Miss Zhu cried for a long time, wiped her face indiscriminately, and showed her red eyes: "I'm sorry—"

She didn't know what she was sorry for, she just looked at the calm eyebrows and eyes of the girl in front of her, and she had no reason to look forward to it.

"Miss Zhu, I have to think about how to do your business to be safe, can you wait patiently?" Xin Yu persuaded like this, and suddenly thought of He Qingxiao again.

He was in the same mood when he advised her to be patient and not to take revenge with her life, right?

Miss Zhu lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time, then nodded slightly.

Xin Yu instructed Xiaolian to take Miss Zhu to the wing room to rest, and sent a stone to the Fusi Yamen in Beizhen to deliver a letter to He Qingxiao.

Today, newspapers delivering good news can be seen everywhere on the streets, beating gongs and drums, and it is very lively. The stone happened to meet a team, and he looked at it with curiosity, and did not dare to delay the delivery of the letter.

He Qingxiao received the letter and rode to Qingsong Bookstore.

"Lord He, the owner invites you to go to the East Courtyard to speak." When Liu Zhou saw He Qingxiao enter the door, he greeted him and whispered.

He Qingxiao knew that Xin Yu must have something important to find him at this time, so he strode to the East Courtyard.

Xin Yu was waiting under the big tree in the courtyard.

The sunlight shines through the lush branches and leaves, casting dappled light and shadow on the stone table and stone chairs, and also gilding the girl's hair and clothes with a layer of shallow broken light, a picture of quiet years.

He Qingxiao stopped unconsciously, his eyes were a little sore and swollen by the gradually warming sun.

Xin Yu got up to greet him, and greeted him familiarly: "Lord He."

He Qingxiao broke free from the sudden emotion and regained her restraint: "Miss Kou is looking for me, what's the matter?"

Xin Yu invited He Qingxiao to sit on the stone chair under the tree, and then asked, "Did the person sent to Dingbei by Lord He reply to the letter?"

Dingbei is not too far from the capital, and it will be enough to send the message quickly.

"Got a reply." He Qingxiao's expression was a little strange, "The letter said that the people in Pingcheng praised King Qing for their disaster relief envoys and were grateful."

Pingcheng is the capital city of Dingbei and the center of the entire Dingbei.

For this result, He Qingxiao was surprised, and then he was surprised.

As mentioned earlier, the provinces of Great Xia, Dingbei is close to the capital, and if the victims of Pingcheng are not properly resettled, the news can easily spread to the capital. As long as King Qing and the others are not dizzy, they will always make a show in Pingcheng.

"They will investigate the area of Beiquan County to verify whether what the young man said is true......" He Qingxiao said about the follow-up arrangements.

Originally, he didn't want to say much about these things, which was also related to the characteristics of Beizhen Fusi, but that day she was bent on dying, which really scared him.

"Lord He, let your men go down and check Taiping Town."

He Qingxiao blurted out to Xin Yu that there was a town in Dingbei that he was a little surprised, and then realized that Miss Kou called him here today may have something to do with this Taiping Town.

Xin Yu didn't let him be confused for too long, and talked about Miss Zhu: "King Qing is here again today, and a girl wants to assassinate him, but I stopped her before she can do it......

He Qingxiao listened quietly, and his eyebrows were dyed with anger.

The slaughter of a town of people is not enough to describe it as frenzied.

"Lord He, now in addition to the young man who claims to be the son of the master book, there is another Miss Zhu, how can I do it next?"

Although Xin Yu invited He Qingxiao to discuss, she had no intention of letting Miss Zhu meet He Qingxiao.

Miss Zhu wants to take King Qing's life, she also wants to take King Qing's life, and Lord He is an outsider. Lower his presence and be kind to him after all.

"Let's put Miss Zhu in a place other than the bookstore first, and then wait for my men to check Taiping Town."

Xin Yu nodded in response.

Before leaving, He Qingxiao couldn't help but ask, "King Qing came to the bookstore today, didn't he embarrass Miss Kou?"

"No, I dealt with it with a few words."

"That's good, before the matter of Dingbei is moved, Miss Kou will try to avoid King Qing as much as possible."

After that, Xin Yu placed Miss Zhu in a private house not far from the bookstore, and He Qingxiao sent someone to guard quietly

so as not to have any accidents.

In the afternoon, Xin Yu was ready to rest, and someone from Shaoqing's Mansion came.

Duan Yunchen was on the list, and asked her to go back to her house.

Mr. Songling entered the sight of the Heavenly Family, and Xin Yu needed Kou Qingqing's identity to cover up even more at the moment, so he didn't make an excuse to refuse, and took Xiaolian back to Shaoqing's Mansion.

Taking into account Gu Changbo's death, Shaoqing's Mansion did not celebrate with lanterns, but the joy of the people in the mansion could not be hidden.

The old lady had been hit and sick for a few days, but now she was also in good spirits, and listened to Daoxi's words with a smile, and the reward went down like flowing water.

Among the grandchildren, Xin Yu only saw Duan Yunling and Duan Yunyan.

"Your eldest cousin and his peers have not come back from the street celebration yet, and your second cousin has no leave in the country." At the mention of the two grandchildren, the old lady smiled, and when Duan Yunhua was mentioned, her face faded, "Your second cousin is infected with the wind and cold, so you have to rest well."

Xin Yu noticed that the old lady's attitude towards her had improved.

After the Empress Dowager Chaohe spoke about her relatives on New Year's Day, she could feel the coldness of the old lady.

Xin Yu's feeling is not wrong, the old lady has indeed paid attention to this granddaughter again.

After the hope of becoming a family was disappointed, the old lady felt uncomfortable when she thought of the 600,000 property that her granddaughter wanted to leave, and she didn't like Xinyu. But as soon as Gu Changbo died, the future of the second granddaughter was unpredictable, and even the Shaoqing Mansion could be affected.

Duan Yunchen is on the list, and his ranking is actually not high, outside the two hundred, but at his age, he can be considered excellent.

Xin Yu congratulated a few words, and the old lady was full of smiles when she heard it, and for a while she showed a little affection for her ancestors and grandchildren.

said that it was to celebrate Duan Yunchen, and Duan Yunchen came back after eating wine with his high school classmates.

Xin Yu offered to go back to the bookstore, and Duan Yunchen took the initiative to take the errand for her. net

"Don't bother Big Cousin."

Duan Yunchen insisted, "Cousin Qing is here to celebrate my return, and now that it's getting late, I should send you back."

The old lady was happy to ease the relationship between the two, and said, "Just let your eldest cousin send it." He won't be busy studying all day in the future, he will have time."

The apricot list is famous, and then the palace exam is a sure thing, Duan Yunchen is considered to have finished his hard work and is about to enter the official career.

Xin Yu didn't refuse.

Thousands of homes have been lit up, and people are still coming and going on the streets.

Qingsong Bookstore arrived, Xin Yu got out of the car, and nodded lightly at Duan Yunchen: "I'm here, big cousin go back."

Duan Yunchen had a little sense of alcohol, and the night with a hazy expression seemed to have strengthened his courage, looking at the girl with a cold expression, and saying the words that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time.

"Cousin Qing, I think you've changed a lot." He paused for a moment and said slowly, "It's like a different person."

Xiaolian, who was following Xin Yu, was breathless.