The Crown Prince’s New Female Staff

The lock of the prison slowly opened under Xie Yu's gaze.

Xie Yu suppressed the curiosity in her heart and watched the tall and broad back walk in.

Screams, groans, and scoldings poured into Xie Yu's mind after the black iron gate opened. She had a white face and a fox fur in her arms. The guards thought she was a little girl. The maid, she is so well-behaved that she cannot bear to be criticized.

Xiao Yi glanced at her before entering.

The woman's face was indifferent, her eyes crossed him, and she landed on the white-clothed figure in front of her.

For a moment, as the door slowly closed, those voices disappeared as if they were still.

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Sun Qingyao carried the purple skirt, and she regained her dignified posture when no one was around. The slightly raised chin proved that she was triumphant.

Because there is nothing in this room.

To be precise, in her opinion, the crown prince never gave Xie Yu any reward.

If there is no reward, does it not prove that there is no grace?

The room was absurdly pure, with only a few clothes left in the closet alone, only the common skin care products on the market were placed on the mirror table, and the rest were the braids used to tie the hair.

Sun Qingyao's eyes fell to the study again.

The skylark stepped down and raised her feet gently, the two of them seemed to be thieves, and pushed open the door of the study.

As soon as he entered, Sun Qingyao saw a pile of books stacked on the mahogany table.

She went through it and found that they were all military books and policy questions that she did not understand. There were no popular picture albums and poems, and they were all political books.

She pouted, "What are you pretending to be, how can a serious lady read these books."

What's the use of looking at these without looking at the female virtue ring?

Will my future husband like it?

She turned around, and her purple sleeves accidentally swept a book on the table. She didn't care, but stepped on the smooth page, leaving huge footprints on it.

Glancing across the bookshelf, a scroll caught her eye.

The woman reached for the scroll, but she was a little short, and the skylark rummaged through the house to see if there was anything of value, but didn't pay attention to her side at all.

Sun Qingyao stood on tiptoe forcefully, and finally reached the scroll, but what she didn't notice was that the blue and white porcelain beside the scroll was shaky with a "pop".

When the skylark heard the "ah" sound, she quickly turned around and ran over.

The scroll has been rolled out on the ground.

Ink splattered on the rice paper, gently sketching the appearance of a woman.

"This... this is... Xie Yu?"

Sun Qingyao had already broken other people's porcelain, but Sun Qingyao's face turned pale, and he put his hands on the ground to look at the painting, but saw the seal below the signature - Qi Liangye.

The big characters of Long Feifengwu stabbed Sun Qingyao's eyes like sharp swords.

"This turned out to be a self-portrait of the prince to Xie Yu!"

Lark exclaimed, looking at the unrestrained and unrestrained woman above, isn't it Xie Yu who usually wanders in the mansion?

The woman's frowns and smiles are all in the painting. If it wasn't for meticulous observation, how could the prince have painted this exquisite painting.

In an instant, Sun Qingyao wanted to tear up the painting.

Just as she was about to leave, a piece of broken china plunged into her palm.

She cried out in pain immediately, her eyes turning red in pain.

"Miss!"

Skylark neatly pocketed all the china fragments with the hem of her skirt, and put the scroll back in place. She packed up things very quickly with both hands, and pulled up Sun Qingyao in a few strokes, and returned to the west wing as if she was running for her life.

The dark guard on the beam saw that there was no damage in the house, so he began to monitor the two people again.

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After waiting for a long time, the black door was reopened, and when he came out again, the man's white clothes were beyond recognition.

If it wasn't for his indifferent expression, Xie Yu almost thought that the blood belonged to him.

The bright red blood stains splashed on his stern face, adding a bit of strangeness.

The next moment-

"Hire."

Xiao Yi motioned to her and compared her lips.

Xie Yu suddenly realized, she bent down and put the fox fur on the stool, the black skirt slightly brushed the ground, the woman stepped forward quickly, and immediately poured a pot of hot water for him.

Qi Liangye slowly washed the blood stains off his hands, his eyes floated, and he glanced at her slightly.

The man's hand slightly covered her hand holding the water basin, and the cold was instantly melted by the woman's warmth.

He subconsciously wanted to possess it, but the hand was quickly taken away.

Aware of his gaze, she didn't dare to look around. After pouring the hot water into the basin, she immediately stood up and stepped back, her hands on her abdomen, she really understood the rules like a maid.

The man's body smelled of blood. He didn't look at the man in the corner. Instead, he wiped his hand and turned to Xiao Yi and said, "Close the case quickly, don't be too meticulous, leave a tail to Wang Yue,"

After Qi Liangye took out the confessions of the Minister of Household and Minister of Industry, he had a general plan in his heart.

After Xiao Yi took the order, the man glanced at the little girl who was standing quietly over there.

"go."

Xie Yu then picked up the fox fur on the stool and followed him out of Zhao Prison.

After getting on the carriage, Qi Liangye took the fox fur from her arms and threw it on the soft couch aside.

Xie Yu glanced at the fox fur, didn't say anything, avoided Qi Liangye's hot eyes, she felt that she didn't know what to do, and simply sat on the side and started stunned.

Seeing her avoiding him, Qi Liangye raised his eyebrows.

He didn't believe Xie Yu and didn't understand the hint that night. Qi Liangye always prided himself on being clean, and there was no woman in the room around him when he grew up.

What Xie Yu wants, he understands.

But he didn't believe it, Xie Yu wasn't tempted at all.

The restraint and rules between monarchs and ministers are all in the etiquette. What Qi Liangye wants is her sincerity, not her goodwill that will be washed away by time.

For a moment, the air in the carriage was extremely tight, and Xie Yu turned her back slightly, pretending not to see Qi Liangye's deep eyes.

It's like nailing her to the wall through the air.

Finally, the carriage stopped, Xie Yu couldn't wait to get off the carriage, and returned to Yilan Court without waiting for Qi Liangye.

The woman was almost running away along the way. Many servants in the Prince's Mansion saw the corners of her clothes that were about to fly up, and when they looked up, they saw the Prince who was standing at the intersection and watching Xie Yu's back.

In an instant, I understood something.

Tokugawa waited in front of the door for a long time, and when he saw that the crown prince was covered in blood, he interrupted his contemplation.

"Master, go back to the house to wash and change your clothes."

Qi Liangye returned to his senses for a moment, and then walked towards the main courtyard with his hands behind his back.

And after Xie Yu hurried back to the house, before taking a break to drink a sip of tea, a black figure suddenly appeared: "Sir, Miss Sun from the west wing and her maid came in."

She paused and raised her eyebrows, "Where did you touch it?"

As the dark guard marched, Xie Yu sighed and waved, "Go down."

The woman walked slowly into the study, she folded her arms, looked around, and saw the book with shoe prints under the desk.

She flicked the footprints on it with her hand, closed the page, and put it on the side of the desk.

When she entered the door, she ordered pear incense, and a sweet fragrance gradually spread in the house.

Dragging herself on the bed and covering her body with the quilt, a look of fatigue appeared on the woman's face. She rubbed her fingers between her brows, and when the raised temples sank a little, she put down her hands.

Turning over, Qi Liangye's figure suddenly appeared in his mind.

When it comes to men, Xie Yu really doesn't know much about it, but she has understood one thing since she was a child. Friendship in this world is not easy to come by. If you can experience the precipitation of time, it will be true.

Thinking of her and Qi Liangye, who had only known each other for a few months, maybe Qi Liangye just thought she was different from those dignified women in Beijing, so she paid attention to her.

To put it bluntly, it is a fresh picture.

As for her, she only thought that Qi Liangye was good-looking. If she was moved, it was probably because she had seen such a person for the first time.

Both of them are ruthless, and if they want to get together forcibly, it is really not a good match.

Xie Yu thought clearly in her mind, but her sleepiness made her gradually fall asleep.

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In the main courtyard, Qi Liangye went back to the bedroom to take a nap, but a few voices came from his ears.

"Brother Dazhu, I specially reserved the lotus root rice for you, eat it while it's cheap."

"Xiao Cui, you leave me your own, you have to be hungry, eat by yourself."

A man and a woman, without any words to express their feelings, can feel the sweetness of the beginning of love.

The two stood far away, but Qi Liangye had a strong ear and heard the whispers of the two.

I went to Zhao Prison for interrogation today, but I didn't call Xie Yu. I was selfish and didn't want her to see this side of her.

Although he is in a high position, but his wrists are iron and blood, and if he uses a little trick to some hard bones, the prisoner's words can even spit out the overnight meal.

When she saw Xie Yu for the first time, she could sense an unusual aura, and many times she could know what she was thinking with just one look.

She told him not to accept her fate, but she told him to accept her fate.

Qi Liangye didn't want to accept his fate. He felt that it was destiny that he and Xie Yu were together. They were like confidants, like monarchs and ministers, and naturally they could be husband and wife.

The man sat up slowly from the bed, put on a white crescent brocade robe, frowned tightly, and his black hair was tied behind his head. He looked at his big palms, and finally got out of bed, put on his shoes and went out. go.

The sun at noon was hot, but because it was already November, Qi Liangye would wear a fox fur at this time in the past to show his frailty, but today the man has a gloomy face, his thin lips are tightly pursed, and his robes fly around when he walks.

He walked all the way through the winding corridor and entered the gate of Yilan Courtyard.

There was only the old woman in the courtyard, Qi Liangye walked straight to the main room,

"Your Highness—"

Sun Qingyao just wanted to come out and take a breath, but who knew that he just saw the handsome and high-spirited figure of the man.

Just looking at him, Sun Qingyao felt heartbroken.

She picked up the hem of her skirt and was about to trot over. Unexpectedly, the man entered the main courtyard like a gust of wind.

After entering the room, Qi Liangye saw the figure buried in the quilt, and his anger suddenly subsided by half.

The sun was just right outside. Now that noon was over, and it was the hottest time, Qi Liangye lightly walked towards the person buried in the quilt.

At a glance, the woman turned her back to him, her hair scattered on the bed like a fan spread out.

Xu Shi heard the movement, she propped herself up slightly with her hands, and looked back at him.

"Qi Liangye?!"

She seemed to be startled, Qi Liangye stared at the whiteness on her shoulders, his eyes darkened.

Hearing her calling her by her first name, Qi Liangye didn't feel offended, but was rather happy.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the crescent moon brocade robe was gently blown by the wind in the hall.

Xie Yu gathered up her clothes and pressed her back against the wall vigilantly. The cold touch told her that this was definitely not a dream.

"What are you doing?"

Her tone was suspicious, but her brown eyes were as cool as water.

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