The little husband of the sick prince's family

A red light flashed in the dim room, and soon the note was burnt to ashes by the flames that climbed up.

Eunuch Qian looked at his nails expressionlessly, wondering what he was thinking about.

Yu Yi, who was kneeling at the bottom, felt a little nervous: Eunuch Qian's thoughts are always unpredictable, and if he is not careful, he will easily offend him, not to mention that he made Eunuch Qian feel unhappy today.

Yu Yi's light brown pupils shrank in an instant, her molars bit her light pink lips tightly, hesitated for a while, her knees rubbed against the floor, and she stepped forward silently, endured the pain and lightly hammered Eunuch Qian's thigh, and said in a soft voice : "Godfather, no matter how soon the holy medicine will arrive, it will take 2 to 3 days. Do you want to send some people to destroy Yuelai restaurant in the past few days?"

Eunuch Qian moved his eyes from the birdcage, and stared at Yu Yi who was kneeling humblely.

Small mountain eyebrows, crescent eyes... He looks shrewd, but he has no ink, and the words he speaks are thoughtless.

Eunuch Qian had a headache.

He tilted his body back, teasing the oriole in the cage, and said casually in his tone: "This matter is not urgent, let's see the will of the Holy One first. You should also take care of it. We are slaves, don't worry about it." Don't step on the master's head, do what you are asked to do, you should do it in a regular manner, don't forget who you are, next time you commit a crime, you will be punished yourself, and step down."

The voice mixed with laughter was soft and without any deterrent effect. The people who heard it seemed to be shivering in the cold weather.

"Thank godfather for the reminder." Yu Yi kowtowed tremblingly in thanks, knowing very well in her heart that this was the last warning Eunuch Qian gave him.

There will never be another time...

In the dark, Yu Yi's expression was not as remorseful and fearful as his voice showed, his pair of dark and bright eyes were full of ambition.

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As Zou Yun expected, the response to the wine was very good. After learning that the wine was only for free and not for sale, many young masters and masters who dined in specially paid an extra dry pot fee, just to taste a few more sips.

What's more, he threatened to pay for all the dishes in the store today, but Ning Ge'er, who was in charge of serving the dishes, stuttered in fright, and after some persuasive words, the man reluctantly drank the last sip of wine, turned around and left .

Song Dazhuang and Ning Ge'er looked at each other and smiled, both of them had expressions of "it can be regarded as sending this difficult ancestor away".

"Young master this week is really a strange person." Ning Ge'er rubbed his forehead and sighed. After hard work, the young master who is accustomed to delicacies from mountains and seas entangled with them for a whole hour for a small pot of wine, and he almost rolled around and acted cute. like a child.

……

Under the eaves, Zou Yun was wearing a snow-white fox fur and a woolen hat specially woven by Mrs. Song, sitting on a small stool and flipping through the recipes in every possible way.

The bright sunlight slanted on his white and glowing face, making his face extremely delicate, and even the surrounding scenery was slightly inferior.

"Brother Yun, are you feeling better?" Qi Lin held a few sour green dates still stained with water in his hands, squatted in front of Zou Yun, and carried his wind-blown messy hair behind his ears .

In winter, the cold wind was biting, and the doors and windows in the kitchen were closed, leaving only a small vent. Zou Yun began to retch after a while, and was "driven" out of the kitchen by Aunt Song.

Zou Yun looked up at the worried man, and shook his head. Because of the spiritual spring water, he was much more relaxed than ordinary pregnant women. Even the sudden discomfort just now was due to the heavy smell of oily smoke in the kitchen.

"I heard from Brother Ning that there are two strange customers in the store today?" The wind outside was getting stronger and stronger, Qi Lin raised his hand and Zou Yun folded his cloak, as if asking a few questions inadvertently.

Zou Yun stopped biting the jujube and gave Qi Lin a general description of the appearance and behavior of the two.

The more he said, Qi Lin's face became more serious, and there seemed to be endless sullenness between his brows.

He had never lost his composure in front of Zou Yun before, and his always good restraint seemed so insignificant at this moment.

It wasn't until Zou Yun wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear: "It's okay..." His reason slowly came back.

Qi Lin's red eyes met Zou Yun. He wanted to explain dryly, but he didn't know where to start. There were too many right and wrong in the matter between him and the emperor, and he couldn't explain it clearly in a few words.

After a while, he said dryly: "Brother Yun, give me some more time about my identity and my origin, and I will confess to you clearly."

Qi Lin originally thought that he obeyed the emperor's will, abolished all his martial arts, and went to a place thousands of miles away from the imperial palace, where he would no longer pose any threat. Unexpectedly, at this point, the emperor would not let him go.