The aroma of the roasted sweet potato made Qingjiujiu wake up completely, and found a bonfire that had been extinguished beside him.

The charcoal creaked.

Only to find out that it was already daylight.

Qing Jiujiu held the sweet potato in his hand, and he couldn't return the shirt on his body to him, so he said embarrassedly: "Your clothes, thank you." ”

Obviously, his body is not much better than her, but he actually slept in his clothes all night.

Shen Qu reached out to take it, and the clothes covered Qing Jiujiu's chest, so Shen Qu's hand reached over, and it inevitably passed over her chest.

Qingjiujiu's whole body leaned back, and his body was tense.

After all, he is a lonely man and a widow, and the relationship between Shen and Song Heyu is not clear, and this kind of contact can be avoided.

But I don't know if it's her illusion, she feels that the aura on Shen Qu's body is a lot colder.

Obviously, the face is still the same unsmiling face.

He put his clothes back on his body and raised his lips to one side: "It is rumored that Princess Cheng'an had a confidant in the past, and now it seems that your relationship with your son-in-law is indeed extraordinary." ”

Yes?

Do you want to get Zhou Tingyue right?

However, in recent days, there have been many rumors in Yanjing City that she and Zhou Tingyue have an unusual relationship.

With a mysterious identity, he can directly parachute into the emperor's concubine, saying that he has nothing to do with Qingjiu, and maybe no one outside will believe it.

Qingjiujiu didn't bother to explain, neither she nor Zhou Tingyue were people who were easily affected by external voices, so they just had to know if they knew anything.

But Shen did obviously hear too many rumors from the outside world.

What he said just now was not a question, it was just like a kind of ridicule.

There is nothing to say about the wine.

She got up and peeled off the sweet potato, revealing the sweet, red, soft flesh that reached the tip of her nose.

At dawn, I found that there was a vegetable field next to the bamboo forest, and sweet potatoes were planted in the vegetable field.

Presumably, Shen did dig it up from there.

Since there is a vegetable patch, it must not be far from a place where there are residents.

Qingjiujiu took a bite of the sweet potato, and the hangover made her brain a little uncomfortable, but the warm sweet potato was so comfortable that she wanted to sigh when she ate it into her stomach.

"Did Lord Shen take care of a drunk person before? This sweet potato is great for people who have drunk the night before. ”

But after asking, Qingjiujiu felt that he was simply superfluous to ask.

Song Heyu loves to drink so much, she is very drunk when she is drunk, Shen is indeed by her side, and she must take care of a lot.

Shen did not speak, but his eyes swept to her lips and froze.

Qingjiujiu: "What's wrong?" ”

A small piece of sweet potato meat is stained on the corner of Qingjiu's lips, with her red lips and snow-white face, just like a little white rabbit eating a carrot.

Shen Qu raised his hand, and when his fingertips were about to approach the corner of Qingjiu's lips, he stopped, as if he remembered something, he put his hand down: "The corner of your lips, wipe it with a handkerchief." ”

"Oh."

Qing Jiujiu went to find the handkerchief he gave yesterday, and his eyes swept over Ji Shiyan's palm.

I remembered the cold hands that covered my eyelids last night, and there were no calluses.

Looking at it now, Shen Qu's palms are indeed slender and clean, and there are no calluses all over the hands of people who are used to holding swords.

It is strange that a person with such high strength in force should have so cold hands and so clean.

They walked out of the bamboo forest and walked for a long time before walking back to the town.

At first, Qingjiujiu was gnawing sweet potatoes, but after eating, he really didn't know what to say, so most of the way was silent.

Only the rustle of the footsteps of the two men.

"That, you're really not from Qingyue?"

"It's not."

After answering, Shen did seem to want to say something, but opened his lips and closed them again.

seems to be a little evasive in his life experience, so he doesn't ask about wine.

She asked separately: "Did my son-in-law and your majesty know each other before?" ”

Qingjiujiu didn't mean to inquire at all, but she was idle and bored all the way, and she was a little curious about some of Zhou Tingyue's reactions last night, so she couldn't help asking.

Shen Qu lowered his eyes and glanced at her, but this time he simply didn't speak.

Qingjiujiu felt that this person was really cold at some moments.

She was helpless in the early morning of early spring.

But I felt that this person didn't seem to be very happy every time he mentioned Zhou Tingyue.

From the beginning when she met in the palace to the chance meeting yesterday for drinking, she didn't see how Shen did talk to Zhou Tingyue.

Should she guess correctly, Song Heyu and Zhou Tingyue did know each other, and because Song Heyu and Shen Qu obviously had an unusual relationship.

...... Old acquaintances, old enemies?

Qingjiujiu is like a Ru in a melon field, and he wants to eat melons very much.

But the key now is not Zhou Tingyue's emotional problems, but who sent the gang of people who came to assassinate her.

Entering the town, last night's mess has obviously been cleaned up.

When I returned to the inn where I stayed, I saw a red dress lying on the table from a distance, and the words muttered in his mouth could be heard clearly.

"Don't drink anymore, I won't drink again, I swear to God."

She had a white bandage wrapped around her left hand, as if she was injured.

After a while, Zhou Tingyue came out of the back kitchen and put a bowl of white porridge in front of her.

"Eat this?" Song Heyu raised his face: "Did you put sugar?" ”

Qingyue people have a sweet taste and like to put a little sugar on everything.

Zhou Tingyue looked at the figure of Qingjiujiu, greeted him, and left a sentence: "Do you like to eat or not." ”

Their people had already gathered at the inn.

The fight last night was so fierce that the two adults who took the lead were scared to death.

When they arrived with people, Qingjiujiu and his party had already lost their trace.

And chased all the way, only the Empress of Qingyue and Mrs. Zhou were recovered, and the whereabouts of Princess Cheng'an were unknown.

The emperor's biological mother, if something goes wrong in this line, they don't have to go back to Beijing with their heads.

Fortunately, I hope left and right, and I hope back.

Seeing that they were fine, Qingjiujiu was even more confused.

Could it be that last night's assassination was just aimed at her?

She had originally wondered if it was their trip that caused some people to be jealous, so she sent someone to assassinate her.

But if so, it is definitely not going to be just her.

Song Heyu was still unhappy: "How to drink white porridge!" Pickles are not at all! Qingjiujiu, who did you provoke? I was hurt trying to get rid of them, and where did you go that night? ”

She asked a bunch of questions, and sat down at the table: "Where does Your Majesty think their moves res?" ”

Song Heyu, who practices martial arts, must have studied martial arts moves.

She wondered if Song Heyu had seen anything famous.

Song He was annoyed: "All of them are rookies, and they can't resist my two moves, if it weren't for Zhou Tingyue, I wouldn't have been injured, and I would have hired them casually on the rivers and lakes." ”

Qingjiujiu and Zhou Tingyue glanced at each other.

Zhou Tingyue also brought her a bowl of porridge, with pickled dried fish with Jiangnan characteristics on it.

"Why does she have dried fish! Why! ”

The Empress became even more irritable.