Ling Siqing smiled at those servants, and several handmaidens also bowed slightly and saluted back, and couldn't help but praise in their hearts, what a delicate and transparent handmaid! I don't know how many times stronger than Qingzhu, but she seems to prefer Qingzhu like that!

Thinking of Qingzhu, Ling Siqing was inexplicably helpless for a while, and she didn't know what happened to the girl who hadn't seen her for two days?

At this moment, the left prime minister's house.

Ling Zhi stared at Qingzhu kneeling on the ground with an angry face, the white porcelain cup in his hand trembled slightly, and he didn't even pay attention to the tea splashing and dripping into his hand, he only stared at Qingzhu fiercely, his eyes were like bloodthirsty wolves, and he threw the white porcelain cup out of his hand and smashed it heavily on Qingzhu's forehead, instantly dripping with blood.

Qingzhu's swollen eyes were obviously crying, but at the moment his body was trembling, enduring the pain, and silent.

Ling Zhi swept around to look at the lively people, his eyes sank, if it weren't for Ling Siyi's letter, he didn't know that the usually forgotten third daughter of Lu Dao had the audacity to break into the prince's mansion, and almost because of arson, she took herself in, and caused her to fail to spend candles in the cave room with His Royal Highness the prince, and now she is missing.

Thinking about it even more angrily, he said angrily: "This cheap maid is not good for waiting for the young lady, and the cane will be punished fifty." ”

The servant quickly took the family method, Qingzhu was terrified, tears were falling, and his body was trembling non-stop, but he didn't know how to exonerate himself, after all, Ling Siqing was not in the Zuo Prime Minister's Mansion, and the old man didn't want to see Miss in the first place, even if Miss was estimating at this time, it would not be useful!

"If you don't hurry up, fifty rods, you can't miss a while." Ling Zhi said coldly.

The servant's hand trembled, and he looked at Qingzhu who kept begging for mercy in horror, although he felt that she was very pitiful, but he did not dare to disobey the master's order, and with ruthless strength, he waved the rattan.

Qingzhu's body trembled, only to feel a hot pain in his back, and slowly a moist liquid flowed down.

It hurts, but fortunately, it's not the young lady who hits.

Qingzhu thought faintly, only to hear once, twice, three times to the back of the sound echoed in the dead hall, and at the same time branded red and cruel marks on her weak heart.

Ling Siqing was sandwiched with a green bamboo shoot, which was Qingzhu's favorite food, and later she gradually fell in love with the taste.

I don't know why, she actually felt a pain in her heart, and she was a little restless for a while, and the green bamboo shoots also slipped off the bamboo chopsticks and rolled straight off the table......

What's going on, why is it so uneasy?

Ling Siqing didn't wait for a few maids to step forward, and wanted to bend down to pick it up, but the palm of his hand was slid by an extremely sharp porcelain piece, although it was only a very light one, it was a deep wound......

The maidservant wanted to come forward to bandage her, but she turned around and dodged away, "No need." Her voice was low, a little tired.

Ling Siqing was a distinguished guest, but the maidservant was just a subordinate, seeing that she didn't want to say anything, she just quietly cleaned up, sent water, medicine and gauze and retreated, and the room was so quiet that only her restless footsteps remained.

In the pavilion, Qiao Muyu looked at Qiao Mufeng who was walking away, and his bewitching eyes were full of coldness.

Qiao Muxuan was grounded by the emperor for three months, and his fourth brother also began to do it, what he didn't expect was that this Su Wanwan was actually his move, it turned out that he knew Qiao Muxuan so well, and he knew that it was just a pretense for him to linger in the Yanyu Building all day long.

Hehe, if he is not romantic, how can the current prince be in that position!

Qiao Muyu stood in the pavilion for a while, the loose hem of his unbelted clothes swayed slowly with the breeze, with a shallow smile on the corner of his mouth, his expression was extraordinarily serene, and the evening breeze blew, stirring his jet-black hair, and the whole person had a soft and charming feeling.

The old butler hurried from afar, but when he saw him, he panted and spoke incoherently, and only said, "Xiangyu Pavilion ......"

Qiao Muyu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and he subconsciously thought that the woman had escaped without permission!

The mountain rain was about to come, but he heard the old housekeeper pause, and said in a tight voice: "Your Highness, the child's hand is scratched......"

At this time, it was getting late, the sky seemed to have turned into a gray color, the Six Princes' Mansion was not small, it would take a while to walk from the pavilion to the Xiangyu Pavilion, Qiao Muyu had not yet arrived, but he saw the guards come to report that the side room was on fire for no reason.

After a pause, his eyes sank, and he ordered someone to extinguish the fire, and his steps rushed to Xiangyu Pavilion faster.

When several maidservants saw Qiao Muyu, they had already knelt down before they bowed down.

Qiao Muyu had already vaguely felt bad when the guards reported the fire, and saw the maid kneeling on the ground, the door was slightly open, and a cold wind poured in, a little cool, and a torn curtain on the bed railing was bundled, hanging leisurely at the window on the second floor, faintly stained with blood, which was a little shocking.

It's a Ling Siqing, and when he was injured, he still wanted to escape! If you can escape, the monk can't escape the temple, this truth, I don't know if you understand it or not!

"Get out!" The voice was extremely cold, swept away enchanting and gentle, and the image was subverted instantly, he let those servants all roll down, and the old manager knew that this was a precursor to Qiao Muyu's anger, although he rarely got angry, it didn't mean that there was no anger.

This time, is it for that little boy?

The room was empty, only Qiao Muyu was left, and even the air was dead silent.

Qiao Muyu's clenched fist slowly loosened, looking at the curtain hanging on the second floor and fluttering in the wind, his frowning brows suddenly loosened, isn't there a third way? He originally wanted to invite her to join him on the occasion of spring hunting, as short as three or five days, as long as seven or eight days, but now it can't be short!

Ling Siqing, who left the Six Princes' Mansion, trotted all the way, unable to estimate the consequences of fleeing at all.

The silk bamboo garden was very quiet, and I didn't see Qingzhu's girl waiting in the bamboo forest, I couldn't help but be a little strange, but with a trace of weird vigilance, I slowly bypassed the courtyard gate, but I saw a few shadows and hurriedly left.

What are those people who can't see what to do here?

Ling Siqing was slightly panting because of the running just now, but she still ran eagerly to the room, and was shocked to see that the wooden door of the hall was open, but the next moment what caught her eyes was the sad and tragic situation that she regretted all her life......

Green bamboo, green bamboo......

She whispered, for fear of alarming someone who was sleeping.

Qingzhu was lying on a pool of blood so dying, his face was covered by long hair, carefully brushed away, revealing a miserable white face, his eyes were not stagnant, looking at the large scarlet place on his back, his clothes and skin were close together, and the blood was dripping, and it was actually skin and flesh.

Ling Siqing subconsciously sprinkled the gold sore medicine she had scooped up on the wound, as if something blurred her vision, and her mind was clouded, hoping that she could stop the blood that was gradually flowing......