"What is that bit of poison to the first son?" She sighed faintly: "Hey... What a negative person. ”

In the Yongyi Palace, Yao Lie was losing his temper. A handsome face was full of anger, and he raised his hand to sweep the tea cup on the table to the ground, shattering it to the ground. Shang Yang stood still and didn't move, he had never seen the prince make such a big fire.

None of the people sent to the valley returned, and when Shang Yang went in person, the bamboo courtyard in the valley had already been burned down, and it was impossible to know who lived in the bamboo courtyard, and whether the county lord of Zhaoning had appeared there.

"Keep investigating, if you can't find out, don't come back to see me!"

Shang Yang answered and silently exited the door. He doesn't end up with more headaches, and if he goes back and tells Fluttershy that he hasn't found her yet, he'll cry.

Yuanmo found another hot spring, although it was secluded, it didn't have the good scenery of the valley before, at least there were no carp for Zhaoli to catch.

"Rong Qing, why did we move here?" When she said "we", she had obviously grouped herself and Rong Qing together.

"No why." Yan Yunluo found him immediately, and must have known her. If he didn't change places, Yan Yunluo's temperament would definitely have to send someone again. It didn't hurt if he was alone, but now he had her by his side.

Zhao Li's residual poison has been cleared, but his body is still a little weak, and at this time he is half-lying on the soft collapse covered with fur, and Rong Qing is leaning on the couch by the window.

Under a closer look, the small courtyard where I live now is also very chic, quiet and elegant, and the previous bamboo courtyard is quite similar. The difference is that there are two rooms in this small courtyard, naturally Feng Zhaoli and Rong Qing. Rong Qing's room is on the right side, close to the courtyard gate, Feng Zhaoli is on the left, opposite is the kitchen and a shelf, on the shelf is climbing wisteria, and under the shelf is a wooden couch and a wooden table.

After dinner, Zhao Li fell asleep, and Rong Qing left a lamp for her and went back to his room to turn off the light.

As the night grew darker, the deep ink fell outside Rong Qing's window, making a subtle sound that ordinary people couldn't detect.

"Childe."

"Hmm." Rong Qing lay on the bed and answered with her eyes closed.

"Yesterday, King Yongyi's shadow guard went to Princess Yunluo's courtyard."

Is it so fast?

"Got it."

The Apocalypse royal family and the Yue royal family have never had any dealings, although there is often a little chaos at the junction of the two countries, but it is not enough to affect the diplomatic relations between the two countries, after all, the strength of the two countries is almost the same, and no one can get any benefit from the fight.

Rong Qing is a native of the Apocalypse Kingdom, and there are very few people who have seen him, and even if they do, they don't know that he is the master of Lethe Pavilion. And the only people who have seen him and know his identity are the emperor of the Apocalypse Kingdom and the two princesses. Now that the Yongyi King Latent Shadow Guard has gone to Yan Yunluo's other courtyard, he must have already known that he is the person who lives in the valley.

After Yuan Mo left, he returned to the Lethe Pavilion and dispatched a few of the Lethe Pavilion's secret guards to the area around the small courtyard. Except for the fifteenth night when the cold poison attacks on the fifteenth night, his son-in-law doesn't have to worry too much about other times, but now that the son-in-law has a powerless little lord by his side, it would be better to send a few more people to watch.

After a few days of recuperation, Zhao Li's spirit was better, and Rong Qing threw a book of internal strength and mental methods to her and asked her to memorize it. But this little county lord who didn't learn and didn't know how to read it, he took a nap when he touched the book, and finally Rong Qing had to guard her back.

"Rong Qing... It's so hard to memorize! Zhao Li lay on the table, looking at Rong Qing pitifully, hoping that he would see his pitiful appearance and stop letting himself endorse him.

"Back."

Helplessly, he grabbed the book and read a few lines perfunctorily, and began to feel sleepy again, and fell asleep on the table after a while.

Rong Qing is really helpless, this mental method is the most basic, and he can recite it backwards when he is three years old.

If he couldn't see it, he took a cloak and put it on her shoulder, and when he went out of the room, Yuanmo was already waiting in the courtyard.

Seeing him go out, Yuan Mo stepped forward and saluted with his fists: "Childe, King Yongyi's shadow guard is indeed going to inquire about Childe's news." ”

"What's the matter?" Rong Qing walked under the wisteria trellis and poured himself a cup of tea, picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Princess Yunluo's secret guard said that there is a fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman next to Gongzi."

I think that King Yongyi already knows that Zhaoli is here with him.

"Hmm." He put down his teacup.

"What are you going to do?" If Princess Yunluo and King Yongyi join forces, I'm afraid they will be able to find this place soon.

"Not how." If you can't hide, then you don't have to hide.

Yuan Mo responded, turned around and was about to leave when he was stopped again.

"Get a carp."

Yuanmo: "......"

Moving out of the valley still can't escape the fate of catching fish, Yuanmo feels helpless.

At noon, Zhaoli woke up and slept on the table with a sore back. When I got up, I smelled a familiar smell again, it was sweet and sour carp.

Rong Qing made sweet and sour carp for her again!

Happily ran to the kitchen: "Hmm... It smells so good! ”

Rong Qing ignored her, took a wooden shovel to shovel up the fish and put it in a saucer, and Zhao Li immediately reached out to peel a piece.

"Ouch! It's hot! With a little sweet and sour sauce on her fingertips, she stuck out her tongue and licked it, and smiled at Rong Qing with a crescent moon: "It's delicious!" Rong Qing, you are so amazing! ”

"Take it out." Rong Qing handed her the plate.

As soon as she turned around with the saucer, she secretly dipped her fingers in a little sauce and stuffed it into her mouth, and shook her head happily and went out.

Rong Qing smiled, but no one saw it.

Feng Zhaoli has been eating, sleeping, and eating for many days, and he seems to have gained weight in less than a month, and the clothes on his chest are a little tight.

"Rong Qing, I'm fat!" She stood beside the soft couch under the wisteria trellis, and Rong Qing lay on the couch.

"Hmm."

"The clothes are a little tight, especially here." She pointed to her chest.

Rong Qing was stunned for a moment, and then blushed behind her ears. He naturally knew why, but he didn't know how to tell her.

Seeing that Rong Qing ignored her, she looked at him with blank eyes, the atmosphere was a little awkward, Rong Qing got up and went back to the house. Leaving her alone, she wondered, muttering, "Why is this person so strange?" Always ignore people..."

That night, Yuanmo traveled twice, in order to give Zhaoli a dress. On the first trip, because Rong Qing felt that it was difficult to say clearly, the clothes were sold a little smaller. On the second trip, Yuanmo bought ten sets of several sizes, carried a large bag of clothes over the wall, and almost fell off the wall.

It is also extremely miserable to think that the leader of the secret guard of the Forgotten River Pavilion has been mixed up like this now. He was even seen by his men who were hiding in the woods, and every time they saw them since then, they held back a smile.

Since the last time Zhao Li memorized the book and fell asleep, Rong Qing had given up letting her practice martial arts. The lord of the Lechuan Pavilion personally taught her to practice martial arts, and she actually took a nap, and it was really rotten wood that could not be carved.

Yongyi Palace

Yao Lie was sitting in the pavilion drinking alone, and his red robe looked particularly eye-catching.

If Rong Qing is handsome and immortal, then Yao Lie is handsome and evil. One is as warm as jade, and the other is as hot as the sun.

"The first son, the lord of the Lechuan Pavilion." He drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp: "This king is looking forward to it." ”

"Lethe Pavilion has always been mysterious, and no one has ever seen the true face of the first son." Shang Yang stood next to him and replied respectfully.

"This king doesn't matter who he is, if he doesn't hand over the lord of Zhaoning, this king will definitely fight with him endlessly."

Shang Yang was silent, of course he knew that the prince of his family didn't like the county lord much, just because the county lord was more interesting than those ordinary official women, and his appearance and family background were second to none in the Yue country.

Yao Lie does things, and he never looks at whether he likes it or not, but only whether he is worthy or not.