Yu Zhiyan returned to her room and saw Qinghe embroidering a veil, her eyes were black, as if she had not slept for several nights.

"Yan'er, you're back." Qinghe greeted him eagerly, "In the past few days, you have been locked up and you don't know whether you are alive or dead, and I can't even inquire about the slightest news." ”

"I'm fine now, I'm worried about my sister." She looked moved, "I have something I want to ask you about." ”

"Sister, please speak."

"After the young lady married into the house, there was a dowry maid named Huai'er, do you know where they went?"

Qinghe's face changed, and then he said: "My sister asks what you are doing here, this is a taboo in the house." ”

Yu Zhiyan also showed a look of surprise on her face, "It was the princess who asked me, and you also know that the young lady is her own sister." ”

After she finished speaking, she took out a few pieces of broken silver from her purse and said with a smile: "This is used by the princess to inquire about the news, if my sister knows, tell me, the money saved fell into the pockets of others in vain." Don't worry, if I betray my sister, I will be hit by five thunderbolts. ”

Qinghe was overjoyed after hearing this, and then nervously closed the doors and windows.

Then she walked to Yu Zhiyan's side and said in a low voice, "When the young lady was married for only a few months, one of them named Huai'er attached to the master, and now she is the fourth aunt of the master. After hearing about her, she insulted the young lady in every way, and remembered the original master's and servant's feelings. ”

"Where's the woman?" Yu Zhiyan was furious, and he completely lost his temper.

Qinghe was stunned for a moment and said, "The old lady sent her aunts and wives to the old mansion a few years ago, and she hasn't come back yet." ”

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When he woke up in the morning, Yu Zhenyan cleaned his face in the mirror. She looked at the woman in the mirror, her face was pale, and she applied two more layers of rouge, which made her look much more energetic.

Today he was going to accompany Feng Huang into the palace, and as soon as she thought of it, the corners of her lips couldn't help but hook up a deep smile.

As soon as she stood up, she saw Dong Lang breaking in sweating profusely.

If it weren't for those eye-catching peach blossom eyes, Yu Zhiyan would almost not recognize him, the ayara on his body was already covered with mud, and the boots on his feet had turned brown.

Dong Lang couldn't help but pull her arm and ran towards the lake, he was weak and almost fell to the ground several times.

Until the two of them came to the lake, Yu Zhiyan's face showed an unbelievable look. When the Holy Lord built the Chengguo Mansion, he ordered hundreds of people to dig for half a month, but now it was filled in overnight.

"Yan'er, now you can only marry me." Donglang's face was full of smiles, warmer than the morning sun.

Yu Zhiyan's hand was clenched tightly, but there was a sneer in his heart, the invincible Young Master Houmen was so toyed with by her in applause, the taste was so interesting.

The corners of her lips suddenly bloomed with a smile more charming than peach blossoms, "That day, the slave maid just said the word 'maybe', maybe the young master would be wrong." ”

Yu Zhiyan's smile fell into the depths of his eyes, and countless streamers flew away from his eyes, leaving only emptiness and despair.

"Why, why don't you marry me, it's because of your down-and-out fiancé?" He suddenly reached out and grabbed her shoulder, "Believe it or not, I will let him die without a place to bury." ”