You should spend the rest of your life with Qingqing

Chapter 46 Fate
Zhuying smiled and reminded in a low voice: "The handkerchief is embroidered with 'Qing', Wen Qinger's Qing."

The three of them knew each other well, and couldn't help laughing. My grandfather and Miss Wen San met twice, and all this steelmaking has become a piece of cake!
Ying Yu ignored them and went straight to the bathroom to get the bath beans, squatting by the well and rubbing them carefully, for fear that the handkerchief would be ruined.

After washing it three or four times, it finally became much cleaner. The veil returned to its previous color, but it was a little wrinkled. Ying Yu regretted it for a while, but he still used his hands too hard.

But Ying Yu was still happy in his heart, and his whole body was a little dizzy.

A heart pounded on Ying Yu's chest, he couldn't hear anything, and there was only one thought in his mind.

It turned out that he and the third girl had a predestined relationship early in the morning.

It was already past the third watch when the handkerchief was hung by the couch to dry in the shade, and Ying Yu rinsed it with cold water twice before laying down on the bed to rest.
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"A bunch of trash! You can't even deal with a prince and princess without guards. Are you just for idle food?"

Prime Minister Xiao roared angrily and swept the teacup on the case down to the ground. The sharp fragments cut through the corner of the kneeling man's eyes in an instant, and blood gushed out. Disappear soon.

The man knocked his forehead heavily on the ground full of debris, and said: "Master, please punish, it's all the fault of the subordinates. I didn't expect that Marquis Yongwei would also go with the second prince. Brothers lost to Marquis Yongwei. Let the second prince be punished." Lucky to have escaped."

"It's Marquis Yongwei again! The old one is dead and the young one is making trouble again! Sooner or later, your Yongweihou Mansion will disappear in Daqi!"

Prime Minister Xiao picked up the whip on the table, and whipped it towards the man kneeling on the ground as if venting, the barbs on the whip continued to draw bloodstains.

His face was ferocious, showing a fierce face, the splash of bright red seemed to stain his bloodthirsty eyes red, and his happy grin was like a hell Shura.

No one would associate the horrific scene in front of them with the upright and upright Prime Minister Xiao Lianhang in the court hall.

In an instant, the man's skin was torn apart and his flesh was bloody, as if he didn't know the pain. The man still kept his kneeling posture, and he didn't even groan.

As he got older, he started to pant after a little activity. Xiao Lianhang panted heavily and sat back on the Eight Immortals chair, hissing, "Where is the prince?"

"Everything went according to plan. Not only did the Prince's arrest of prostitutes be made public, but the Prince ran out of the Narcissus Pavilion naked." An unchanging voice came from the pile of "rotten meat", as if he was not the one who was whipped just now.

"Hmph, I've finally done something, a bunch of trash!" Xiao Lianhang snorted coldly, and straightened his slightly messy gray and white beard.

"Tell Xiao Ruan that he will act according to the plan tomorrow, tell him to be more obedient, and don't think that you can't see his little tricks clearly when you are old." Xiao Lianhang ordered slowly, returning to his previous indifference.

Looking at the blood stains below with some disgust, he said, "Eleven, if you fail again next time, you don't have to dirty my hands."

"Yes!" Eleven took the order, knelt down on the ground, cleaned up the broken porcelain and blood one by one, and backed out of the room.

Eleven jumped up to the top of the tree and headed south. The welt marks on his back continued to ooze blood. Through the oozing clothes, it gathered at the corner of his clothes and sprinkled it drop by drop. Finally, Eleven was in a small exquisite courtyard. stop.

The knock on the door shattered the tranquility of the night.

"Eleven! You're being beaten again! Why are you so stupid!" The complaining words couldn't conceal the anxiety and concern, the slender arms held Eleven in his arms, and the thin shoulders supported Eleven's tall body. He helped into the room.

There was only one thin candle lit in the room, and the dim light made the wound on Eleven's back more oozing. Helping Eleven lie on the couch, gently peeling off the clothes attached to the wound, Eleven couldn't help but twitched. Twice.

(End of this chapter)