famous moon

Chapter 97
At present, if you don't appreciate the beauty, you will waste everything.

Huang Zhiyuan rubbed his temples, and said: "These people are always working in secret, and I don't know who sent them."

The soft words said, "in the palace."

Huang Zhiyuan was taken aback, and said: "I also guessed it was in the palace, but I don't know who it is?"

There are many people in the palace who want to harm him, except for the queen mother, everyone else regards him as a thorn in their side, even the emperor is not optimistic about him.

Qing Ci raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm investigating, but I can confirm that they are from the palace."

Huang Zhiyuan looked at Lin Qinghe beside him, and said, "He'er, what's your opinion?"

Lin Qinghe's pear nest appeared shallowly, and said, "No."

Qingci looked at Lin Qinghe again, and asked, "Are you Lin Zhenyun's daughter?"

"good."

"Lin Zhenyun is not a good thing."

Lin Qinghe was taken aback for a moment, although she didn't like Lin Zhenyun, and Lin Zhenyun was indeed not a good person, but it was really surprising that these words came out of his mouth lightly.

Lightly resigning, he should be a person standing above the clouds, watching everything in the world with cold eyes, but he doesn't know why he hates Lin Zhenyun so much.

However, Lin Qinghe just smiled lightly and said: "He is my father, so I naturally know him better than others."

Qingci just smiled lightly and didn't explain much.

Huang Zhiyuan said: "I hope these people can retreat in the face of difficulties, and stop blocking us on the way back to the court."

"The teacher will protect you back to Beijing."

"With Master by my side, any difficulties will not be difficulties."

As Huang Zhiyuan spoke, his eyes lightly fell on Lin Qinghe. He knew that Lin Qinghe was used to being aloof and didn't talk much, so he said, "Master, thanks to He'er's help in this operation, if He'er wasn't there By my side, I must not be able to finish it so easily."

It only took less than a day to completely take down the Black Wind Stronghold.

Lin Qinghe said: "It's just a small effort."

"Where there is meager strength, it is obviously infinite grace."

His eyes fell on Lin Qinghe lightly, such a cold and noble young lady, with such a kind heart, could help Huang Zhiyuan solve such a big problem.

"He'er, since your mother passed away, have you ever been to your grandmother's house?"

Lin Qinghe couldn't help being stunned again, the Master Qingci in front of him seemed to know her very well, who exactly is he?

So, he said lightly: "Never."

She has never remembered what her grandmother's house was like. Since her mother died, no one loved her anymore.

Except Xiaocui.

Lightly moving his gaze away, he said, "If you have a chance, you can still go and have a look."

"maybe."

She only knew that Ting Yun's natal family used to be a small nobleman, but now the talents have withered and fallen into dire straits.

In fact, these are not important, what is important is that in these years, the people there have never looked for her in the future, as if she had died with her mother and had nothing to do with their family anymore.

She got up lightly and went to rest next door. Huang Zhiyuan felt that it was inconvenient to sleep with her again. Lin Qinghe lay on the bed alone. For some reason, it was difficult to fall asleep for a long time, her heart was pounding and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

In the early morning of the next day, Huang Zhiyuan got up and woke her up. Lin Qinghe washed up, drew butterflies on the birthmark again, tidied her hair a little, changed into clean clothes, and came down from upstairs.

Sitting there drinking, Qingci saw Lin Qinghe like a red cloud, delicate and cool, which made people's eyes shine.

"Resign uncle lightly."

Lin Qinghe yelled, sat down gracefully beside him, ordered a bowl of porridge, and ate a few mouthfuls of pickles, but didn't find it difficult to swallow.

Qingci glanced at her indifferently, and said, "I never thought that Miss Qianjin could eat such porridge with pickled vegetables."

(End of this chapter)