Is the prince jealous today?

Qiao Yuan shrank his neck. After speaking, he didn't even dare to look at the third prince's face.

The third prince struggled to maintain a smile on his face, and he clenched the cup tighter and tighter. After a long silence, he said, "Gu Sanqiu heard this with his own ears?"

Qiao Yuan nodded his head as if smashing garlic: "Not only heard it with my own ears, but also saw it with my own eyes. The one who was caught was probably a spy from the prince's side. His tongue was pulled out, his eyes were gouged out, and his fingers were cut off. Someone put a thick layer of honey on his wound, and threw it on the ant nest."

"Just because he sneaked into Youchen's courtyard?" Hua Qiong always felt that this matter sounded unbelievable.

But Sanqiu saw it with his own eyes, so it would not be false if he thought about it, and that mad dog really went crazy, so it's not surprising that he could do this.

"Yes, from a small point of view, that mad dog is trying to scare the others and scare his subordinates with this spy, and see if he can find one or two more."

"Then he didn't say anything?"

Qiao Yuan rolled his eyes a few times, tried to recall what was written in the letter, and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, that mad dog also said that no matter who dares to touch Liu Youchen's hairs or look at him more, he will cut off that Hands, gouging out that person's eyes, don't care what kind of prince or grandson he is."

Hua Qiong frowned slightly, and put down the teacup: "Is that what you said in the letter?"

"That's almost what it means." Qiao Yuan lowered his eyebrows and looked at his eyes.

"bring here."

Originally, Hua Qiong was unwilling to read this kind of secret letter in person, knowing that he would not be discovered, but he still didn't want to leave anything to say. Now Qiao Yuan's words became more and more outrageous, and what he said was not like Gu Sanqiu's style. Squinting his eyes, he unfolded the letter himself.

The few words in the letter are really written in Gu Sanqiu's handwriting, but why does the wording seem a little strange?

Can't people stay by the mad dog's side for a long time, and even the words and expressions are close to the mad dog?

After reading the letter, Hua Qiong frowned: "Mad Dog's words, are you trying to tell me?"

Qiao Yuan tentatively asked: "Master, do you want to continue with the matter in the west?"

Hua Qiong pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and put a smile on his face again.

"But, continue..." Qiao Yuan lowered his voice. Before, they had sold some things to the Qiang people. If they continued, the amount sold would be dangerous.

Hua Qiong naturally knew how powerful it was, but still smiled and said: "Not only must we continue, but we must also increase the number and sell more."

"Third Prince?" Qiao Yuan's eyes showed doubts, "But the number is too big, and the small ones are afraid, one..."

"Afraid?" Hua Qiong took a sip of tea slowly, with greed and a smile in his eyes, how could he shake the Liu family without counting the number?If nothing happened to the Liu family, how could Liu Yi leave the capital?

Qiao Yuan stammered: "The little one is afraid, that mad dog..."

"Afraid of him?" When Qi Jian was mentioned, the smile on Hua Qiong's face froze for a while. If Qi Jian could say that, if something happened to the Liu family, he would definitely retaliate wildly. But if there was no accident to the Liu family, Liu Yi and Mad Dog would not Heli, so even if it is a desperate attempt, we must continue this matter.

Fireworks are in March, and it is reasonable for the grass to grow and warblers to fly. However, the capital city is colder than Shu, and there have been several heavy snowfalls in the past few days.

Liu Yi is recovering from a serious illness again, her body is about to recover, and she is even more afraid of the cold, as long as she is awake, she will never leave the stove.It was just getting bright outside the window, and he was leaning against the window with a hand warmer in his hand, with his eyes closed as if he would fall asleep at any moment.

There were footsteps outside the window, Liu Yi opened his eyes, and before he could speak, he sighed.

"Why are you standing here?" Qi Jian pushed the door open and walked in, feeling chill all over his body, while unbuttoning his cloak, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Liu Yi with a somewhat surprised expression.

As soon as the cold wind blew, Liu Yi suddenly felt the cool air pouring in from the cuffs and necklines, but he was more energetic.

Liu Yi stomped her feet, seeing Qi Jian took off her cloak, she stuffed the stove into his hand, rubbed the back of Qi Jian's cold hands a few times, then turned her head to look at the table.

The fingertips and the back of the hands gradually warmed up, and even the heart felt warm. Qi Jian lowered her eyes and followed Liu Yi's gaze. There was an ink painting on the table.

With a round head, a pointed mouth, and two immature wings, it is obviously a small animal with feathers. Under the immature wings, there are two firewood sticks, and the shape of the claws can be barely seen. The thicker firewood sticks under the claws , mostly tree branches.This painting is a bird?

Qi Jian raised her eyebrows, put the stove back into Liu Yi's hand, and said with a smile: "You mean, you want me to fulfill my promise?"

Liu Yi was stunned for a moment, pursed her lips and looked at Qi Jian's skirt, but her ears were not red.

Qi Jian turned her head in doubt, and looked at the table again. Apart from the bird that couldn't tell how to draw it, there was another piece of paper on the table.

"Zhiwen sent someone to bring it back." Seeing him picking up the letterhead, Liu Yi lowered her eyes and sat down on the round stool.

The content of the letter was not much. After reading the letter, Qi Jian didn't speak for a long time.

Liu Yi pursed his lips, but didn't speak. In the silence, the strength in his hands increased unconsciously. He accidentally opened the lid of the hand stove by mistake.

His fingertips were scalded by the silver charcoal, Liu Yi slammed his hands and stood up, the hand stove fell to the ground with a bang, the silver charcoal drew a gray mark on the ground, and rolled down to Liu Yi's feet.

Qi Jian dropped the letter, quickly kicked Yin Tan away, and grabbed Liu Yi's fingers to examine it carefully.

Bai Jing's fingertips were scalded with small red marks, which were not serious. Qi Jian breathed a sigh of relief, put the hot red fingers to his mouth, blew gently twice, thought for a while, and stretched out his tongue to lick again.

Liu Yi didn't speak, and didn't move her hand, her eyes still fell on the letter paper.

"Things are not at their worst, it's just a combination of Rong and Di."

Seeing that Liu Yi still had a worried expression on his face, Qi Jian became serious, picked up the letter paper and shook the ashes, stuffed it back into his hand, pressed his shoulder again, and told him to sit back on the round stool.

Liu Yi followed his strength, sat upright, and sighed: "It's been seven or eight days."

"It's just a family letter, isn't it too late for the previous booklet?" Qi Jian herself didn't believe what she said.

In the past few days, Liu Yi got up early every day, eagerly waiting for the letter from home, but waited and waited, and the letter from home that was supposed to arrive a few days ago did not come.Seeing Liu Yi anxious, he couldn't help becoming anxious too. He secretly sent out two groups of people, but so far no news has been sent back.

There was no news, but it might be considered good news. Qi Jian leaned over, brushed away the broken hair on Liu Yi's forehead, gently stroked Liu Yi's lips with her fingertips, frowned slightly, poured a cup of hot tea and handed it over.

Liu Yi touched her chapped lips, raised her head, and fixedly looked at Qi Jian.

"Wait for me to feed you?" Qi Jian raised her eyebrows.

"Swords and guns have no eyes, and battles have no certainty. I'm afraid..." Before he finished speaking, the teacup was already on his lips. Liu Yi pressed his lips together, held a moment of stalemate, and swallowed the rest of the words with the tea.

After drinking half a cup of tea, Liu Yi lowered her eyes and said again: "I want to..."

"It's not in the worst situation yet, besides, you have already contacted General Liu, and the coping strategy has been passed on, so nothing will happen." Qi Jian's voice was low, obviously not wanting Liu Yi to continue talking.

Liu Yi pursed her lips and fell silent. Even though she said that, her parents and sister were far away in Sichuan, and they might face a big battle, so they couldn't watch it with their own eyes, so they were always worried.

Qi Jian didn't want to listen to those words, so why would he want to say them?But the leisure that is stolen is always stolen, and most of the time now, it's time to pay it back.It's just that it's too much to leave him behind five years ago and five years later...

Seeing that he wanted to speak, Qi Jian frowned, and said in advance: "If something really happened, there will be movement from the emperor's side, just wait."

Liu Yi nodded, grabbed the teacup in Qi Jian's hand, poured the remaining half cup of tea into her stomach, and said sorry in a low voice.

Qi Jian's eyes were gloomy, she turned and went into the room, the bead curtains jingled for a while, and the sound of porcelain cracking and heavy objects falling could be heard from the room.

Liu Yi was startled, and raised his eyes to look over. From his angle, he could see the tiles all over the floor, and there was a book corner with curled edges under the tiles. This book was so familiar that he recognized it as "The Songs of Chu" at a glance.

Pursing her lips, she stood up silently, opened the bead curtain, and saw that there was no trace of water stains on the ground, Liu Yi breathed a sigh of relief.Although the little tyrannosaurus rex was angry, his subordinates were still quite measured. After all, he didn't smash a teapot full of water to take a bath for "The Songs of Chu".

Leaning over to pick up "The Songs of Chu" from the fragments of the teacup, carefully brushing off the ashes and porcelain fragments on the pages, Liu Yi's voice became tense: "This book, please give it to me?"

"Send it to you?" Qi Jian turned her back, unable to see her expression, her voice was steady as usual, "If I remember correctly, you gave me this book, right?"

Touching the empty neck, Liu Yi was about to say something more, but her ears moved, and she heard footsteps outside the courtyard, and vague voices.

Liu Yi looked towards the door, and called Qi Jian in a low voice, her face turned pale, the voice outside the courtyard was not particularly familiar, but she had heard it several times, it was Prince Yuqian.

Fortunately, Wang Gonggong's voice sounded for a while, and then gradually lowered. It seemed that the person did not come towards the bedroom, but was let to the main hall.

If someone didn't come to the dormitory, it wasn't an urgent matter. Liu Yi breathed a sigh of relief and waited quietly for Xiaosi to come.

At the same time Liu Yi opened his mouth, Qi Jian also turned around and looked outside the house, making sure that the prince was invited to the main hall, he opened the bead curtain again, walked to Liu Yi's side, stared down at the book in Liu Yi's hand, his eyes were wide open. Quickly moved away from the book and landed on Liu Yi's fingertips.

At this moment without holding the stove, Liu Yi's hands were very cold, her fingertips were bluish white, and she was clutching the yellowed pages of the book, looking desolate and pitiful.

Qi Jian was silent for a moment, pulled up this hand, took out "Chu Ci" and put it aside, wrapped Liu Yi's hand with both hands, and rubbed it gently.

"I..." Liu Yi watched his movements, felt the warmth from his skin, pursed her mouth, as if something had been stuffed into her throat, and barely let out a sound.

"Shut up." Without even raising his head, Qi Jian let go of his hand and switched to Nuan's. It wasn't until Liu Yi's hands gradually warmed up that he turned his head to look at the ground.

The hand stove on the ground was crooked, the charcoal fire was slightly red, exuding warmth, Qi Jian squatted down, picked up the hand stove and the cover, put the silver charcoal back into the stove, put the cover on and arranged the cotton sleeve, put the hand stove back on Liu Yi hand.

Outside the door, Xiao Si knocked on the door a few times: "My son, the prince is here, and I invite you to enter the palace."