Poverty is just doing justice for the sky

Chapter 81 Wake up

During this period of time, Ye Qingshuang has pieced things together, and she has gained something.The only thing that makes her unhappy is that she can't get out.

Jin Xi must have dug three feet outside.

Looking in front of you, front, back, left, and right, you can see what you can't see, and there are guards hidden everywhere. It can be said that it is difficult to fly without using spells.

It was difficult for her to report a letter, but His Royal Highness King Heng was very satisfied with this iron-drum-like courtyard, so he came here to wander around when he had nothing to do all day long.

Ye Qingshuang's conjecture was more and more confirmed: he was acting.

A few days ago, the voice of market hawkers selling sesame seed cakes drifted in from a distance, and it was inaudible.

Qi Yuanxiu heard it by chance, frowned, and said something to the housekeeper in a low voice, the housekeeper turned around and gave instructions, after that, nothing could be heard in the yard.

Ye Qingshuang really doesn't like being locked in a cage, and now, it's probably over.

She let go of her thoughts and stared blankly for a while, the ink slipped from the tip of the pen, staining a hole in the fine golden paper.

"What is Younger Brother thinking?" Qi Yuanxiu leaned close to her and picked up the pen in a very close position, his fingers brushing the back of his hand as if nothing.

The warm touch brought Ye Qingshuang back to his senses in an instant, and he moved quickly and calmly, and the position was separated by an arm's length.

She raised her eyes and said indifferently: "My lord is really free, why don't you come and learn my handwriting?"

Qi Yuanxiu readily agreed, took half a step back to let the book case out, Ye Qingshuang took the pen and dipped in the ink again, and wrote down a line of words without haste.

How long are you going to play?

Qi Yuanxiu pointed at his chin with the folding fan, his face remained unchanged, his eyes were serious, as if he was really criticizing calligraphy.

"The pen is full of flowing water, good calligraphy, but the strength is a little weak, the young brother's wrist strength is not enough, let me see if I can give you some strokes."

After all, I also took a pen and wrote a line: Two days later, there will be a birthday banquet for the noble concubine.

Ye Qingshuang glanced at the guards in the courtyard calmly.

It seems that the prince is not so easy to be.

"Brother Qing, tell me, how about this king's calligraphy?" Qi Yuanxiu was fond of laughing, with an unruly expression, quite like a good son in a troubled world.

Ye Qingshuang glanced at it casually, threw down the pen to clean her hands, and said calmly: "Would the lord listen to the truth or a lie?"

When Qi Yuanxiu heard it, the corners of his mouth flattened, showing a bit of displeasure: "Of course it's the truth."

"My lord's calligraphy is definitely a treasure."

A sentence drifted past faintly, but Qi Yuanxiu heard that the accent was placed on the word Wang Ye.

The implication is that he relies on his status!

He was so angry that he couldn't help being curious at the same time, and continued to ask in a bad tone: "What is that lie?"

Ye Qingshuang repeated it calmly: "My lord's calligraphy is definitely a treasure."

The same words, the same indifferent tone, this time the emphasis is on the word "Zhenbao", and the meaning changes instantly.

"Bold!" Qi Yuanxiu laughed angrily, and slapped the table heavily with his hands: "This king wrote the pen himself, how dare you despise it."

"Don't dare."

If Qi Yuanxiu is still waiting for her to apologize later, he dare not, then what?

Waited for a long time to find that she was silent.

She uttered the two words representing fear in a perfunctory manner.

If the previous anger was feigned, now Qi Yuanxiu is really angry.

Why didn't this person let him go down the steps?He has so many subordinates, so he can't bow his head first.

As long as she said a few more words, he would take him there, but she held him on a high place and couldn't get off the stage.

Excessive!Too much!
Qi Yuanxiu threw the fan on the table, and angrily shook his sleeves and left.

As soon as he left, Ye Qingshuang naturally burned the paper and ink he had written on.

The tongue of fire licked the paper, and the ink turned into dust.

The manager couldn't see it, sighed and persuaded: "My lord, the lord just wants to hear a few soft words from you. You always get angry with the lord, why bother."

Ye Qingshuang poured the ashes into the flower pot and poured water slowly: "Why did I ever get angry with him? He is very angry, you should replace his wine with herbal tea."

"This... the master wants to drink, but we slaves can't stop it." The head manager had a bitter face.

"Then the prince will be angry, how can I, a prisoner, control me?"

Blocking back with a single sentence, the manager smiled kindly, cupped his fists and bid farewell.

Outside the courtyard, the sun spreads all over the place, the beautiful stones are towering, the peach branches are gracefully stretched, and the delicate flowers are clustered on the branches.

The raccoon slave sleeps on the branch, moving from time to time, shaking off a tree leisurely.

With a beautiful and peaceful look, Ye Qingshuang felt weak under her feet, feeling weak and powerless for no reason.

From body to mind, she was exhausted, as if she had been drained of all energy, she was so tired that she didn't even want to move her fingers.

The sleepiness overwhelmed her consciousness, and in a trance, she remembered the night when she fell asleep... It seemed to be the fourteenth day of the lunar calendar.

She pushed herself to the edge of the bed with her last thoughts, then plunged into the quilt and fell into the deep darkness.

Time passed, as if it was just a cup of tea, she woke up.

The slender eyelashes fluttered twice, and then slowly opened. It was still daytime, but the scene was changed to a plain and unpretentious room.

She moved, her whole body was weak, her limbs were weak, and it took a stick of incense to recover a little.

She slowly propped herself up and sat up, the door was open, just in time to see the green plantain tree, and seven or eight flower vines hung on the stone wall.

back to reality...

One step away from the truth, but back.

The sunlight slanted on the floor, and the depths of her eyes reflected a misty warm color.

At the same time, Jin Xi, Shu Yu, and Shu Mo flashed frame by frame like a painting in his mind.

She had secretly guessed that the imperial concubine described by Qi Yuanxiu might be Shumo's master and Jin Xi's enemy.

But now, she missed the truth.

"A Shuang woke up."

Lin Yuan walked in with soup: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

"No, I fell asleep for another ten hours?"

"Yes." The soup was placed on the table, refracting the light, reflecting a slight oily glow in the room.

Ye Qingshuang stared blankly at the light, and asked herself softly, "So it was all a dream?"

Lin Yuan has good hearing, and upon hearing this, he glanced at her helplessly, and wrung out a clean towel to wipe her hands and face.

"It's not a dream. You have a fate with the eldest princess and fell into her obsession to stay in the academy. It's just that you lost consciousness later and were thrown out as a dead thing by the obsession."

Ye Qingshuang was surprised with a hint of calm: "Obsession..."

While wiping her face with a wet towel, Lin Yuan said: "I have inquired about the life of the eldest princess. She should be the same as Qi Mubei, who was robbed of her luck by the traverser."

"But she was lucky, she didn't disappear immediately, but her soul lingered, lingering in her favorite place before she was alive, which left a deep obsession."

"Linyuan, if I hadn't met you guys, would there only be an obsession left after the ashes were wiped out?"

Her tone was light and flat, without any ups and downs, like the wind blowing from afar, ethereal and illusory.

Lin Yuan looked at her, eyes full of tenderness and undisguised distress: "A Shuang, what do you want to do?"

Ye Qingshuang was silent, and asked: "Princess, what have you experienced?"

　Facts have proved that vacations can't improve my coding efficiency, and I swear it can't stop me from getting sleepy. My friends, I will post one chapter first, and then two chapters at night.

　　
　
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