The sound in her belly suddenly reminded her that she fell asleep without eating yesterday. After Teng Kun left, didn't she come back
"Then you covered the quilt for me yesterday?" She stretched her arms.
"No, didn't you cover the quilt yourself?" Yumei shook her head, but looked at her suspiciously.
She looked stunned, and there was some thought in her eyes.
"Then where did he spend the night yesterday?"
"It seems that Steward Xu said it was in the study room, but miss, why are you asking about the whereabouts of the prince?" Yumei suddenly smiled ambiguously.
This dead Y head is getting more and more happy with himself. He took the pillow behind him and tried to smash her, "I want you to ask more and prepare breakfast for me."
Pretending to be scared, Yumei smiled and said: "Uh, yes yes yes, the slave and maid will go now!"
"Call..." Pulling the reins, two black and bright horses stopped in front of a small temple. The two figures on the backs of the horses were black and white, both of them were black hats with black gauze on their heads.
At this time, there was a monk in the temple sweeping the leaves on the side of the road. Seeing these two people turning over and dismounting, they took their broomsticks and slowly walked forward.
Put your hands together and bowed to the two of them, then raised their eyes and said: "I don't know what is the cause of the two donors coming to this temple?"
The black-clothed woman opened the mouth and said: "I heard that Miss Qi's family lives in your temple for the sake of self-cultivation. The two of us are here to visit Miss Qi's family. Please do it for your convenience."
Hearing this, the monk's originally calm face flashed a little surprise, and turned to a look of embarrassment: "Go back to the two donors, Miss Qi is unwell and it is not convenient to see guests, please come back!"
Having said that, after putting his hands together in a salute, he took the broom and planned to return to the temple to close the door.
But she didn't want the woman's figure to flash, she swiftly pushed the temple door and said coldly: "What a little monk who doesn't have long eyes, the three kings come, dare to be so unreasonable?"
The monk who was about to close the door froze instantly, and his eyes flashed in shock.
Teng Kun stepped forward and reached out his hand to take the hat on his head, revealing a handsome face.
Everyone in the city has heard of the current three princes, who are as handsome as gods. Looking at the man in front of him, he is really a rare beautiful man in the world. Coupled with the natural and luxurious atmosphere of his body, he believes that the coming person will definitely have an extraordinary life.
Is he really the third prince
"It's really rare to see people who don't know this king." Because he was turned away, Teng Kun's expression was obviously a little unhappy.
How can ordinary people dare to call themselves the king, at the moment, the little monk immediately saluted in a panic: "The little monk has seen the prince."
If it is the third prince, it is Miss Qi’s brother-in-law. It is only natural for the brother-in-law to visit her sister. Since the prince knows that Miss Qi is being held here, it should have been approved by Master Qi.
"Okay, quickly take this king to have a look." He said impatiently.
"Yes, please come with the little monk, Lord." Because the temple is very small, only this little monk lives in the whole temple.
He bent down to lead the way respectfully.
Teng Kun stepped into the gate of the small temple, and the majesty of the prince was fully demonstrated.
Walking along the bluestone path, as if walking further and further, until he came to a cold but clean courtyard, the little monk stopped.
"Ms. Qi is here, but Ms. Qi is indeed inconvenient to see outsiders. The two can only visit from the other door and feel wronged by the prince and the female donor.
"I see, you go down first!" Long Yin didn't take down the black gauze hat, the darkness seemed to be the world she was used to.
"Yes, the little monk retire first."
When Xiao Mi Seng left, the surroundings in the courtyard were cold, and there was only the sound of ethereal birds coming from a distance.
Looking at the carved door with several holes in the gauze paper, Teng Kun took a few steps forward, and through the fist-sized hole, he could clearly see the pattern inside.
But in the interior hall, there is only one square table and two benches. In addition, there is only a wall-mounted bed with a bedding on it, but it is messed up.
At the corner of the collapsed edge, there is a small figure curled up, with some messy hair falling down. He is playing with his hair, making silly laughs from time to time, and a beige dress is also covered. It's a bit dirty.
"I didn't expect a dignified Miss Qi family to end up in this field." The woman looked at this lonely figure and couldn't help but said.
But I didn't want to, the words just fell, the people inside seemed to have heard them, suddenly turned their faces, and a white and beautiful face appeared in front of the two in an instant.
Although the facial features are not as beautiful as Qi Ziyan, they are obviously similar to Qi Ziyan by seven points, but they can be distinguished at a glance.
Teng Kun's eyes shrunk slightly, but he never thought that the woman suddenly got up, only heard a Peng Di behind the door, she had already rushed to the door like a crazy animal, her mouth opened wide, and her white and beautiful face instantly became a little distorted. .
"Be careful, master." The woman stepped forward anxiously, shielding Teng Kun behind her back.
"It's okay." Teng Kun flicked his hand, motioning her to retreat.
"Yes." The woman stepped back.
After hearing the door and being hit again, the people in the room seemed to be full of hostility towards the two standing people. They were very excited and kept opening their mouths, trying to bite them. However, there was still a door behind them, so they could only stay at the door. After venting.
Looking at this woman who looked so similar to Qi Ziyan, Teng Kun's eyes shrank slightly, flickering.
"Master?" The woman couldn't help but see Teng Kun staring at the people in the room for a while.
"Have you checked the reason for her madness?" Suddenly the man said quietly.
"It is said that Miss Qi once had a beloved person, but when the emperor gave her a marriage certificate, she went crazy, maybe because she didn't want to marry him, she was tortured crazy!"
"Who is that person?"
"This subordinate doesn't know, not even her parents."
Hearing this, his eyes flickered and he began to think again.
"Master, judging from the results, there is nothing special in this. Do you still need to check the identity of the princess?" Suifeng suddenly said.
"Yes, send someone to find out Chen Derong. In addition, secretly let people always pay attention to this young lady's movement."
"Yes, the subordinates understand."
Immediately afterwards, I heard a footstep coming from the outhouse.
"These things, put them here." Steward Xu's commanding voice came again, thus awakening the dozing Yumei.
Opening her eyes in a misty manner, she also noticed the movement outside.
"Go and take a look." Qi Ziyan sat up straight with the book beside her.
"Yes." Yumei rubbed her eyes and got up.
"Quick, put this here." In the outhouse, I saw more than a dozen households carrying various kinds of furniture, waiting outside the courtyard, moving into the house one by one. Steward Xu stood at the door, directing with a serious face. .
"Steward Xu, are these new furniture for the young lady?" Yumei stepped forward and asked when she saw this scene.
Steward Xu turned around to see her, and then calmly said, "No, these are all the Lord's things."
Qi Ziyan, who was sitting inside, immediately collapsed upon hearing this.
"Miss." Seeing Qi Ziyan coming out, Yumei whispered and walked to her side.
"All stop for me first." With a finger, she came to the door.
The family members therefore all froze in place.
"Steward Xu, move your prince's belongings back to the original place." Liu frowned, she said hard.
Steward Xu raised his eyes to look at her, calmly and respectfully said: "This is what the prince meant, and the old slave is only acting on orders."
"According to orders to act, in your eyes this palace is really your master?" Qi Ziyan looked at him dissatisfied.
Just as Steward Xu wanted to say something, only a leisurely and majestic voice came from behind him: "What are you doing all in a daze? Move in for this king."
When she shifted her gaze, she saw the man in the ink gauze and brocade suit under the sun. She saw his hands behind her back, putting on the high-end shelf of the prince.
"Teng Kun, didn't you live here last night? Why did you move things over?"
He cast his gaze and looked at the displeased little face standing at the door, the corners of his mouth twitched again, and he took a step forward with a leisurely look.
Raising his eyebrows, he said as he walked towards the door: "Last night, there was something that the king hadn't finished, so he went back to the study. Later, after thinking about it, I still live in your house anyway. It's better to move the things you need. Come here, so I don’t have to run to the study and work here, which saves trouble and can monitor you. Why not?"
"Teng Kun, why did I promise to let you live in? Besides, the dignified prince came to squeeze in such a small room with me. Wouldn’t it be wrong for the prince?" After realizing that Teng Kun is becoming more cheeky, Qi Ziyan also thinks It's done, implying that you want to be calm, don't always be easily irritated by this smelly man, for this, her eyes reveal a habit of calmness.
"I live in the same room with my princess, and this king is too happy to have time. How could he be wronged?" He reached her eyes and stretched out his hand unpreparedly. His right arm supported the door behind her and forced her to stick to it. Facade.
"You're not wronged, I'm wronged." Finally, she was still irritated by him, frowning.
"You don't want to move back to the spacious new house. You can't blame anyone if you're wronged." Those evil eyes stared at her, and the corners of his mouth widened. Before she could say anything, he suddenly backed away, turned and walked in: "Move in quickly and don't delay this king's office hours."
"Yes." His cold voice made the stiff family members continue to move.
Behind him, Qi Ziyan stared at him angrily, "Please let the princess." At this time, butler Xu reminded her.
She backed away bitterly, watching them fill up her house one by one, and even put pots of perfume lilies.
"Miss, what should I do now?" Yumei tugged at the hem of her clothes and said softly.
"How do I know what to do?" She said angrily, without even looking at Teng Kun, and hurried back to her own collapse.
"If you really don't want to, then hurry up?" Yumei lowered her voice to the lowest level to prevent Teng Kun from hearing it.
"What to rush? He is so rascal, can he rush away?" she replied angrily.
Hearing this, Yumei shut her mouth and looked at Qi Ziyan's displeased face, and suddenly raised a somewhat ambiguous smile.
Miss ah miss, where is it that you can't drive the prince away, it's clear that you don't really want to drive the prince away.
How can she not know the young lady's temperament, unless she is willing, no one can control her.
After a stick of incense, the outside arrangement was finally completed, and Steward Xu gave a salute and left with everyone.
Behind Qi Ziyan’s sleeping collapse, there is a high mahogany platform. Originally there was a bookcase on which was a guqin that she never touched. Now when Teng Kun comes, she moves her small bookcase and qin together. Go, put on a large mahogany table one meter eight long and one meter wide, occupying the piece of her high platform.
Teng Kun didn't say much at this time. Qi Ziyan pretended to read his own book, and he just sat cross-legged and read the memorials piled up on the case. There are too many things about the country and the emperor's old age. , Generally, some things that are not very important but must be dealt with in a timely manner are assigned to several emperors to deal with, which can also be regarded as training their ability to deal with matters.
After some movement just now, the West Wing Yard returned to quiet in the afternoon.