[Through the book] The host always wants to hate the system

Li Yuan walked away with a flick of his sleeves, and the big man followed, the guard stepped forward and locked the door of Li Qi's room, he was wondering what the two brothers had said, two servants stepped forward to help Yan Qing up.

Yan Qing withdrew his hand and backed away, his heels resting on the steps, the sound of the sword being unsheathed made his heart shudder, Yan Qing only asked with a smile on his face, "What are you doing?"

The two servants smiled, and then saluted: "The two of us are sent by the prince to serve the young master. I am Hua Hong and she is Liu Lu."

Don't know, don't understand, don't look familiar.

Yan Qing thought about it, and then asked: "You don't get paid for nothing, Yan Qing is no more than a slave by the nineteenth master's side, how dare you ask your two sisters to serve you."

When Hua Hong heard the words, she blamed her: "Young master is a distinguished guest of the prince, so why can't you afford to be a distinguished guest? Could it be that the young master despises me and the two of us so he retreats?"

This is what it says...

Yan Qing guessed in his heart that Li Yuan probably got some news, or maybe it was because he wanted to get rid of him, so it was not hypocritical to evade a few words.

At first, he lived in the guest room, with adequate food and clothing, and he was happy and at ease. It wasn't until Yan Qing, who was sent to the lotus courtyard of the palace three days later, that something seemed wrong.

He remembered that this place should be the inner courtyard, right?

Looking at the scenery outside the house, Yan Qing began to mutter in his heart that for several days, the refreshments on his table have not been the same, and Huahong Liulu takes care of him every day like an ancestor.

He also remembered how Li Yuan asked Li Qi for himself, and he didn't think Li Yuan would take a fancy to him.

Yan Qing sat on the steps with her legs crossed and rested her chin with one hand, thinking about the plot.

This Li Yuan was originally an upright and straightforward person, but then he suddenly rebelled against him because of an old incident...

"Hurry up, Huahong, come here quickly..."

Liu Lu waved her hand to call Huahong who had just come back, she saw Yan Qing was unhappy when she came out early in the morning, she called Huahong over, the two of them squatted on the left and right and also looked at Yan Qing.

Liu Lu is very courageous, after these two days, she found out Yan Qing's temper and knew that he is not someone to be popular with, so she asked: "Sister, what do you think he is doing?"

Hua Hong was cautious and didn't carelessly like her and just said: "But I'm bored, I heard that a servant came to the house recently who is very good at talking, why don't you go and call him?"

"I know that boy, he's limping but has a sweet and funny mouth, sister, wait for me, I'll go find him right away."

Talking about the person running away, Yan Qing touched the green in front of her eyes, and she just asked, "What's the matter, so happy?"

Huahong didn't say anything, but only asked Yan Qing: "Master, I have something on my mind. I've been frowning all day, but we didn't take good care of it."

"No, no," Yan Qing shook his head, only thinking about why this girl always took care of herself, and said, "I just want to know how Master Nineteen is doing."

After Huahong heard this, she stopped talking, and Yan Qing knew that her reaction clearly meant that Li Qi was being bullied.

"Hua Hong, if he's not doing well, I don't have the heart to do anything else."

Huahong pouted and looked at an embroidered flower on the toe of the shoe: "I heard that these days I haven't eaten or drank, but my son, the Seventeenth Lord is the prince's younger brother, it will be fine."

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King Yong'an wished that his younger brother would die early...

He was cursing on one side, and Liu Lu on the other side had already brought someone, Jing Heng looked up and looked away, only to see a little servant limping over.

"Sir?"

"More stop?"