Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Qingyun pinched her eyebrows and pointed at the door, "That's the door over there, walk slowly, don't see me off, don't disturb my rest."

Yan Siyuan glanced at Qing Xiao complainingly, and Qing Xiao expressed his innocence. When he turned to look at Qingyun again, his eyes were full of worry.

"How many times do I need to do this kind of acupuncture?"

If it happened a lot and frequently, he was afraid that Qingyun's body wouldn't be able to bear it. This is not only a matter of physical strength, but also a matter of high concentration.

"One year, once a month, don't worry, you can adjust."

"That's good, you have a good rest and we'll go out first."

Yan Siyuan covered Qingyun with a quilt and pulled Qingxiao out. Qing Xiao crossed his arms and glanced at him, "Tell me, what's the matter?".

Yan Siyuan sat in front of the stone table and said, "The culprit who kidnapped Xueer has been found."

Qing Xiao said disdainfully: "You didn't find it just now, did you?"

"I found it a few days ago, but since you haven't taken any action, I thought you didn't find it."

"Do you think it's possible? I asked you why there's no movement at all. Are you waiting for me?"

Yan Siyuan leaned close to Qing Xiao and stared into his eyes, "What? You don't plan to avenge Xue'er?".

Qing Xiao felt a little uncomfortable being stared at and avoided Yan Siyuan's eyes, "How is that possible? It's just not time yet."

Yan Siyuan was not going to let him go and took advantage of the situation to pursue him. "It won't be time? Then when will the time be?"

Qing Xiao waved his hand impatiently, "It will happen one day, why are you so anxious?".

"Of course I'm anxious. This is related to Xue'er's safety. How can I not be anxious? Qing Junze, you are thinking about Lin Ruochu now, not Xue'er, right?"

"Yan Siyuan, what are you talking about? Ruochu is Ruochu, Xue'er is Xue'er, they are all important to me. Don't sow discord here."

"This is not the first time. You can bear it, but I can't."

Yan Siyuan turned around and left, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. Qing Xiao didn't stop him, he just looked at his back and fell into deep thought.

On this day, Qingyun was making incense in the yard to soothe the mind. The Queen Mother has run out of the sedative incense and wants to ask her for more. Because it is so easy to use, other fragrances are not as comfortable as Qingyun.

It’s just a little fragrant, and it’s a piece of cake for Qingyun. It’s just more cumbersome to add some medicinal ingredients to it.

Qiuyue took a handful of cakes, cleared a space on the stone table full of medicinal materials, and opened the cakes.

It was Zhai Ji's pastry. Qingyun hadn't eaten it for a long time and was worried about it, so she asked Qiuyue to buy some.

Qiuyue opened the cake and said, "Miss, many people on the street say that there is going to be a happy event in Zhao Shangshu's house."

Qingyun rubbed the incense sticks in her hands and responded nonchalantly, "What kind of happy event can the Zhao family have? The only one left is Zhao Wuxiao who has divorced. Could it be that he wants to marry his stepmother?"

"Yes, Mr. Zhao is going to step into the next wife's house."

Qingyun put down the incense in her hand and asked, "Who can I marry?" She had a bad feeling.

"Mr. Zhao's cousin, Miss Lin."

Bang! The incense in Qingyun's hand was slapped on the table and flattened.

Beautifully done! Zhao Wumian wants to marry Lin Ruochu, what should Qing Xiao do? Single? No, no, the Prime Minister's Mansion cannot deny the queen, she wants to help Qing Xiao get Lin Ruochu back.

Qingyun stood up, picked up her skirt and ran to Jingzhu Courtyard. Qiuyue quickly followed and said, "Miss, where are you going?".

"Go find my big brother."

"But the young master is no longer at home."

Qingyun stopped and looked at Qiuyue doubtfully, waiting for her answer.

Qiuyue also came to a sudden stop: "Miss, you have forgotten that the young master is on duty today and he is still in Dali Temple."

Qingyun patted her head. She was so anxious that she forgot that Qingxiao was at Dali Temple.

"Then let's go to Dali Temple." Change the route and start running towards the gate.

Qiuyue ran in another direction, faster than Qingyun. When Qingyun arrived at the door, Qiuyue had already found a carriage waiting for her at the door.

Qingyun gave her a thumbs up, "It's really efficient."

Qiuyue knew that this was a compliment. Qingyun had said to her before, "Thank you, Miss, for the compliment."

The two got on the carriage and went directly to Dali Temple. As they approached the door, the carriage stopped.

Qingyun was still confused, so she heard the coachman say: "Miss, the gate of Dali Temple has been gambled, and I can't get through."

After getting off the carriage, the entrance of Dali Temple was indeed surrounded by people, making it impossible for the carriage to pass.

Qingyun squeezed into the crowd, and there was a corpse in the middle of the crowd. Although it was covered with a white cloth, it still emitted a terrible corpse smell.

There was a lean man playing a drum. There was a circle of people around, pointing.

"What's going on?" Qingyun asked the people around her.

There was an elder brother who said with a look of disgust: "This is a pair of adulterers and adulterers. Lying on the ground is the daughter-in-law of Lao Zhou's family. Lao Zhou was so kind to her. Who knew that she would take advantage of Lao Zhou's absence to have sex with a poor man?" The scholar has an affair.

Lao Zhou was upset and drank some wine, and accidentally beat his wife to death. Dali Temple is also a humane place and locked up Lao Zhou for half a month.

Now it seems that Lao Zhou is about to be released. Who would have thought that this scholar dug out his wife again and is now beating drums to express his grievances? Oh my god, what grievances can he have! ".

Qingyun glanced at the corpse, then at the scholar, and fell into deep thought.

Just at this time, the government officials also came out and took the body and the scholar in. Many people also followed, and Qingyun also followed the people outside the lobby.

In the hall, the scholar was kneeling, but his body was straight, not afraid of the majesty of the trial hall. On the wall in the middle of the lobby, there are words written by Emperor Yan himself: "Justice and Integrity".

After a while, Qing Xiao came over from behind and sat at the main seat, causing a commotion in the crowd.

"It's Qing Shaoqing, that's great."

"Your Majesty Shaoqing will try it personally and you will definitely get justice for Lao Zhou."

"Yes, yes." It seems that Qing Xiao is quite fair in the hearts of the people.

Qingyun found an excellent position, where she could not let Qingxiao see it, but also allow herself to see clearly.

Qing Xiao was dressed as an official, no longer as gentle as before, and became much more majestic. There is no expression on his face and his eyes are sharp, making people feel fearful just by looking at him.

The gavel slapped and there was a loud noise, which silenced the noisy crowd and frightened Qingyun.

"Bring it up." Qing Xiao's voice was cold and without warmth.

Lao Zhou was brought up and knelt next to the scholar. He was very excited when he saw the scholar. He immediately wanted to rush forward, "You son of a bitch, just steal my woman. You even dug her out, you are not a human being."

Being pinned down by two government officials, he could only struggle in vain, and the words he spoke became more and more unpleasant.

"If you say one more word, I will cut off your tongue." Qing Xiao's words were like a living king of hell.

In an instant, Lao Zhou was so frightened that he did not dare to speak and could only kneel down. But from time to time when she looked into the scholar's eyes, there was still resentment and dissatisfaction, and Qingyun even saw a hint of murderous intent.

Qing Xiao's eyes were cold, his tone was cold, and he slowly uttered one word: "Say."

The scholar bowed, and there was no big reaction from beginning to end. However, when Lao Zhou came out, the hatred in his eyes was obvious.