In the end, it is his own person, Chitose Ye looked at his appearance of being pierced through his stomach and dying soon, and finally said compassionately: "Guiyuan, don't act, I will reward you for the piece of Babaoyu you like."

Sure enough, the little father-in-law, who was still struggling a second ago, quickly stood up, knelt on the ground neatly, and said happily: "The slave thanks the prince for his reward." However, the minions are not all acting, this Ji girl's cooking skills are indeed ......".

The little father-in-law didn't say the adjective, but rushed back to the green bamboo and vomited again.

Ji Qiao: ......

Ji Chi looked at the atmosphere here, and estimated that King Duan was probably going to send himself down.

Alas, Ji Chi sighed faintly in his heart, thinking that he might as well ask King Duan for a favor at this time, so that his daughter could send a change of clothes in during his detention.

As soon as he opened half of his mouth, he heard Chitose Ye say slowly: "I'll help you find the sacrificial mountain stone, you owe me a favor, use Ji Qiao to pay it back."

What's that?

Ji Chi thought that he had heard it wrong, he never dreamed that today's trip would be like this, and his mouth froze without opening his mouth.

More shocked than him, there was no one more than Ji Qiao.

Ever since she saw this Chitose Master, she has been in a state of anxiety, just worried that he will recognize her.

But looking at this master's posture, it didn't look like it, and the young man didn't even look at her squarely, nor did he test anything.

So what exactly does he mean?

In contrast, Ji Chi's idea is much simpler than hers.

Because he asked directly: "Does the 'use' that the prince said refer to the outer room or the inner room?"

It's okay to be a calling girl outside, but if it'......

"The inner room?" Si Xiaoqiansui looked Ji Qiao up and down, and shook his head decisively: "No."

That slightly disgusted look reminded Ji Qiao of a passage he saw in the notebook a few days ago: If a man and a woman are in the same room, no matter what happens or not, it is a shameful thing for a woman. The former is shame, and the latter is shame.

She's right now: That's how it feels.

"Thank you for your grace." Ji Chi's face was full of joy and thanks.

Si Yiran nodded, got up slowly, and threw down a sentence, "I'm hungry, so I won't leave you to eat." And he went straight away.

The little father-in-law also hurriedly caught up.

Ji Qiao looked at the back and fell into deep thought, no wonder she never thought that the person last night would be Duanwang, because he called himself "me" from beginning to end instead of "this king".

The bamboo forest under the breeze was still a little hot, she stood in it and looked at the green shade of the bamboo sea, and said to Ji Chi very solemnly: "Dad, return to me the silver that rented the coffin last time."

I've never seen a girl sell so happily.

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Licheng was under martial law, the royal guards blocked the entire city, and the remote town that was not very prosperous became everyone's danger for a while.

The county commander Zhang Qingxian was so frightened that he didn't have time to wear the court clothes, so he asked people everywhere to ask what was wrong. However, there was no news in the palace, only that Chitose had given an order to block the city gate and not allow anyone to go out, and everyone in Licheng was in danger.

However, for three whole days, there were no officers and soldiers arresting people on the streets, posting notices, and the atmosphere in the whole city was so tense that people couldn't figure it out.

Ji Chi sat in the middle of the house, also a little restless. He had always thought that the sacrificial mountain stone spirit was lost in the post house.

The last time he was in the bamboo forest, he and Chitose also described the process of loss in detail, even if you want to check, you should start from the inside of the post house. I really can't figure out why King Duan wants to make such a big splash and alarm the whole city.

Ji Qiao, who was sitting in another room, was not idle, snorting melon seeds while sharpening her big knife at the bottom of the box.

For three days, she hadn't even touched a single brick on the periphery of the palace.

Lingkun Hall seems to have been under martial law overnight, and the officers and soldiers have surrounded the entire wall, and it is extremely difficult to enter.

Did he notice something?