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When she still wanted to reach out her hand, the back of her hand was prickly, like a needle prick, so frightened that Qing Qing dared not move.

"Idiot, you can't even do this little thing!"

Shen Yuexi saw Qingqing kneeling there, cowering and shrinking, said a little annoyed.

As he said that he was about to do it himself, Zhu Yi moved his fingers lightly, and as soon as the figure floated in the air, in Shen Yuexi's line of sight, only an afterimage could be seen.

Shen Yuexi's heart skipped a beat, but she still held back her cry, the sky was bright and bright, she must have been dazzled just now.

After taking a look, that Shen Yinwei was still kneeling there, looking sickly, short-lived, and wanted to compete with her for the season banquet, brother, he might as well have died early.

Shen Yuexi still wanted to take a step forward, but there seemed to be something on her shoulder, and she saw some clothes that did not belong to her out of the corner of her eye.

Different from the green lotus-colored skirt, this shirt was faintly stained with blood, and attached to her shoulders, it seemed that someone was whispering in her ear, a bone-piercing chill.

"Cyan Qing!" Her face was pale, her pupils dilated, and she stared straight ahead.

The person being called crawled out of the ground enduring the pain: "Your Royal Highness!"

"help me!"

The ice needle melted when it was inserted into the body, and there was no water stain, and the medicine inside had taken effect.

"Nan Xu, your death has nothing to do with me!"

"I didn't kill you!"

"Don't come to me!"

Shen Yuexi's stiff body suddenly collapsed to the ground, as if she had lost her mind, she shouted loudly in the yard.

"Fifth princess, what's wrong with you, fifth princess, don't be afraid!"

Bai Zhi knelt beside Zhu Yi: "Princess, is Nan Xu really here?"

Her eyes were red, eyes filled with tears, and the tip of her nose was red. Nan Xu and her sisters who entered the palace together, the two of them depended on each other, and they have long been like sisters!

Zhu Yi looked sideways at Shen Yuexi, his peripheral vision was full of cunning.

Shen Yuexi ran out of the cold palace like crazy.

Only then did Zhu Yi stand up from the ground in satisfaction, and his eyes met those on the roof tiles. In his hand was the white shirt that had frightened Shen Yuexi just now.

"Baizhi, go clean the room!"

A finger is entwined with thread, which is controlled by a puppet. This is an extremely thin silk thread in the south. The thread is tough and can kill people and make it invisible in the air.

Even emperors don't have much of this kind of silk thread, yet this princess in the cold palace actually uses it to play tricks.

It's a surprise.

Looking carefully, she was dressed in plain clothes, not as exquisite as the clothes of the girl next to her. Her palm-sized face was a little less immature, long-term malnourished, and her complexion was sallow.

But he looks pretty good, and he can still ask for it!
At this time, Zhu Yi also looked at the young man in front of him, dressed in a purple brocade robe, half leaning on the roof tiles.

His eyes are beautiful, with double phoenix eyebrows, stretching the end of the eyes, and the mountains and rivers between the eyebrows and eyes outline a beautiful painting.

Lying there casually, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, Zhu Yi recognized at a glance that this was the person from that night.

This man's kung fu was extremely high, and now that he couldn't tell whether he was an enemy or a friend, Zhu Yi thought about how to kill him in a second without knowing it.

Not fully sure in his heart, Zhu Yi's eyes showed a hint of calculation.

"You want me to die so much!"

Zhu Yi frowned slightly, and the boy jumped down from above.

"It's the first time I've seen my fiancé-in-law entrusted to another woman to take care of me. Shen Yinwei, you are very courageous!"

Sure enough, it was the person from that night: "Shen Yinwei, if you can't rely on the season banquet, why not rely on my little prince, the little prince will be your backer!"

He put the clothes and thread in Zhu Yi's hands which he had tidied up at some point.

A white fan was twirling in his hand, touching Zhu Yi's chin.

"How about it!"

"Not so good!" Little Prince?

There were only a few families in the capital that could be called the princes, and Zhu Yi quickly matched his identity.

The Song family has served the kings in the capital for several generations, and has always been a loyal general. Song Qingchen's grandfather, Old General Song, was even more brave and good at fighting when he was young, breaking the rumor that the Qiang Kingdom was invincible.

Going straight to the dragon's lair of the Qiang country, there has been no sign of rebellion in the past few decades of suppression, and his father has guarded the frontier for many years.

But the Song family didn't seem to have any special outstanding talents in Song Qingchen's generation, just like ordinary rich children.

She thought that the Song family would be in decline, but in fact she didn't think so, Shen Yinwei suddenly thought of a word, great achievements.

It seems that the Song family is also aware of this problem.

It is recorded in the original book that when the Qiang Kingdom raised troops, Song Qingchen was sent to the frontier. Because the rescue army was delayed, the young general died young.

Otherwise, the Qiang Kingdom would not have broken through the frontier and entered the capital so early.

A generation of monarchs, because they were afraid of their high achievements, would not hesitate to gamble the lives of thousands of people and soldiers, and even killed generals who desperately guarded the country for themselves. Such people are not worthy of sitting in high positions.

Song Qingchen didn't care, grabbed her wrist, and hugged her: "Your Highness, let the minister take good care of you today!"

This person's strength is definitely above hers. Even with the blessing of the system, she still has heart and strength.

They could only let him take them with them, and they came to a courtyard, Xiaoyao Building, and they were really happy.

"My lord!"

The people inside know his identity.

The two didn't go through the gate, but came in from the window. As soon as they were seated, someone knocked on the door!
Zhu Yi looked at the boy again.

With a fan in his hand, Song Qingchen tapped the table next to him lightly and then ignored it. There was something like a shell behind him. Song Qingchen just stretched out his hand and put it on his ear.

Following his example, Zhu Yi casually brought a shell beside him and put it by his ear.

There was no sound, Zhu Yi checked it repeatedly, but there was no switch.

Zhu Yi realized that he had been tricked when he saw the young man on the opposite side with a smile on his lips and the playful smile in his eyes.

Just as he was about to get angry, he saw a group of people push the door open. An old man stepped forward to serve the dishes without saying a word, and soon the table was full of dishes.

The rest of the people went out, only then did Zhu Yi realize that there were still two people in the room, standing beside them all the time!
Song Qingchen: "Say!"

"The guest in Room [-] upstairs was found by his wife when he went to the brothel yesterday. He was locked up in the kitchen overnight, and his back hurts from sleeping!"

"Room No. [-] next door, they said that the second princess will return to Beijing, and good things with you will be close!"

Zhu Yi took a sip of tea and glanced at the young man next to him, who calmly ate the plate of food.

"What's the rush, eat more, it won't look good!"

He naturally handed her the veil, and helped her wipe off the water stains at the corners of her mouth, with a smile in the corners of her eyes.

"Don't worry, it's all yours!"

Zhu Yi didn't like this sentence, but he was referring to dishes, or he had other intentions.

He took another shell casually, and saw the two of them holding the mouth and said slowly: "The Qiang Kingdom has been strengthening its forces for a few days, recruiting troops, and I don't know if there will be turmoil again. General Song is old, and his son can still Look, it seems that there are no generals in the grandson's life!"

"General, is Song Qingchen enjoying himself with fireworks and wine all day long, not to mention killing enemies in battle, it would be nice to be able to pick up a spear!"

"Don't talk about it, don't talk about it!"

When Zhu Yi heard this, he looked at the young man in front of him, as if they were discussing something other than him, and they didn't care about it at all.

If it's not that he really doesn't care, it's that he's covering it up too well!