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

Seeing Chu Huaizhou pulling Wen Zeyi away, Qingyun shook her head helplessly.

Looking at Jin Shui who came back, "Is there any problem?"

"No, it's me," Jin Shui said respectfully.

"Then ask carefully. If you ask clearly, don't stay."

Qingyun looked at the tea in the teacup with a calm expression. It seems that what is said in the mouth is not a person's life or death.

After Jin Shui responded, he didn't speak again. Qingyun came back to her senses and looked at her, frowning slightly, "Why haven't you been on errands these days?"

Jin Shui has an official position. Although he uses Ji Er's name, his abilities are real.

Emperor Yan has been staying behind closed doors in recent days, and his morning court was also delayed for some time. But we are not giving those officials a holiday, they still have to do what they need to do. Jin Shui guarded her every day and never left.

Jin Shui hesitated for a while, but still said: "The humble position is considered to be the master's subordinate, so naturally he will not be on duty in the court. I originally participated in the Spring Palace to find signs of the Eternal One in the palace. Now people have found that the official position and the humble position are not the same." Words are of no use anymore.”

Qingyun frowned more tightly, remembering Gu Mingrui's previous words of praise for Jin Shui. Compared with him, it is even worse. It's really a bit unfair to have such a good brain next to her.

So he said: "You don't have to do this. Although you recognize me as the master, you are an individual. You don't have to follow me all the time unless necessary. Why not use your talents in the court to benefit the people?" .

Jin Shui was a little moved by what Qingyun said, but he was still hesitant because he was worried about his identity.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion relies on allies to gain a foothold in the court. If you can make great achievements in the court, it will be beneficial to me and the Prime Minister's Mansion," Qingyun continued to persuade.

Jin Shui understood what Qingyun meant. He knew that his talents were not low, but since he regarded others as his priority, how could he only think about himself, so he focused on Qing Yun and put his own thoughts behind him.

No one would want to serve as an official in the court and benefit the people. Everyone who participated in the Spring Festival probably had these thoughts, and he was no exception.

What Qingyun said now was exactly what he wanted. At the same time, he also knew that this was a gift given to him by Qingyun. Even if Qingyun forced him to stay with her, it would not be inappropriate.

He knelt down on one knee next to Qing Yun, nodded and lowered his eyebrows, and said firmly, "I thank you for your hard work, master, and I will definitely live up to your mission."

Qingyun frowned, she didn't want his bright future to be ruined because of her. He raised his hand to invite people to stand up, "Go ahead. Unless I summon you, it's your free time."

"Yes", Jin Shui stood up and left, his eyes full of gratitude to Qingyun.

The yard became quiet, and the breeze blew slowly, lifting the green hair beside Qingyun's ears and crossing her white and tender cheeks.

Qingyun poured herself another cup of scented tea. For some reason, the sweet tea in the past was now bitter and unbearable.

Emperor Yan has already drafted the imperial edict, and if nothing unexpected happens, it will be delivered to every house this evening.

Meng Xiaoxiao was executed for treason, but unfortunately it did not shake the Meng family. Although the Meng family suffered a heavy hemorrhage, its foundation is still there. Meng Xunji was like a loach, digging holes everywhere but unable to catch him.

Yan Jingcheng and Yan Yusen didn't even suffer any impact. At most, they were scolded a few times. Although they were no longer destined for that high position, it was still better than death.

Emperor Yan still couldn't bring himself to kill his own child, and he wanted to save it. But it doesn't matter, Qingyun doesn't care. They were just two idiots who were crippled by Meng Xiaoxiao, and they had little impact on her.

Yan Muen is dead, and now only Yan Siyuan can sit in that position.

Qingyun put down the tea cup, stood up and called Qiuyue to "prepare the car and go to Prince Xian's Mansion".

When Qingyun arrived, she was led directly to the backyard. Looking at Yan Qin'ao playing chess with Murong Yao, Qingyun did not step forward. Yu Chuan wanted to remind him loudly, but Qingyun raised his hand to stop him.

They were not far away, but they were blocked by the flowers and plants, making it difficult to detect them.

But according to Yan Qin'ao's vigilant temperament, he should have discovered the presence of several people long ago. Now, as if he didn't notice anything, he looked at the girl in front of him gently, with eyes full of love and indulgence.

"No, no, I won't leave here, I want to change."

Murong Yao's little face wrinkled into a ball, holding the chess piece in her hand, staring at the chessboard as if she was dead. The red dress is dazzling in the sunlight.

Regarding the girl's regret, Yan Qin'ao smiled instead of being angry. He shook his head helplessly, with a gentle and persuasive tone, "Playing chess is the way of a gentleman, but regretting chess is not what a gentleman does."

"I'm not a gentleman. If it doesn't work, I will regret the move, otherwise I will lose." Murong Yao was unwavering in his words and insisted on regretting the move.

Yan Qin'ao didn't force it, but was extremely indulgent and "just do whatever you want."

Murong Yao smiled, and the morning light shone on her face, shining like stars. Although it was morning and dusk, it was extremely hot, and soon, fine beads of sweat appeared on Murong Yao's face.

Yan Qin'ao took out the brocade handkerchief and wiped it for her. He also pushed the herbal tea and placed it next to her hand. "Don't worry, drink some water first."

Murong Yao drank the tea in one gulp and continued to stare at the chessboard seriously.

Yan Qin'ao seemed to be amused by her serious look, and the curvature of the corners of her mouth became wider and wider.

Qingyun never made a sound, listening to their conversation made her teeth sore.

He looked up and saw Shi Fenglan standing on the other side. Her hands holding the food box were clenched so tightly that they even trembled slightly. His lips were white and his face was colorless. Although rouge was applied, the dark spots under his eyes were not covered much.

Qingyun didn't know how long she stood there, or how much she heard. But seeing her like this, I couldn't help but feel worried.

Sensing Qingyun's gaze, Shi Fenglan raised her head and managed a decent smile. Take a deep breath and take a step forward.

Seeing Shi Fenglan coming over, Yan Qin'ao stopped smiling. Sitting calmly, as if he couldn't see her coming.

But Murong Yao raised a bright smile, "The princess is here, come and help me, Ali is bullying me."

Her almond-shaped eyes widened and her cheeks puffed out to accuse Yan Qin'ao of his behavior. Before Shi Fenglan could speak, Yan Qin'ao spoke first, "She doesn't know how to play chess, so it's useless to find her. Besides, you think everyone regrets playing chess like you do."

Although the words were meant to blame, the tone was so conniving and doting that one would have a toothache.

Shi Fenglan's hand holding the cake paused, and she smiled bitterly, "The prince is right, I am not good at playing chess, so Miss Murong should play with the prince."

Putting the cakes on the table, Shi Fenglan took a step back and bent towards Yan Qin'ao, "I, I, will make some cakes that Miss Murong likes. I won't disturb the prince and Miss Murong's chess game. Please leave first."

Shi Fenglan didn't even raise her head to take a look at Yan Qin'ao's expression. But Qingyun was glad that she didn't raise her head, because Yan Qin'ao's eyes never left Murong Yao.