This night, she did not return to King Rong's Mansion and went to Fenghuaxuan to rest.

When the sky was about to dawn, the prime minister's mansion was finally lively.

She sensed someone enter the room, as if someone had taken off their shoes and climbed onto her bed. But the extremely familiar astringent aroma that looked like flowers and not flowers suddenly reassured her.

So, I didn't even want to open my eyes, and I fell asleep more and more.

This sleep was the light of day, until I was woken up by the noise of the courtyard. There was no one on the bed next to him, and he reached out and touched half of the bed so that it was clearly cold. She felt a little lost in her heart.

"Yuqiao, where is Luo Yeji?"

She looked at the breakfast on the table and frowned slightly.

"The prince got up early in the morning, and he was going to help Xiangye deal with his wife's affairs. But the will came again from the palace, and he went into the palace again. ”

Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows, it turned out that the feeling last night was not wrong, Luo Yeji really came. Why did you go into the palace again?

It seems that in Lian Yin's heart, the death of a new lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion is not important at all.

"Now, who's dealing with the affairs of the mourning hall?"

"Xiangye has returned."

Wen Qingyu nodded, quickly finished breakfast, and headed towards Ye Qi's courtyard.

The prime minister's mansion during the day was much more orderly than last night, and the entire courtyard had been paved with a layer of plain pickaxes.

A few days ago, the courtyard was still a festive and lively red. This is just a blink of an eye, but it has changed dramatically.

Wen Changfeng was wearing a dark robe and was sitting alone in the main hall. But I haven't seen him for a few days, and the high-spirited and handsome Prime Minister of the First Rank at the time of the wedding, at this time, it seems that he has aged several years in an instant.

Wen Qingyu sneered in his heart, Wen Changfeng was probably ruthless in frustration.

Not only did he know that he had a big problem with his body, but he wanted to marry a beautiful girl, and his mother would come to rejoice for him, and maybe he could regain his strength. Where did you think that the bride would pass away within a few days?

This time, don't say that his hope of passing on the lineage has failed, but I am afraid that he will also have the reputation of a wife.

Since then, it has been basically impossible for Wen Changfeng to continue the string. It's no wonder he's not old!

Wen Changfeng had just picked up the teacup, and at a glance he saw Wen Qingyu's figure walking slowly.

Now that the sun is on the rise, the winter noon sun is rarely warm. Wen Qingyu, who is plain and white, has retreated from the freshness and brightness of the past, but to the beauty of the water hibiscus.

Wen Changfeng's eyelids jumped, and he suddenly felt that the beauty in front of him had a kind of nostalgia that he was very familiar with and yearned for.

Immediately, a trace of obsession and sadness flashed in his eyes, which he had never noticed.

As soon as Wen Qingyu raised his head, he happened to see the inexplicable sadness in Wen Changfeng's eyes, and he couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

"I worked hard for you last night."

The next moment, there was a whisper in Wen Changfeng's warm voice in his ears.

Wen Qingyu paused at his feet, and was very unaccustomed to Wen Changfeng's sudden fatherly feelings.

Wen Changfeng also seemed to suddenly realize his abnormality, and the warmth on his face disappeared instantly.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Wen Qingyu raised his eyebrows, such an unpleasant temperament, should it be Wen Changfeng's face.

"Now that Xiangye is back, this concubine will say goodbye first."

"What did the Ye family say last night?"

"It's just a formality, what do you think you can say?"

Wen Changfeng's voice paused: "When Old Madam Ye left, was she dissatisfied?" “

Wen Qingyu raised his eyes and swept across his face very quickly.

Let's just say that Wen Changfeng suddenly cared about the affairs of the Ye family, and he was worried about whether there would be twists and turns in his career for a long time.

"Xiangye just rest assured, Old Madam Ye was not dissatisfied when she left. However, if there were more minions like last night, there were more minions that didn't grow brains, and the concubine couldn't guarantee whether she would offend anyone. “

Wen Changfeng seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay." You handled last night's incident very well. ”

Wen Qingyu lowered his head slightly, hiding a trace of disdain in his eyes. At this time, is Wen Changfeng still holding his prime minister's shelf?

"You have a good relationship with Ye Qi?"

Wen Qingyu raised his head, somewhat puzzled in his eyes.

Why did Wen Changfeng suddenly ask about the matter between her and Ye Qi? Ye Qi's identity, Wen Changfeng should be impossible to know no matter what.

"Why did Xiangye say this?"

"If Ben Xiang is not mistaken, before Ye Qi and Ben Xiang got married, he should have lived in King Rong's Mansion for nearly a month."

"Oh." Wen Qingyu nodded: "Concubine Ben happened to be sick at the time, so she delayed her return home. Speaking of which, it's slow to treat her. ”

"...... you with her?" Wen Changfeng was a little cautious when he said this.

"Not very familiar."

"Yu'er." Wen Changfeng's eyes suddenly appeared a trace of tenderness again.

"Although Ye Qi is his father's stepfamily, his days are short. You and Yuan'er are sisters-in-law, Ye Qi's illness is still her poor health in the final analysis, and she really can't complain about Yuan'er. You can't get into trouble with your sister. ”

Wen Qingyu's eyes narrowed, and he finally understood what kind of medicine was sold in Wen Changfeng's gourd.

"Xiangye just rest assured, this concubine will naturally not forget what the identity of Shen Guifei is."

Her eyes were cold, Wen Changfeng was afraid that she would lose the dragon seed in her stomach because of Ye Qi's trouble with Wen Qingyuan.

Does he care about Wen Qingyuan's belly? After all, what he cares about is not his own frank career?

Wen Changfeng naturally felt the unkindness in Wen Qingyu's tone, and smiled dryly: "Yu'er has always been the most sensible. ”

Wen Qingyu secretly rolled her eyes, was Wen Changfeng praising her? With such a gentle smile on his face, he was afraid that if he said something like that, he would be even more disgusting than her.

"Xiangye can call this concubine Princess Rong in the future." She replied lightly, and the smile on Wen Changfeng's face immediately paused.

"Concubine Ben will go to see Mrs. Ye, and she will go back to King Rong's Mansion later."

After that, he didn't wait for Wen Changfeng to react, turned around and walked out of the hall.

Ye Qi's courtyard is completely different from yesterday, although Wen Changfeng doesn't have too much affection for Ye Qi, he still misses Shangshu Mansion in the end. Nowadays, the courtyard is not decently arranged.

The coffin in the middle of the mourning hall has been replaced with the red sandalwood sent by Mrs. Ye, and the courtyard is full of red sandalwood and elegant incense.

Several craftsmen are holding tools to nail the coffin.

"Wait." A clear drink interrupted the craftsman's movements.

Wen Qingyu's eyes flashed slightly, Ye Qi faked his death, and he always had to come out of the coffin. Now the coffin is set to death, but I am afraid that after a long time, the fake death will become a real death.

"Princess." A round-faced mother-in-law bowed respectfully to Wen Qingyu.

Wen Qingyu stared at it, this woman was a little raw, but she could see at a glance that she was mentally numerous: "Are you?" ”

"My mother-in-law's surname is Sun, and my old lady sent my mother-in-law to deliver the coffin early in the morning, and she stayed to help by the way."

Wen Qingyu knew that the old lady in her grandmother's mouth didn't think about him except for Mrs. Ye. Old Madam Ye was able to send her to the Prime Minister's Mansion to guard her, which shows that this mother-in-law should be Mrs. Ye's confidant.

"Last night was too hurried, and the concubine was only afraid that the old lady would want to come and see her granddaughter one day. So I thought, it's better to wait a few days before nailing the coffin. ”

Grandma Sun smiled slightly: "The princess just has to make up her mind." "There's nothing wrong with the politeness.

Yuqiao immediately walked towards Grandma Sun: "Mother Sun has also been here for a long time, why don't you go down with the slave maid to rest first?" ”

Grandma Sun glanced at the coffin that was not nailed, then looked at Wen Qingyu, and immediately lowered her head: "The old slave retired." ”

Wen Qingyu was very satisfied with Grandma Sun's interest, and waved his hand to send back the craftsmen who were waiting on the side and didn't know what to do. Only then did he slowly step forward and stand next to the coffin.

In the coffin of rosewood, a thick brocade quilt is spread, embroidered with five-colored flowers, which looks very lively.

Ye Qi lay on the thick brocade with his hands folded as he did yesterday. The gold forehead studded with pearls on his head cast a warm glow in the sun.

At this moment, the woman lying quietly in the coffin was also amazingly beautiful.

Wen Qingyu stretched out his hand to probe her pulse, but did not feel the slightest beat.

It is undeniable that the effect of Luo Yeji's fake death medicine is very realistic. Now Ye Qi's body is not only cold, but also very stiff to the touch, without the slightest elasticity of limbs. It's the same as a normal dead person.

"Did Luo Yeji explain when he transferred her out?"

Qiu Lu said in a low voice: "When King Rong left, he said that Ye Qi's affairs were all up to the young master's idea. ”

Wen Qingyu hooked his lips and smiled, Ye Qi was Luo Yeji's person, but he asked himself to make up his mind.

If it was in the past, she would definitely think that Luo Yeji was deliberately embarrassing her. But now, she knew that Luo Yeji trusted her wholeheartedly.

Because of trust, there was no command.

"Go and inform the Spirit Blade to find a death row prisoner who is about the same size as Ye Qi, and send it over after changing his appearance."

Not being able to build a museum is not a long-term thing after all, not to mention that there are people from the Ye family staring at it now. It's better to replace Ye Qi out earlier to save worry.

Qiu Lu nodded and immediately turned around to do it.

Wen Qingyu did not stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion any longer, and went back to King Rong's Mansion directly. Luo Yeji was really not in the mansion, so she returned to Lingyun Pavilion to continue working as a female worker.

Fei Pian stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion to take care of Ye Qi's affairs, and Qiu Lu went to make peace with the Spirit Blade. At this time, there was only one Yuqiao left in the Lingyun Pavilion.

"Miss, the jade lady asks to see you."

Wen Qingyu stopped what he was doing, only to find that the sky was already slightly dark. The rain buckwheat is gathering a lamp and coming over.

"Is Luo Nightmark back?"

"Nope."

"Bring the jade lady in, and tell the food."

Yuqiao agreed, turned around and let Yu Yueyin in, and went out to order the meal.

After Yu Yueyin entered the door, she did not rush inside, but stood on the mat at the door and waited for the cold air on her body to fall before slowly walking in.

Wen Qingyu looked at it coldly, and didn't say anything.

Although Yu Yueyin's identity is different from before, she has developed such a cautious temperament. Treat her with the same respect as you treat Yumingxi.

"You haven't eaten yet, come me for some."

Yuyueyin's eyes flashed, and she responded softly, "Okay." ”

Neither of them spoke, watching Yu Qiao lead people in and set up meals.

"Luo Yeji is not here today, you can also stay and eat with me."

Yuqiao did not shirk, and arranged two more pairs of dishes and chopsticks around him. first gave Wen Qingyu and Yu Yueyin a bowl of porridge each, and then sat down by himself.

Wen Qingyu took a sip of porridge, and then asked, "What's the matter with coming to me so late?" ”