"Joan of Arc." Yan Ran was stunned.

"This doll is a fake novice who has been dropped, and she is the centaur of Yuanqing Baylor in the 'Four Mansions'. When Qingyuan burned the Dharma King Sutra, even Yuanqing Baylor also burned it together, not only did she speak for her master, but she also tried her best to protect Qingyuan, is this like words? Ying Hui exaggerated shouted.

"Oh, burn it, burn it. People can't be resurrected after death, and if you don't get it by changing your sorrows, what's the noise? She chuckled and sat down.

This is another freak, Yan Ran suddenly understood Qingyuan's silent wisdom, arguing with this group of freaks is simply a waste of saliva.

"It's Yan'er, it's really a fast treasure. Look, with Qingyuan, she and Qingyuan, the task is easily and successfully completed. ”

"Oh?" Yanran's eyes lit up, she really liked Joan of Arc so much.

"But I'm curious. Since your true identity has been revealed, why didn't you go back to your master, but came back with Qingyuan? ”

"She doesn't even care that her master is burned to death on the spot, what's so strange about that." A glimpse of Ying E.

"Who said I didn't care!" She scolded hatefully: "If Qingyuan really killed my master, I will definitely want him to pay for his life, but ---" Her expression condensed into doubt, and she looked at Qingyuan uncertainly.

"But?"

"I have smelled Qingyuan's murderous aura towards my master, but I have not smelled the breath of the master's murder, I have been with the master for so many years, if something happens to him, I must feel it, but --- in the previous chaos, I didn't feel anything."

"Oh, that's amazing." Ei-e raised her eyebrows and hummed softly.

"It's true! I'm also struggling with this, and before the matter is clarified, no one is qualified to condemn Qingyuan! ”

"We're just assuming he's guilty, let's say, do you understand?" Qingjue reprimanded.

"Then why not assume he's innocent? This alone, I can see through your bottom, you are all prejudiced against Qingyuan, and you don't trust him! Yan Ran scolded back.

Ying Hui patted the table and got up, raising his arrogant chin high: "Qingyuan, have you ever taught people what is proportionate?" ”

"Of course."

"Then what kind of attitude and tone is she? What kind of person is she, she is too arrogant and rude to play with her temper! ”

"yes."

"What's going on with you today?" Ying Huihu doubted, "In the past, if someone was so presumptuous, you would definitely send someone to drag it down immediately to play the board, and you would never forgive the loan." Why is it that he is quietly drinking tea and eating snacks at this time, as if he is fine. ”

He elegantly tasted all kinds of delicate snacks with silver chopsticks, busy with his thoughts, and chewed with his eyes down.

"Look at all of you desperately rushing to sing the big play, the more you sing, the more energetic you become, of course I can only listen to the play obediently on the side."

"See? Even Qingyuan is too lazy to talk about it, you are arguing. Yan Ran learned from Ying's portrait and hummed back.

"Who the hell is this little bastard who dropped in? There must be some damn guy in this mansion who is Yuanqing Baylor's internal response, otherwise how could this kind of thing be so coincidentally mixed into the mansion! Ying Hui was annoyed and angry.

"It's not easy, Yan'er, even Yinghui, who has always confessed his good temper, has you off." Qingyuan wiped the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief.

"Obviously, his cultivation needs to be honed." Yanran nodded honestly.

"Who helped her get in, did you find someone?" Yinge shouted and looked, almost angry.

"Got it."

"Who?"

"Samadhi."

Qingyuan turned a blind eye to the dismay around him, smelling the Qingfen exuded by Fujian Wuyi tea.

"How could it be him?" Ying Hui couldn't be clearer that Samadhi was Qingyuan's personal attendant brought from the south when he was five years old when he went to Beijing. For 20 years, he has been taking care of Qingyuan like a father and a brother. "What about others now? Will you hand him over to the 'Four Spirits' for execution according to the rules? ”

"I don't know. When I got home, he was gone. ”

“？” Yan Ran glared and shouted, staring at his cold appearance. Qingyuan lied, when they returned to Cold Spring Garden, it was Qingyuan who blatantly sealed Samadhi in the secret room, how can he say that he is missing himself?

"I'm afraid I've absconded in fear of sin. Did you send someone to chase it? Ying Hui pondered.

"Sent."

"I hope your people will find him one step earlier than the 'Four Spirits', otherwise he will definitely be torn apart by the five horses and die an ugly death."

Qingyuan was silent, and coldly turned his gaze and squinted his eyes: "Are your chin loose, or do you want us to see the ivory in your dog's mouth?" ”

She closed her mouth in annoyance and glared at him. Why is Qingyuan so vicious to her?

"I still haven't gotten an answer." Joan of Arc smiled coquettishly, "Why did you bring Yan'er back again?" Ah, I'm not implying that I don't welcome Yan'er, but I'm afraid that when someone investigates, everyone will say inconsistent things and can't confess. ”

"That's right, Qingyuan?" Ei-e agreed.

He looked deeply at the crystal clear and translucent extreme glaze on the porcelain cup, as if he was in a daze.

"Hostages."

Everyone was stunned, pondering this meaning, and glanced at Yanran's catties from time to time. Does she have the value of being a hostage?

"What, why don't I understand?" Yanran asked.

"Young Master Qiqi Qingjue, the servants of the Yamen and the people from the Prince's Mansion came to the door and said--- I want to arrest Yilinggege." Listening to this report, everyone's expressions froze, but Qingyuan hooked the corners of his mouth.

"Yan'er, here comes your answer."

She blinked her eyes wide, too lazy to ask, anyway, the more she asked, the more she didn't understand.

When Xiao Shunzi and the messenger entered the Qingjue house, he was secretly shocked, and then stabilized his face and pointed out that the night thief in the palace of the prince of Jingjing last night was scolded back by the people who were playing cards around a table.

"Who put wild dogs in and barked? Get out! Qingjue complained impatiently.

"We've been playing cards here all night, and if there's one less person at the table, wouldn't we know?"

As soon as Xiao Shunzi saw that the person was Yinghui Baylor of Prince Luo's Mansion, he knew that something was wrong, and the helper invited by Qingyuan was not trivial.

Although the woman sitting with his back couldn't figure out her identity, she also knew that she was a number one person by looking at her figure and bearing.

"But the one who sneaked into our palace last night to steal is obviously Yilinggege, and everyone present has seen it!" Xiao Shunzi worked hard to hold on.

"When?" Qingyuan indifferently lost his cards.

"It's late this morning."

"Are there lights around?"

Xiao Shunzi was stunned, not understanding what this meant, "No, it's all destroyed." ”

"The people in your house are really good eyesight, in the dark night, there is not even a shadow of the sun, you can see people clearly without lighting the lights." Qingyuan turned to the side and smiled charmingly at him.

"This ---" damn it, he was abducted.

"If you don't like me in your house and want to deliberately find fault, even if you come, I'm waiting for you to come to the door, but please be smarter, and if you want to plant blame, please do it beautifully!" Qingyuan was suddenly angry.

Xiao Shunzi was intimidated by him and took two steps back, but still refused to be defeated.

"But we also said --- Lord Belle"

"How can a dead man speak." Qingyuan snorted softly.

"Presumptuous! When did our Lord Belle die? Xiao Shunzi yelled.

The person playing cards at the table and Yan Ran on the side were shocked, and it was confirmed from Qingyuan's meaningful sneer and Xiao Shunzi's shocked expression that Yuanqing Baylor was not dead at all.

"Father-in-law Shun, this ---" messenger doesn't know how to take people.

Xiao Shunzi's mind turned quickly, and he said with a whole expression: "The slave is not effective, and he misunderstands Yilinggege's innocence, please forgive me, and the slave will also go back to the house to ask the master for his guilt." Many worries, Wanggege is magnanimous and forgiving. ”

"If it's okay, please go back."

"Yes, then, I will also get back the Yan girl that Yuanqing Baylor temporarily sent here."

The heavy knocking sound of cards slammed suddenly, Qingyuan's face was no longer polite, and Yan Ran was also shocked, she understood that this moment would come sooner or later, but it was too fast, it was too fast.

"Come here, let's go home."

Qingyuan had long known that Yuan Qing would use Xiao Shunzi's mouth to play this card, but he didn't expect that Yan Ran would really hesitate to walk over.

"My master--- he came and told me to go back."

Qingyuan stared at the card with cold eyes, and listened to it as if it was deaf.

"I'm right, you really haven't lost my master." She smiled stubbornly, and her expectant little face never received any response from Qingyuan.

"Yan'er, do you really want to leave?" Joan of Arc asked urgently.

Yan Ran stared at Qingyuan with a slumped face.

He didn't speak, he didn't look at her, he didn't say anything. Is he nostalgic and doesn't feel anything? Perhaps he, like his master, thought that there was no need for her to put it on hold any longer. The mission that should be carried out, the conspiracy that should be exposed, is over, and there is no use in leaving her behind.

However, as long as Qingyuan speaks, I hope she stays---

Yan Ran looked at him with red pink cheeks longingly, and even others saw through what stupid idea she was playing, but Qingyuan focused on conditioning the cards, unaware of her explicit enthusiasm hints.

"Yan'er, you don't really want to leave here, do you?"

Yes, but it shouldn't be Qingjue who asks this question. She began to stare at Qingyuan with a little annoyance.

"Since you don't want to leave, why don't you stay?" Qingjue was also influenced by her and became bold. Qingyuan is not the only one who can take Yan Ran here.

"No way!" She shouted angrily at Qingyuan.

"Why?"

"I must obey my master's orders! He wants me to go back, and I have to go back! ”

"Then, do you remember your master's solemn explanation before sending you?"

Qingyuan's sudden faint sentence stunned Yan Ran.

She nodded sheepishly.

"What did he say?"

"It means that I will study hard by your side, assist you in your mission, and be ready to sacrifice at any time---"

"That's right."

"What?"

"The time has come for you to sacrifice."

Suddenly, Qingyuan spilled the entire pot of Wuyi tea on Yan Ran's body, wetting her head and face, and even the servants near her were affected, and her whole body was full of fragrance.

"Qingyuan, what are you doing here?" Qingjue angrily walked around Yanran, but before she could get closer, Yanran fell to the ground with a bang.

"Yan'er?" Joan of Arc rose in panic, and chaos erupted in the room.

"What's going on, what's she doing?" Looking at Yan Ran's stiff and dead appearance with her big eyes, Ying Hui's face was even whiter than her.

"Yan girl!" Xiao Shunzi rushed forward to help her up, and found that she was unusually cold, so she immediately probed her nose and touched her wrist--- but there was no pulse!

"What the hell is going on here?" Xiao Shunzi screamed.

"Oh?" Qingyuan smiled gloomily. "What's the kill?"

"There's something wrong with your pot of tea!"

"This is strange, if there is a problem with the tea, why are the other people who have been splashed okay, but she is the only one?" He deliberately picked up the remaining herbal tea in the cup and drank it leisurely.

"It's really out of gas." An incarcer crouched beside Yan Ran and stroked her neck. "This --- Sudden Death ---"

"It's called a violent death." Qingyuan bent his evil smiling eyes.

"Nonsense, this is impossible!" Xiao Shunzi frantically pushed away the errand and helped Yanran up, "She was fine just now, how can she --- all of a sudden?"

"Dog minion, is it true that only your master can play tricks on the doppelganger, and the others won't play other tricks?"

Doppelganger? Everyone was surprised, Yuanqing Baylor used this method to escape being burned?