Chapter 12

Si Yucheng used Emperor Mo's intention to favor the prince to let Emperor Mo pass on this matter perfunctorily. Everyone present was in a clear state of mind. They probably guessed when they were born. They couldn't believe that the gentle prince would secretly attack a weak woman. The fourth prince, who was flirting with the romance, would contradict His Majesty in public and target the prince for a weak woman.

After the people retreated from the court, they couldn't help but look at Yan Qingyu. Yan Qingyu ignored everyone's gaze and understood what they were thinking. She didn't care. Anyway, the matter was so big, no matter how low-key it was, it would be useless.

"Thank you for your protection just now. If it weren't for you, I might have died at the hands of His Royal Highness." Yan Qingyu had a very good attitude at this time, because the behavior of this fourth prince made her dispel her previous malice and could protect her reputation to such an extent. She did not hesitate to destroy her usual disguise and become a thorn in the eyes of the prince and his majesty. He suffered far more losses than he did.

Everyone knows that the Fourth Prince is romantic, ignorant, and never cared about power. However, in order to protect her, the Fourth Prince contradicted the prince and His Majesty in the dynasty. This series of actions has long been inconsistent with his usual disguise, and it has made people show his methods under disguise.

This time, I really owe the fourth prince the kindness.

Si Yucheng stood beside her and looked at her gentle side face. Unlike her usual strange and coldness, a faint kindness gently raised on the corner of her lips. This time, the maintenance made her dispel the impression of all the bad things in the past. She was trying to accept herself.

Thinking of this possibility, Si Yucheng's eyes lit up slightly and his head turned; "Everyone said that you are the fiancée of this palace, and it is impossible for you to watch you betrayed by the prince. Moreover, this palace also sees them unhappy, so it's good if they don't feel happy!"

Listening to Si Yucheng's almost angry words, Yan Qingyu's smile on the corner of her lips became deeper. She would not completely believe that the kindness of this highness was just a simple protection. After all, there was no good thing in the royal family. But she wrote down this kindness and she would repay her if she had the chance in the future.

"What are you going to do next? Mo Yiqing will not let you go. This fatal frame-up fails to succeed, he will definitely kill him again." Si Yucheng's voice was slightly hoarse and soft. He didn't know why he was so roundabout. He instinctively did not want to be rejected.

The identity of the ghost king Si Yucheng has long been particularly disgusted by her, and the identity of the fourth prince was inexplicably accepted by her. Although both of them were himself, they were inexplicably jealous.

He is Si Yucheng, not the fourth prince Mo Li.

"The Fourth Prince is joking. What kind of person is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince? How could he be clenched at his daughter?" Yan Qingyu smiled slightly, and although he was a little gentler to the Fourth Prince Mo Li, he still kept a distance.

"I thought we didn't need to be so strange." Si Yucheng was a little unhappy.

"Your Highness is the prince, and the etiquette that should be there should not be chaos." Yan Qingyu smiled slightly.

Si Yucheng: "..."

"I will send you out of the palace!" Si Yucheng's heart turned into a twisted shape. For the first time, he felt that it was really troublesome and difficult to please a woman. Obviously, other women didn't need his eyes to get closer. Whether it was Si Yucheng or Mo Li's identity, it could lead a woman to pounce on him like a moth to the fire, but she didn't.

The Witch of the Night Country...

"Your Highness..." Yan Qingyu wanted to refuse.

"The palace is Mo Yiqing's sphere of influence. Do you think you can walk out of here safely without anyone sending you?" Si Yucheng said lightly.

"Then, thank you, Your Highness." Yan Qingyu stopped struggling and was quietly pushed away by Si Yucheng in a wheelchair. People passing by looked at the fourth prince pushing Yan Qingyu away in person, and their eyes widened and extremely surprised. It turned out that the fourth prince really loved this future prince's concubine.

Mo Yiqing looked at the man and woman who were embracing each other and suddenly punched the wall on one side. A tiny sound came from the bones of his fingertips. His fists were red and swollen, but he clenched tightly as if he didn't feel anything. He stared at the direction where Yan Qingyu left. He thought that this time he could make this disobedient chess piece disappear, but he didn't expect that she was alive because of Mo Li!

If he dares to go against him, he will never forget it.

Mo Yiqing turned his head to leave hatefully, but less than a quarter of an hour after he left, a eunuch ran over panting and said loudly in a sharp voice: "Your Highness the Crown Prince stays, Your Majesty has an order, please hand over the talisman of the Imperial Military Academy!"

"What?" Mo Yiqing thought he had heard it wrong. There was a branch of the imperial guards under his control, which was the power given to him by his father.

"Your Majesty has an order. Please ask Your Highness to hand over the talisman of the Imperial Army Academy!" The eunuch was startled by Mo Yiqing's face. How could the gentle Prince actually show such a terrible expression? The eunuch looked at Mo Yiqing's murderous gaze and swallowed his saliva: "Jiu Qiansui just sent someone here, and then Your Majesty ordered the talisman of the Imperial Army in your hand to His Highness the Sixth Prince."

Nine thousand years old!

It's him again!

Why target him at this time? That dead eunuch, don’t think that taking away his military power will allow Mo Yan, the disabled, to take over the throne!

Mo Yiqing was extremely angry, but he showed nothing on the surface. He handed over the military talisman and left with a smile.

In the palace of Jiu Qiansui, a man wearing a bright red and light ink striped sword dances under the tree, as gorgeous and spectacular as the fire clouds in the sky. The clean and neat murderous intent and iron-blooded movements show that the sword dancer is a man rather than a feminine woman. Although it is so beautiful, it can still make people brightly distinguish the beauty of men and women. Jiu Qiansui dances sword according to the shadow in his memory, as if through this sword intent, the beauty in his memory can be felt. In the wet and confused lustful world, the last pure land in his heart is still maintained, even if the pure land turns into the vast ocean, it is still maintained in her heart.

Jiu Qiansui stopped suddenly. Behind him, a feminine eunuch walked over with a blood-faced face, knelt down and said, "Master, everything you ordered is done. There is nothing unusual after the prince handed over the military talisman. Miss Seven and the fourth prince are on the way to leave the palace..."

Jiu Qiansui took the handkerchief and wiped the sweat. His confused and lustful eyes covered his murderous intent, enchanting soul-catching, like a seductive beauty flower under the moon.

"No one can touch her, and even I can't hurt her. Who are you Mo Yiqing?" murmured, like an ambiguous kiss between lovers, the lingering voice lingers in the air and slowly disappears. The eunuchs who shouldn't have no chance to hear this lingering voice can't help but feel their bodies hot, as if the Nine Thousand Years in front of you are walking, and the rootless people can sink into lust.

"The whereabouts of Si Yucheng!"

"Master, I've been forgiven for your crime. The Ghost Lord has completely lost his whereabouts. No matter how your subordinates look, they can't find the whereabouts of the Ghost Lord and the Eight Shadows of the Ghost Realm. It's very likely that they have left the capital..." Before the eunuch said that, he felt his body flying uncontrollably. The nine thousand-year-old body in front of him flashed and seemed to have not moved at all, but the eunuch seemed to be slapped to the ground by a ghost shadow, spitting blood.

"I just need the result, I won't listen to your guess!" Jiu Qiansui's mysterious eyes were full of murderous intent, and his charming eyes swept the eunuch lightly like a dead person. He took the sword that had just started dancing and walked step by step to the eunuch sue step by step. When the knife was raised, someone blocked Jiu Qiansui's face, blocking the blood that almost splashed on him.

The human flesh wall blocked the blood. Jiu Qiansui looked at the eunuch who was killed coldly and looked silent. To him, these people were props, and whether they were life or death was all in his thoughts.

"The White Dove of the Phantom Demon Army was seriously injured, the killer Chirara, the puppet Master Ziyu... Even the traces of the Xuan Bee began to appear... The Phantom Demon Army is here, how could Si Yucheng be willing to leave?" Jiu Qiansui glanced coldly and ordered: "Investigate again, you must kill him!"

The Phantom Demon Army belongs only to her and covets her belongings. He must make that person live and die, including the Ghost Lord.

"yes!"

...

After being sent out of the palace by Si Yucheng, Yan Qingyu did not stop. Instead, she used her sedan chair to send her to the front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but she never left. Yan Qingyu looked at him standing next to the carriage and looked quietly as he didn't plan to leave, and said politely: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your guardian, return to the mansion, have you the rough tea, your Highness, please enjoy a cup of your face?"

This is just a polite word.

Si Yucheng seemed to be completely unaware of it, "I am really thirsty when I say that, I am just going to the mansion to ask for a cup of tea to moisten my throat."

Yan Qingyu: "..."

Suddenly I felt that the fourth prince's face was too thick? I couldn't even hear such obvious polite words?

Speaking of this, it would be rude not to let someone enter the door. Thinking about the troubles in the mansion in the future, it would be much easier if the fourth prince was by his side. For those in the Prime Minister's mansion who were competing for the flames and adhering to the power, the more satisfied she would be with the fourth prince's favor.

After all, the matter of the court's life had spread long ago, and her reputation had long been ruined. Fortunately, His Majesty gave her marriage to save her reputation, making people unable to say anything.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingyu saw Si Yucheng's gaze smoother. No matter what, the fourth prince helped her a lot.

An was imprisoned. The old lady was not in good health due to poisoning. The mansion was managed by Aunt He. Aunt He just heard what came from the court and saw the fourth prince coming to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Without saying a word, Yan Qingyu asked him to entertain him well.

As the fourth prince, it was the first time that he came to Yan Qingyu's yard. Si Yucheng had been rescued from this yard for treatment, but it was the first time to look at it openly. Si Yucheng was in a very good mood and followed Yan Qingyu to look at the place where she lives. Everything seemed particularly lifeless, as if no one lived here.

The servant girl was quietly not afraid to approach the surroundings. The trees and gardens were obviously tidy, but they still looked listless. The extremely small side courtyard was not like the children of the prime minister but like the yard where the servant lived. There were only four small courtyards around the main courtyard embraced each other... Everything seemed particularly desolate, and I felt a little unhappy when I thought of her living in this environment.

"Fourth Prince, please sit down!" Yan Qingyu put Si Yucheng in the pavilion in the middle of the yard, and at the same time turned back and said to Ziyu with a bad face: "Cook a pot of tea!"

Ziyu nodded, then looked at Si Yucheng and left.

Si Yucheng enjoyed the tranquility of living alone with her. After changing his identity, he lost the tit-for-tat. He suddenly realized that being with her so ordinary and quiet is a kind of enjoyment and a kind of fun. It can calm the irritable mood and temporarily let go of those troubles.

"The first time this palace has seen such a remote yard." Si Yucheng said deliberately.

Yan Qingyu smiled slightly, reached out and hooked her hand and pinned her messy silk behind her ears, and said, "My daughter's yard is pretty good. Have you ever seen the houses of the people? Most of the people live in a place far less than this yard, so it is better to be content."

Si Yucheng listened to her words meaningfully, gently picked the flowers on the vine that crawled into the pavilion with her slender fingers, put them under her nose and sniffed them gently, and said softly: "Are you satisfied with such a life?"

Satisfied? How can you be satisfied?

Yan Qingyu smiled on the surface, and there was no warmth in her eyes. She took the tea set handed over by Ziyu, and cleaned the tea set, tea cup, brewing, filtering... Every step was taken seriously and extremely elegant, just like a noble and peaceful daughter of a high-ranking family. Tea is not a good tea, but the tea-making etiquette must be missing. This is also the best practice to cure sentiments and cool down the bloody intention of killing.

Yan Qingyu is not as proficient in her past life or present life, as well as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, songs, but the only talent she knows is probably cooking tea. This is the best way for her to calm her mood as a secret guard. After all, secret guards do not need to surging emotions. After all, they have to learn to self-regulate, otherwise they may be erased and abandoned.

She was devoted to her whole body and mind when cooking tea. The quietness from the inside out can infect everyone around her, the crazy ziyu, the killing red spider, the violent Qiongqi, the inferiority complex... There was never a normal person around her. She was attracted not because she was so powerful and excellent, but because she had a magic power that could make people sink into peace. Chishui looked at Yan Qingyu from afar and was particularly jealous. She was jealous of the picture of Yan Qingyu making tea. She was jealous of the Ziyu who could follow her openly, and was jealous of the fourth prince who could drink the tea she cooked with her own hands. She was jealous of the fact that she could not appear by her openly, and was jealous of...

Because of jealousy, Chishui could not hide the murderous intent on his body. Si Yucheng, who was tasting tea, slapped suddenly. The murderous intent that had just flashed by was felt by him. He couldn't help but sweep Chishui's direction, and then withdrew his gaze as if he had seen nothing.

The tea leaves on the lips are not high-quality, they can only be said to be very ordinary, but Si Yucheng felt that the taste was more delicious and sweet than any kind of tea in the world she had tasted. The comfortable taste made the brain clear for a moment, and the memories of killing and darkness were temporarily sealed at this time. He curled his lips happily and narrowed his eyes and felt this unique tranquility, inexplicably addicted.

"Good tea!"

"Your Highness is joking. It's impossible for me to have good tea here!" Yan Qingyu curled her lips, knowing but not saying anything.

"Although tea is not good tea, it lies in the skills of tea-making people." Si Yucheng narrowed his eyes like a fox. After he relaxed, he was lazy and slim and raised his eyelids. He suddenly felt that the man in front of him looked like a lazy tiger, without murderous intentions and dangers, which made people want to touch the big furry head.

Yan Qingyu has never kept a pet, but when she was doing a task, she touched the stray cat on the street. Although it was dirty and ugly, it was very soft and soft, just like the person who was relaxed and soft as if he was boneless.

"Thank you for the compliment." Yan Qingyu's heart itched slightly, and she endured it, looked away from her eyes and stopped looking at this lazy man.

As if feeling her shaking, Si Yucheng's lazy gaze swept through the silk thread and cunningly. His body approached slightly. When he took Yan Qingyu and handed over the teacup, he gently held her hand with his fingers and helped her to lift her palm, feeling that he wanted to see if she would show a panic expression.

Yan Qingyu felt that the man's malicious contact was a bit unexpected, but she was not as panic as Si Yucheng wanted to see, but instead smiled very playfully.

The sudden smile bloomed without warning. Si Yucheng's heart stagnated for a moment. When he came to his senses, he read a chuckle from her faint smile. His face heated up, and he drank tea in a concealed manner, as if the person he had just teased was not him at all.

The tea was too hot, and Si Yucheng squirted it out in one mouthful. He squirted it on himself in an embarrassing and embarrassed manner. It was the first time in his life that he was so embarrassed.

He put down the cup in a hurry and wanted to stand up, but his legs accidentally hit the corner of the chair and knocked over the tea that was rolling on the table. The hot tea poured towards Yan Qingyu. Si Yucheng's pupils shrank, and he reached out to grab the rolling teapot without thinking. His fingers were burned by the charcoal fire. The severe pain made him subconsciously swipe the teapot in his hand...

The scene was already messy.

"puff!"

Yan Qingyu accidentally laughed out loud, stretched out her hand to cover her mouth and smiled. She probably didn't expect that the romantic fourth prince would become so panicked because of her little prank, as cramped as a pure boy, and it was simply too interesting. Could it be that the fourth prince, who has countless beauties, is still a young man?

Probably unlikely?

Si Yucheng stared at her with a gloomy face. It was the first time in his life that he had been ridiculed like this. If someone else had been strangled to death, the person who made fun of him was this girl.

Si Yucheng's body was wet with tea and looked a little embarrassed, with his fingers red, and he thought he was burned lightly. Yan Qingyu held back and accidentally saw his fingers, reached out to hold them, flipped them, and found that Si Yucheng's five fingers were red and swollen, and he couldn't help feeling guilty for making fun of him just now.

"Xiaoyu, tell Aunt He that the Fourth Prince needs medicine for scalding!"

Ziyu nodded, wrote a note and went to find Aunt He.

Si Yucheng originally wanted to refuse, but it was just a scald. What's the point? But feeling the soft hands holding his scalded fingers and blowing them hard, he withdrew his thoughts. The soft breath kept blowing, and the originally painful fingers suddenly seemed to lose consciousness. All the pain disappeared, and instead itchy and irritating.

He lowered his head, his eyes flashed lightly, and he quietly looked at her who was bulging his face and blowing his fingers hard. At this moment, Si Yucheng's heart really stopped beating. An inexplicable pleasure hit his heart. He reached out and poked her with a bulging face, thinking that she was really good-looking and wanted to poke the face like a squirrel.

His fingers poked her face lightly, and he poked her gently while she was blowing the wind...
Chapter completed!