The world's most favored alchemist

Chapter 68

"How can an illiterate, stupid fool like a pig enjoy the title of royal princess, hmph."

"You are just a fool. There will be opportunities to deal with her in the future. Don't provoke her these days. King Qingyang will leave the capital and go north to help the disaster in a few days."

The hidden meaning in the casual words, King Ye is not a fool, so he can understand it when he hears it, he has been unlucky for the past few days, he is holding his breath in his chest, worrying that there is nowhere to vent, who let some fool make a princess, occupy Not to mention Jinxuan's demeanor, it is even a level higher than Princess Jinxuan's status.

"Is that person still silent?"

"Since the day he came to the capital, he seems to have never left Cangwang's mansion."

Wearing an aqua blue gown, Mr. Lu of the Prime Minister's Mansion carelessly hooked his wine cup, and said lazily and elegantly with his gestures and gestures.

"Oh?"

The prince raised his eyebrows thoughtfully. If Ye Qingcang really had nothing to ask for, why did he come to the capital? A cold, murderous glint flashed across his eyes.
If it were many years ago, I would still be a little afraid of his arrogance and evilness to turn the tide and deter the tyranny and cruelty of the officials, but now he is a useless person. Is it possible that he still wants that seat? The Minister of State will definitely not accept a disabled person to sit in that seat.

"Anyway, that man is full of tricks. Although he is just an idle prince now, it is hard to guarantee that he has no other thoughts. Hao, you still need to send a few capable people into the mansion to pay close attention to his every move. If necessary, ...."

Suddenly there were a few clumsy footsteps outside the door, and several people in the wing room stopped at the right time to talk. After a while, the waiter carefully prepared all the dishes and replaced them with a pot of good Nurhong. The atmosphere did not dare to go out.

"Prince, King Ye, please use. These dishes are all famous works of Baoxiang Pavilion. Let's see if they suit your taste."

Mr. Lu hooked his lips tenderly, and his eyes swept across the two people opposite.

The prince's eyes flickered, and he nodded coldly. King Ye was in a depressed mood. Just thinking of Jinxuan just now made his heart feel even more melancholy. His infatuation for Jinxuan could be seen by anyone, but Lang Youqing has no intention of it. But what she likes is the emperor brother she admires the most,
Without further ado, he picked up the jug on the side and drank one cup after another like a cow,
Mr. Lu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw it. This is an old wine that is hard to buy. With his drinking method, Baoxiang Pavilion will be closed tomorrow.
After three rounds of wine and five tastes of food, the prince did not move the wine cup in front of him, but only moved his chopsticks symbolically. King Ye was drinking the wine alone, but after a while, his face was slightly pale. Lu Wenhua knew that the crown prince was cautious, and he also heard some rumors about what happened in the palace that night, so he didn't care about it, and just ate wine and food contentedly.

People in the capital are afraid that no one will associate this seemingly weak, elegant and gentle young man of the Xiangfu with the murderous dark guard who lives in the dark. Naturally, he is only secretly cultivating elite dark guards for the prince.

The good show is about to start, Luo Xi flicked the folds of his shirt, and with a wicked sweet smile on his lips, he walked out of Baoxiang Pavilion slowly,
The sun is shining outside, and the weather is really good. Ye Qingyu, even if you are on all precautions and cautious, you probably won’t be on those silver chopsticks. Hmph, you picked up a bargain, and it’s warm and soft tonight Yu, don't be so happy that you don't think about it, and exhaust yourself, okay?

As for Lu Jiaojiao, that was her own choice, and she only helped her a little, so it's not her fault.

Feeling happy, and having finished shopping on the street, he turned around and walked towards Qingyang Palace.

Qing'er's thin figure stood at the gate, looking around anxiously, but she couldn't see her, and she didn't dare to find someone to look for her rashly. She was almost dying of anxiety. Where did the lady go? It's going to be a mess, Miss, don't let anything happen.

"Qing'er, you are not in good health yet, what are you doing standing here? Could it be that you miss me, Miss?"

If the melodious laughter like a silver bell is heard in Qing'er's ears, it is like hearing fairy music, and the tears of excitement are almost uncontrollable.

"Miss, where have you been, I'm worried about Qing'er."

Qing'er turned around abruptly, looked at the young lady who was slowly walking over with a haggard face, there was still steam in her eyes,
Luoxi stared blankly, and rubbed her nose in embarrassment, it's not so exaggerated, she only went out for a while, why does this girl seem to run away from home.

"Miss, there was an accident last night at the princess's place. You should go into the house quickly. The housekeeper just sent someone to pass the message that people from all courtyards are not allowed to go out at night. I heard that the princess hasn't woken up yet. Even the palace All the imperial physicians in the house were invited over but nothing was found, maybe it was possessed by something..."

Qing'er couldn't help turning pale when talking about the things she heard, and hurriedly dragged Luo Xi into the house, her legs were not so sharp yet.

"Oh?"

Luoxi raised her eyebrows calmly. She planned what happened last night. If it gets messed up, she's afraid that it won't be messed up. Take advantage of this time to plan well....

"Miss, I will wait for you to rest."

"You go down first, there is no need to wait here."

"Yes."

The maidservant in Tsing Yi slowly exited the room, closed the door gently, and walked towards her own room.

The flickering candles were either bright or dark, and a gust of wind blew outside the window. Suddenly, a tall and thin figure in black appeared in the silent room.

Inside the gauze tent, on the soft couch, the woman leaned softly and bonelessly on the couch, under a looming light gauze silk dress, on the fiery red apron outlined these coquettish blooming peonies, her skin was like snow, her eyes were as charming as Silky, delicate pink lips parted, as if waiting for a man to dig.

(End of this chapter)