The prince spared his life! The lady has been reborn to save you

The sun was high at noon, and Chu Yizhao could not feel a trace of warmth. She pulled her cloak tightly together, and the warm rabbit fur pressed against her cheeks, but it was of no use. Every pore in her body was cold.

“I don’t know where he is.”

Zhao Qu finished the last sentence.

Zhao Zhuo lost his father when he was young and depended on his widowed mother for support. When Zhao Zhuo was eight years old, his mother picked up a baby boy from the river. The baby was placed in a wooden basin and drifted to the bend of the river, so she named him Zhao Qu.

When Zhao Qu was ten years old, Zhao Zhuo followed a local wealthy businessman and left home, never to return. Zhao Qu thought he was dead.

It was not until eight years later that Zhao Qu joined the Dali Temple and met him in Shangjing City.

In the following years, the two brothers met only a few times, the most recent time being last spring, after which Zhao Zhuo disappeared without a trace again.

Zhao Qu didn't care about Zhao Zhuo's affairs. When he was young, Zhao Qu was introverted and Zhao Zhuo was also very quiet. When their mother went out to wash clothes for others, the two brothers would sit alone inside and outside the house until dark.

In addition, Zhao Zhuo left so decisively that his mother missed her son and became depressed. Within two years, she became seriously ill and could not be cured.

Zhao Qu felt resentful about his adoptive brother's behavior of abandoning his mother and running away. For the sake of his adoptive mother's face, he would help him a little, but he had no other feelings for him at all.

Chu Yizhao called Huaichun in and said, "Return the thirty taels of silver from Lord Zhao to him."

"No one else can repay what Zhao Zhuo owes me."

Huaichun took out a lotus-colored purse, took out three small gold ingots from it, and placed them on the table next to Zhao Qu.

Zhao Qu looked up at her, the woman looked straight ahead, cold and ruthless like a stone in the cold rain last night, as if the gentle words she had spoken a few days ago were just a dream. He was unhappy, and while someone was releasing the gold, he pulled the woman's sleeve with his hand, and Huaichun panicked and subconsciously opened his hand.

There was a sudden and loud "pop" sound in the quiet house.

The spring in love was petrified instantly.

"What's wrong?" Chu Yizhao asked.

Zhao Qu raised the corner of his lips and then pressed it down, hiding his hands in his sleeves expressionlessly, "There are bugs."

"Bug?" Chu Yizhao didn't believe it.

Where do the bugs come from in the dead of winter?

Zhao Qu stretched out his left hand, and a black beetle lay in his palm.

There really are bugs.

Chu Yizhao didn't ask any more questions.

Zhao Quti took his leave. Wei Xingli sat back in the armchair, rubbing the jade ring on his thumb with his index finger. His deep eyes seemed to see through everything. He smiled, "Black beetles eat flesh. Lord Zhao, be careful."

Zhao Qu bowed even lower.

After he left, Chu Yizhao suddenly asked, "Have you found Chu Yunyi?"

Lu Lin said it the day before, but she forgot.

Wei Xingli frowned slightly and answered irrelevantly, "Aming, you look very bad."

The bright red lips had lost all their color and turned misty white. The eyes were lifeless, as if the soul had been sucked away by a ghost.

Chu Yizhao said again, "I want to go see him."

She wanted to ask about Zhao Shuzhen's son.

A cool and soft touch was imprinted on her lips, and Wei Xingli stood up and stood in front of her without her knowing.

The man held the table with one hand and pinched Chu Yizhao's chin with the other, looking down at her. The tassel with golden beads hanging between them was dangling, swaying slightly.

He coaxed softly,

"Don't cry, I'll take you to see him."

cry?

Chu Yizhao touched his face and the warm water moistened his fingertips.

Before she knew it, she was in tears.

Drops of tears slid down her cheeks, hitting her collar and soaking the hibiscus flowers. Chu Yizhao felt that she was being hypocritical. She sobbed and defended herself to Wei Xingli, "I don't want to cry..."

"I drank too much tea..."

Wei Xingli laughed out loud, "Yes, I believe it."

He gently wiped away the water droplets on her cheeks with his fingertips, and it seemed as if they would never stop flowing away, and the more he wiped, the more there were.

He felt helpless and distressed, "Since I have decided to kill him, why should I be sad about the past anymore."

Chu Yizhao shook his head and said aggrievedly, "You don't understand."

"I understand." Wei Xingli didn't like to hear such words. He leaned over and kissed her lips with endless pity and tenderness, "I understand best."

Chu Yizhao pushed his shoulder and stopped him from kissing.

Wei Xingli was blocked and stared at her quietly, his eyes becoming increasingly darker. In the corner of his heart was hidden a filth that he could not tell anyone about, and could not wait until the next morning.

Chu Yizhao was so beautiful that among the girls of the same age in the imperial city, there were few who could be so stunningly beautiful.

She was as beautiful as a fairy and the moon, untainted by dust. Such a face was originally a flower in the clouds, which could easily make people respect her or be evil. But when she cried and shed tears, her face was stained with red and delicate, and her beauty and fragrance were overflowing, which made people excited and lustful. With a low moan, he wanted to rub and crush her.

Make her cry...break her...

Strong desire and paranoia float in the eyes.

Wei Xingli never put himself in a difficult position. He leaned over and pinched Chu Yizhao's chin. In the little girl's moist and misty eyes, he covered her delicate lips and rolled up her soft moans and soft flesh with his tongue.

The peeled lychees are slightly sweet and delicate, with plenty of juice, and they burst in your mouth.

"Um...Wei Xing..."

Chu Yizhao pushed the man in front of him.

She is crying and sad!

Animals!

...

"I do not want."

Huaichun crossed her hands and tucked them into her armpits.

Zhao Qu on the opposite side stretched out his hand, and the black beetle on his palm was replaced by three small gold ingots, which were the three that Huaichun returned to him.

"Then throw it away"

Zhao Qu threw it out cleanly, not giving Huaichun any chance to regret.

A golden light flashed, and three small gold ingots rolled into the grass and disappeared.

"You! What are you doing? That's gold!"

Huaichun pulled his hand out from under his armpit and hurried to look for it, but his arm was grabbed by someone. Zhao Qu said in a deep voice, "Since you don't want it, throw it away and destroy it. It has nothing to do with you."

He had good facial features, but because he had been dealing with criminal cases and prison law for many years, his handsome face was covered with a layer of cold haze, exuding a terrifying sense of oppression.

Huaichun's neck is slightly shrunk and her round eyes are timid.

Zhao Qu didn't expect that she would be so scared. He just spoke in a normal tone, but why did the girl act like a mouse seeing a cat?

He coughed twice and thought about what to say.

Qiaoyu in the yard suddenly shouted for help. Huaichun immediately broke free from Zhao Qu's hand, bent over and ran back, staggering faster than a rabbit.

Zhao Qu looked at the high wall, then at his empty hands, silently walked to the lawn, and picked up the ingot.

Wei Xingli lay back in the chair with a contented look on his face, his dark cloak half-dropped and draped over his shoulders, his wide sleeves spread over the back of the chair, with large patches of dark hibiscus patterns faintly visible.

The inner collar was disheveled, revealing a slender neck and thin collarbone. The affectionate peach blossom eyes were slightly narrowed, and the lust in the eyes had not yet faded, ambiguous and lazy. The thin lips were as red as blood, and even the fingertips exposed from the sleeves were faintly pink.

Chu Yizhao was tidying up his hair and clothes. After Wei Xingli interrupted him, the depression lingering in his chest dissipated and his mind became much clearer.

Before she could even smile, she saw the man looking angry, and her smile froze. If someone came in at this moment, she would not be able to explain herself even if she opened eight mouths.

"frivolous."

Wei Xingli smiled, rested his elbows on the back of the chair, raised his head and looked at her lazily, frivolously and dissolutely.

Chu Yizhao couldn't stand his gaze, her legs became weak as cotton, she hurriedly changed the subject, "Today I got help from the Empress Chen in the palace, is there anyone in your house who knows her preferences and understands the gift regulations in the palace? I want to give her a gift."

Wei Xingli sat up, his robe slipped from his shoulders and fell to his arms, revealing the collar of his white nightgown. He asked, "Help? Are you in danger in the palace?"

Chu Yizhao told him about the Yongchun Palace. Wei Xingli was not angry for a rare moment. He was silent for a long time, "Is there anyone normal in Quyang Marquis' Mansion..."

Chu Yizhao spread his hands, "In a sense, they are all normal."

"It's just that I have a bad heart."