Is the prince jealous today?

Qi Jian was leaning on the soft pillow, covered with a thin brocade quilt, and holding a stove in his hand. He moved his wrist, trying to quietly put down the stove.

Liu Yi found out his intention, forced the hand stove back into his hand, sat down again, and continued to bow her head and pretend to be dead.

When he was acting just now, Liu Yi's repressed bastard voice still echoed in his ears, and Qi Jian felt that there were water droplets remaining on his face.

Touching his cheek, Qi Jian raised his eyebrows and looked at Liu Yi, seeing that his eyes were red.

How could it scare people like this?He raised his eyebrows, in distress, but also with some untimely joy.Tilting her head to think for a while, Qi Jian stretched out her slender index finger and poked Liu Yi's waist.

Liu Yi glanced at him sideways, moved away, and quietly pouted towards the curtain.

In the Nuan Pavilion, voices could be heard from time to time, Liu Yi listened for a while, then turned her head to look at Qi Jian.

Qi Jian also stared back at him, the blush in the corners of Liu Yi's eyes hadn't faded yet, and the tip of his nose was also a little red, but his eyes were sharp and angry, the more Qi Jian looked at him, the more he felt that he had just been wronged by the sky and had nothing to say little leopard.

Heartbroken, Qi Jian took advantage of the unpreparedness and licked the round earlobe of the little leopard.

"You." Liu Yi glared up, stood for a few seconds, then sat down on the couch dejectedly, "Are you all right? Is there anything you feel uncomfortable about?"

"You'll be fine after the needles are applied." Qi Jian pointed to the row of silver needles on her leg, curled her mouth, said what he thought of, and stretched out her hand into Liu Yi's arms.

This is Yuqian, and there is still a needle inserted in this leg, just touch it if you say it?Liu Yi was startled, and subconsciously raised her hand to block it, but she didn't dare to use force because Qi Jian had just vomited blood.

Taking advantage of his hesitation, Qi Jian put her hand into Liu Yi's arms, groped for a moment, and took out something from his arms.

Looking at the book flipped in her hand, Qi Jian's expression was very delicate: "I punish you to read it, but you really wear it next to your body? Huh?"

When he was acting just now, he felt that there was something hidden in Liu Yi's arms, and he didn't forget to bring it when he entered the palace, so what could be the important thing?There was nothing else going on at the moment, so he planned to take a look, but no matter how hard he guessed, Liu Yi brought this "Chu Ci" into the palace with him.

"No, I..." Liu Yi sighed weakly, seeing the smug look in Qi Jian's eyes, and gave up her defense.

Qi Jian raised her eyebrows, and opened the book: "Since you like it so much, why don't you tell me, what new thoughts do you have these two days?"

Liu Yi: ...The explanation is not intentional now, is there still time?

"Like this sentence?" Qi Jian's voice sank.

Under his fingertips, there is a line drawn by Liu Yi himself under the words Qingyun Yixibai Nishang, Bai Nishang.

Looking at that horizontal line, Liu Yi's ears turned redder.

Shy?White clothes?Bright eyes and white teeth fluttering in white clothes?After this round of thinking, Qi Jian's face became more and more gloomy, but he didn't ask any more questions because he was still in the palace.

Seeing that his expression was not right, Liu Yi quickly reached out to touch his forehead, her worry was palpable: "It's very uncomfortable? Doesn't seem like you have a fever?"

Qi Jian shook her head, remained silent for a while, and finally leaned over Liu Yi's shoulder, pointed at the word Bai Nishang, and lowered her voice.

"Wait a while, they will fetch the things in the secret compartment, and then bring the spy to face to face, don't say anything, don't do anything, just watch."

After finishing this long series of words, Qi Jian squinted her eyes, bit Liu Yihong's earlobe, and said in a breathy voice: "I am here."

Inside the warm pavilion, the old eunuch leaned over the emperor's ear, whispering something.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly: "They are outside, how dare they do this?"

The old eunuch's voice was even softer: "I didn't do anything too extreme, it's just that the two of them were tired of lying on the soft couch, reading "Chu Ci"."

The warm cabinet was discussing important matters, and the two of them actually got bored together by giving needles, reading "Chu Ci" stickily?

"Chu Ci" is not "Book of Songs", what's so boring?However, there are people who can recite frontier poems in a boudoir tone, and read "Chu Ci" crookedly, it seems that it is not so difficult to understand?He really deserves to be the son of King Qi, the emperor lowered his tiger eyes with a sad expression.

However, this sadness was fleeting, and after a while, he squinted his eyes and gave some instructions to the old eunuch. Not long after, the old eunuch brought in a stack of yellowed paper from outside the Nuan Pavilion.

On each piece of paper, there are two kinds of handwriting. Those written on it are neat and simple handwriting, and the content is quite normal.

As for the ones below, looking at the rows of words on the paper that were said to be poems but not poems, and words that were not like words, the emperor frowned, and couldn't read it after a few pages.

After receiving the order, the old eunuch put away the pages one by one, glanced at the words on it inadvertently, and couldn't help but click his tongue secretly.

The concubine who is versatile in both civil and military affairs is indeed different. The letters he writes are so bold and unrestrained, such as kisses and love, things that others are embarrassed to say, but he writes them on paper as a reply letter, and sends them back after thousands of miles. In the capital city, it really is a boy born of a hero.

"This paper?" The emperor suddenly said when the old eunuch was about to send the paper away.

The old eunuch understood: "If you go back to the emperor, this paper is indeed produced in Beijing. Judging by the color of the paper, it also matches the time. Some are new and some are old. The oldest one is about five years old."

So these letters were indeed sent by Qi Jian to Xishu, and after Liu Yi wrote a reply, the spies brought them back to the capital?

But this can only show that Qi Jian did arrange spies, but it cannot be said that the person caught this time is his spies, and everything will not be known until the spies bring them face to face.

The emperor glanced at the yellowed letters again: "Where's the person?"

"It's on the way, the servant will go to remind you again." The old eunuch walked out of the curtain holding the letter paper, thought for a while, and held the letter in front of Qi Jian.

"My lord, do you think these letters should be sent back to your mansion first by the servants, or should you wait and take them back when you return to the mansion?"

Qi Jian leaned on Liu Yi, pointing to the case: "I don't know when I will be able to go back to my home, but I am hungry after vomiting blood and administering needles."

"Everyone is on the way, think about it soon." The old eunuch smiled and put the paper on the case, and asked very politely: "What do you want to eat, first?"

"Osmanthus cake." Qi Jian finished speaking casually, and warned, "Hurry up, don't delay the entrance time, it will go bad after a long time."

"Don't worry, my son." The old eunuch retreated after finishing speaking, and returned to the house not long after, holding a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in his hand, and nodded meaningfully at Qi Jian: "My son, it's done."

Liu Yi looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in Qi Jian's hand, and then at the yellowed paper on the table. Her chest was like a ball of soaked cotton, which couldn't go up or down, it was uncomfortable.

"Let's eat." Qi Jian handed the plate of osmanthus cake forward, looking a little disgusted.

Liu Yi endured the tightness in her chest, picked up a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and slowly put it into her mouth.After only two bites, he couldn't eat anymore, and even began to wonder if the imperial dining room misplaced salt as sugar, otherwise, how could the sweet-scented osmanthus cake have a bitter taste?

Qi Jian saw that he looked strange and his expression changed slightly, so he took a small piece with his hand, chewed it a few times and swallowed it into his stomach.

Sweet and greasy, no strange smell, sure enough, I thought too much, poisoning in the palace, I guess those people don't have the courage, and there is no need for it.

Seeing Qi Jian swallowing the sweet-scented osmanthus cake with difficulty, Liu Yi was stunned, and quickly poured him a cup of tea: "I ask you..."

Qi Jian lazily leaned on Liu Yi's body, took his hand, and slowly drank the tea, licking the corner of her mouth, "Huh?"

Liu Yi shook her head and didn't speak any more.

Those yellowing papers were accumulated by Qi Jian year after year, Liu Yi didn't figure it out until just now.

Why did you mention the flying flower order inexplicably, why there are so many yellowed papers, and why do you have to stare at yourself and write the entire page stroke by stroke?

In the past five years, what kind of mood did Qi Jian use to accumulate pages of blank letter paper, watching the white paper turn old, and then carefully store it in the dark compartment, as if she really wrote him a letter , He really received the letter.

Even later, after he had written all the lyrics, what mood did he use to unfold the paper and write paragraphs of words of lovesickness on top of the lyrics?

If I hadn't come back, if the emperor hadn't moved to give the Liu family a marriage, then these papers might have been blank forever, five years, ten years, 20 years...

Putting down the osmanthus cake, Liu Yi rubbed her eyes.

Qi Jian raised her eyebrows and looked at him.

Liu Yi said uncomfortably, "I lost my eyes."

Qi Jian finally left Liu Yi's arms and sat up straight: "Let me see."

Liu Yi turned her head to avoid it, her eye circles were redder than before.

"Come here." Qi Jian lowered her voice, grabbed Liu Yi, and was about to pull out his eyelids, "Don't rub her."

Liu Yi hummed softly, trying desperately to suppress the impulse to cry, he didn't dare to think deeply about how this person survived those five years, and why he was still willing to protect him after five years.

Seeing that he wasn't really lost in his eyes, Qi Jian let go of his hand and his eyes darkened.After a long silence, he pinched Liu Yi's wrist and said softly: "The Liu family will be fine, I'm here."

Hearing this, Liu Yi's eyes became even more sour, and she looked up at him, trying to explain something, out of the corner of her eye, there was still a little panic on her face.

After a while, the emperor's angry voice came from the warm pavilion: "In the prison, who made a move?"

Just this one sentence is enough for Liu Yi to understand, what happened to the spies in the prison?Reminiscent of the conversation between the old eunuch and Qi Jian just now, Liu Yi turned around in surprise, trying to see something in Qi Jian's eyes.

Qi Jian's eyes were dark and bright as before, and when he found Liu Yi staring at him, he blinked slightly.

Not long after, another person came in from outside the door, holding a wooden box in his hand, seeing the old man's handwriting on the wooden box, Liu Yi's heart fell to the ground, this is to invite An Zhezi to arrive.

What happened later was quite logical. Hearing that the spies were silenced on the way to the palace, Qi Jian stared at the crown prince and the third prince viciously, with questions written all over his face.

"The people I sent out were silenced before they were rewarded for their meritorious deeds? Your Majesty, in my humble opinion, the ones who took action and leaked the defense plan must be the same group of people. It must be thoroughly investigated."

Looking at Qi Jian's upright speech, Liu Yi only had one sentence left in her mind, "Actor, please start your performance."