When Li Qia and his entourage arrived at the Qingqing Poetry Society, the front of the door was already surrounded by water.

Even the windows of the teahouse opposite are crowded with heads who can't suppress the gossip and poke out to see the excitement.

"This musician, you can stay in the carriage and accompany Miss Liu." Li Qia winked at Li Qing, and after the arrangement, he got out of the carriage first, and Wei Yiyun, the little tail, followed behind.

Facing the Qingqing Poetry Society, which was surrounded like an iron bucket, Li Qia had no choice but to reach out and pull open a gap, and took Wei Yiyun to drill through, and Xiao Jue also took the opportunity to follow in.

"Didn't you stay and take care of the carriage, why didn't you obey orders?" Li Cha glanced back at him.

"Mrs. Hui." In response to Li Cha's puzzled gaze, he pointed behind him, "Changfeng said that he would take care of the seventh girl and Miss Liu by the carriage, and allowed me to come and see the excitement." He was the one who did not listen to orders. ”

At this time, Li Qia naturally didn't bother to pay attention to him.

After the three of them crowded in front of the crowd of onlookers, they saw that a line of soldiers was already standing in front of the main gate of the Qingqing Poetry Society.

These soldiers, worthy of the emperor's own army, all look very brave and very stylish!

Li Cha wiped his bangs down, almost covered his eyes, took out the silver medal he won in the Qingqing Poetry Society that day, shook it at the pro-soldiers, and said, "A few officials, the people are members of this Qingqing Poetry Society, you can go in, right?" ”

Wei Yiyun also followed Li Cha's method, first covering his face with bangs, and then taking out the silver medal, "Lord Guan, me too." ”

Xiao Jue is the prince of Boyuan Hou, so naturally he can't use this method, so he can only hide behind Li Qia and Wei Yiyun as much as possible, and look down at the excitement.

When those pro-soldiers saw the silver medals in the hands of Li Cha and Wei Yiyun, they explained: "Now that the Qingqing Poetry Society has been seized, you better go back." Although his attitude was quite polite, his hand had already touched the saber at his waist to prevent anyone from making trouble.

"Seizure?" Li Qia looked surprised, "We spent so much money in it, how can we say that if we don't let in, we won't let us in?" ”

The pro-soldiers saw that she was about to cry, and hurriedly stretched out their hands to the original registration office of the Qingqing Poetry Society, "How much money did you spend, go there to register and verify." We will return it when the thorough investigation is over. ”

"Just give it back." Li Qia looked relieved, but continued to ask: "Lord Guan, what happened in this Qingqing Poetry Society?" The good poetry club, this trouble, was seized like this. ”

The pro-soldier raised his eyes and looked at Li Qia for a moment, and said in his heart that this little lady really didn't know what to do, and she was no longer patient, "Go to the side, don't delay our errand." ”

Li Qia led Wei Yiyun out of the crowd, but grabbed a little brother who was watching and asked, "Do you know what happened to this Qingqing Poetry Society?" ”

The little brother looked mysterious, "Let me tell you, don't tell others, I heard that there are people in this Qingqing Poetry Society who colluded with the party and committed rebellion." ”

Li Cha pretended to be surprised, and his body was so frightened that he jumped back a step, "So scary? ”

The little brother looked around again, and whispered to Li Cha: "Girl, you better put away this member's sign quickly, and be careful of being arrested by the officers and soldiers as traitors." ”

"Thank you, little brother." Li Qia clenched his fists, turned around and left with Wei Yiyun, Xiao Jue has been silently following behind him, and the acting skills of the nine girls in her heart can really be called a powerful faction.

"Cousin, where are we going now?" Wei Yiyun took two quick steps to keep up with Li Cha and Li Cha, who looked like he had grease on the soles of his feet.

Li Qia winked at Wei Yiyun with sideways eyes, "When have you ever seen me so anxious about other things?" Besides, she already knew that the people who did the work were so strict, and the story of those little ladies being polluted was not spread, and they still had a way to live in the future, so she was even more relieved.

Wei Yiyun was stunned, "Cousin still has the heart to get the money back?" ”

"Of course, otherwise would you keep the descendants of the Zheng family?" The Zheng family can produce a Zheng Wenhao, which shows that the family style is not right, and the roots are crooked.

"Yes...... But those are all the silver of Grandpa Huo! Although Wei Yiyun was already speaking in a very small voice at the back.

But Li Qia, who still had a good ear, heard it clearly, "What's hiss is mine." ”

Later his heart may not be hers, but his silver?

Li Cha swept the silver medal in his hand and showed a bright smile, his silver was not spent in vain. She doesn't spend and also has those white lotus flowers to worry about.

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In the carriage here, Li Qing, who was inconvenient to appear, kept wearing a hat and lifting the curtain to look at the situation outside.

For a long time, the Qingqing Poetry Society was surrounded by people watching the excitement, and she could only see the green wood plaque hanging high on the lintel.

Once, when someone mentioned the Qingqing Poetry Club in front of her, she was so proud and proud.

She thinks that the person she wants to marry in the future is a rich and talented person.

But now, looking at this Qingqing Poetry Society, thinking of the sanctimonious and inferior things that Zheng Wenhao did in it, she couldn't wait to step forward and take off this plaque with her own hands, fall on the ground and crush it with her feet.

She clenched her fists tightly, but her body was still a little shaking, and her mind was unsettled.

At that moment, a somewhat chilled hand took her trembling hand.

Li Qing looked sideways and saw Liu Xiaoyue, who was still wrapped in gauze.

"Seventh girl, do you see it? Has Zheng Wenhao been arrested? She bit the word Zheng Wenhao heavily, and the monstrous hatred in her heart was not concealed.

Li Qing's hand shook slightly, "Miss Liu, do you know who I am?" ”

Liu Xiaoyue bowed her head, and her head still turned to Li Qing's direction, although it was dark in front of her and she couldn't see anything.

Li Qing felt that Miss Liu was looking at her with those empty eyes, and said word by word: "Seventh girl, my fate can't be changed, but you can!" You still have the opportunity to choose your future life or who you will live with in the future. At the end of the day, the corners of her lips were slightly raised.

"Miss Liu, I ......" She wanted to say sorry to Miss Liu, but at this time she felt that the language was so pale and weak.

Liu Xiaoyue squeezed Li Qing's hand again.

Being comforted by a person who had suffered so much and whose body had been mutilated so far, Li Qing felt ashamed, and at this time she could only turn around and continue to look outside.

I hope that Miss Liu will get better and better for the rest of her life, and she is determined to do her best to help her.

Just thinking of this, I suddenly saw the onlookers flash out of a way, and it was actually those pro-soldiers who pressed a few young men in brocade robes to come out.

But all the heads of the men who were escorted were covered with turbans, so that people could not see their faces clearly.

But Li Qing was still in this group and recognized Zheng Wenhao in a moon-white brocade robe. It was someone who had appeared in her dreams countless times.

Oh, yes! She likes the wrong person in her life, but she still has a chance, what is she afraid to face......