nearly half an hour.

One stubbornly refused to leave, and the other went with the flow and let him go.

The cool breeze was blowing, and the wide long sleeves of the person blowing were whirring in the wind, and the broken hair in his ears was blown straight in front of his eyes, and Qi Changrong, who was disturbed, couldn't help but squint.

Fortunately, she was not dressed thinly, and it was noon, so she didn't feel the cold.

Until Junchen almost woke up and the drunkenness in his eyes disappeared completely, the two still did not speak, and they were silent in unison, depressed and helpless.

After a long time, Qi Changrong was the first to speak, and there was a strange smile in his words: "General, do you feel very wronged in our current relationship?" ”

The relationship between them is indeed invisible.

After all, can't you tell the world that General Junda of the Great Jin Dynasty and Prince Changrong are a pair of people who are happy with each other and have a 'dragon and yang fetish'?

Hearing this, Jun Chen, who had already come to his senses, glanced at Qi Changrong vigilantly, and his voice was slightly low and hoarse: "This kind of thing, isn't it that His Highness feels wronged?" ”

"What is there to be wronged by Lonely?" Qi Changrong paused inexplicably: "Isn't it the party that should be wronged by the golden house?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of both of them were a little strange.

When Junchen finally realized the meaning of Qi Changrong's words - she regarded him as the object of the golden house.

In terms of cognition, the two have an irreconcilable cognitive difference.

Suddenly, Jun Chen laughed out loud, and couldn't help but reach out and pinch her face in retaliation: "Qi Changrong, do you dare to say anything about Jinwu Zangjiao, are you too idle recently, your rich imagination has nowhere to exert force, and everyone has to mention him to plump up his personality?" ”

When it comes to the golden house, it can be reminiscent of the delicate and powerless, just like the beauty of the silk flower that needs to be born by the strong.

He ...... with her

Who is the one who needs to be attached to it?

Jun Chen couldn't have imagined that he was just a little weak and lazy, but in Qi Changrong's eyes, he became the 'delicate' party.

What's more, he doesn't feel wronged, but she has already wronged him for him, what is this?

Junchen had a headache, and finally knew how big the cognitive gap between the two of them was.

Inexplicably, it seems that in her eyes, she is a big man, and she ......

To put it bluntly, maybe she is a peerless beauty who can make the prince of a country faint.

was pinched in the face, Qi Changrong was in pain, and his voice was a little vague: "Lonely doesn't mean that, 'Jinwu Zangjiao' is just a metaphor." ”