Shen Qing didn't know what was going on in the head of this Nine Emperor Prince, but it was certain that he was still somewhat useful, at least the third master just knocked a few words openly and secretly and went back.

She thought that if Ji Wuhuan really sent her away, the plan she had made at the beginning would not be implemented, no, she couldn't leave yet!

Thinking like this, Shen Qing didn't sleep again, but walked towards Ji Wuhuan's courtyard, and not long after going out, after a few thunders, it was pouring rain.

Ji Wuhuan sat behind the desk and was slightly tired, the people in the room had already sent them away, Sang Rou came in from outside, and said, "The princess is here." ”

Ji Wuhuan seemed to have guessed that she would come over: "The Nine Emperor Princes sent it away?" ”

"Well, it's gone. But the prince, the Nine Emperors suddenly said that they wanted to ......"

"Well, I'll talk about that later." Ji Wuhuan seemed reluctant to continue on the topic: "What is she here to do?" ”

"I don't know, but the slave maid wondered if it was related to the Nine Emperor Princes." Sang Rou stood with her head down, but she was already aware of Ji Wuhuan's mood fluctuations. If it was before, he would give it to whoever the Nine Emperor Prince wanted, but this time he hesitated.

After thinking about it, listening to the sound of rain outside, Sang Rou asked tentatively: "If it is cold today, the princess is afraid that she will get sick if she gets wet in the rain again......"

"Leave her alone." Ji Wuhuan finished indifferently, stopped the pen in his hand, and handed it to Sang Rou after collecting the written letter: "Let someone send it to Lord Liu." ”

"You want to meddle in the affairs of the third lady?" Sang Rou was even more surprised, she thought that the prince would stand by and watch.

Ji Wuhuan glanced at her with cold eyes: "What are you tempting?" ”

"Slaves don't dare." Sang Rou hurriedly lowered her head.

"She's more useful than those women before, since she also has a heart, let's try it, if this knife doesn't work, throw it away."

"Yes." Sang Rou responded, feeling the strong cold air emanating from Ji Wuhuan's body, and her palms tightened slightly, so she turned around and retreated.

Ji Wuhuan glanced at the oil-paper umbrella standing in the corner, his cold eyes drooped, and he turned his head to take the book and began to read.

Shen Qing waited at the door for a long time, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, but seeing that Ji Wuhuan didn't want to see her at all, he didn't wait any longer and turned back. What she didn't know was that when she left, Ji Wuhuan came out with an umbrella, and Yahuan next to her saw that he was still holding an umbrella in his hand, and hurriedly lowered her head.

Ji Wuhuan's voice was even more cold: "Order, let her wash everyone's clothes in the king's courtyard in the future, if you don't wash it well, don't think about eating!" With that, he left without looking back.

Shen Qing braved the rain to return to the firewood room of the Huanyi room, and Mama Zhou brought someone over, holding two sets of clothes, looking at her who was wet, and frowned: "From today on, you will start working like an ordinary maidservant." After that, he turned his head and took a white jade bottle to her: "The prince gave it to you." ”

Shen Qing was slightly stunned, but Mama Zhou didn't say much, so she gave her the clothes and left, leaving only a little girl ring who looked thirteen or fourteen years old and thin like bean sprouts.

Shen Qing looked at the two sets of clothes left by Mama Zhou, one pink and one blue, closed the door, and turned her head to change her clothes.

The little girl came over, raised the medicine in her hand, and then pointed to her face and motioned for Shen Qing to take the medicine.

"You can't speak?" Shen Qing said in surprise.

Yahuan smiled, but her eyes dimmed a lot. She made another comparison to Shen Qing, motioned for herself to get her a bed and rice, and hurriedly left, Shen Qing stood at the door with a slightly gloomy face, and couldn't figure out why this Ji Wuhuan suddenly didn't play cards according to the routine, is it really because he is an ugly monster?

Shen Qing's eyebrows were slightly raised, touching the scar on his face, and the corners of his mouth were raised high.