"Tell the concierge to open the door and let some air in. It's very stuffy."

"yes."

Qiufeng withdrew, and Qiulin quickly came up to him, with a look of gloating on his face: "Have you been trained by the master?"

Qiu Feng glanced at him but said nothing.

Qiulin touched his nose and followed him in a nonchalant voice, saying in a nonchalant voice: "My master is unhappy today, I'm afraid it's because he didn't see the little princess."

Qiu Feng remained silent, but felt like a mirror in his heart.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "I hope that little princess is not acting on a whim."

Qiulin understood what he meant. She came to provoke her master regardless, but it was fine if the master was not tempted.

But in this situation, the master clearly has something on his mind. If she really chickens out and gives up, the master will be hurt again.

"If this is really the case, I can guarantee that the little princess will never find a good husband in her life."

If you find him, you will get into trouble.

Qiulin's lips curled into a smile, but there was a coldness hidden in her eyes.

Time passed bit by bit, and two more hours passed. The book on the desk still had the same page open.

Ning Huaizhao felt extremely upset, frowned, threw the book aside, and almost knocked over the mask placed on the corner of the table.

Reaching out to pick up the wolf mask, Ning Huaizhao recalled in his mind Chi Wanyue wearing a cat mask and "howling" at him, and his throat couldn't help but move.

Ning Huaizhao stretched out his hand to put on the wolf mask, but within a few seconds, Qiulin pushed the door open and walked in, his voice mixed with his.

The usually bohemian tone is a little more awe-inspiring: "Master."

Ning Huaizhao hurriedly took off his mask, like a child who was caught doing bad things, with a layer of sullenness on his brows: "Have you even forgotten the rules?"

Qiulin quickly handed over his hand: "I know my mistake, but after receiving the message from the Hou Mansion, I didn't dare to delay, so I acted recklessly."

He has a lively temper and knows that by saying this, Ning Huaizhao will most likely not argue with him again.

Sure enough, Ning Huaizhao's expression softened a lot: "What did you say?"

"I'm going to ask you to meet me at Mantingfang on the banks of the Huaihe River at three o'clock in the morning."

"Well, let's go down."

He gave a cold and indifferent voice, and seemed to have no emotion, but it could be seen that Ning Huaizhao's mood had eased a lot.

Qiulin looked up and said tentatively: "Master, in that palace..."

Hearing him mention it, Ning Huaizhao's eyes turned cold: "Just say that I am unwell."

Qiulin raised his eyebrows without any trace, knowing that this would be the result.

"Yes, then I will send someone to inform you."

"Um."

When Ning Huaizhao returned to Beijing, the emperor had summoned him twice. The first time, Ning Huaizhao said that he had just returned to Beijing and was tired of traveling and traveling. This time, he said he was not feeling well.

Ning Huaizhao thought of the so-called father who lived in the palace, and raised the corners of his lips in mockery.

I remember that when Concubine Yang was still alive, she begged him so many times to come and visit the cold palace, but he never agreed.

Ning Huaizhao still had illusions about his parents' love at that time, so he ran out of the Leng Palace regardless, stopped Luan Jia, smashed his forehead, and only asked him to go to the Leng Palace to see Concubine Yang.

As a result, the aloof emperor looked at him like a tarsal maggot and was so disgusted that he was pulled down and almost beaten to death.

When he returned to the cold palace, he thought he would get the love and affection from Concubine Yang, but he was beaten and scolded by her again.

From then on, Ning Huaizhao never called her mother concubine again, and she also lost the last bit of illusion about father's love and mother's love.

Recalling the past, Ning Huaizhao couldn't help but squeeze his fingers, but he only heard a "click".

He quickly let go, looked down, and saw a crack in the wolf mask in his hand.

Ning Huaizhao frowned and brought the mask close to his eyes to look at it. The crack was as long as two knuckles.

Rubbing the pads of his thumbs a few times, Ning Huaizhao pursed his lips tighter.

*

The Mantingfang on the banks of the Huaihe River is brightly lit, with the singing of birds and swallows, and it is very lively.

Mantingfang refers to the entire area along the Huaihe River, where there are young lovers who are in love and young men from aristocratic families who come to have fun.

There are several painted boats on the Huaihe River, and the sound of silk and bamboo can be heard all the time.

When Chi Wanyue arrived, she saw a red lantern hanging on a boat, which was a signal to her.

She stopped and looked at the skylark next to her. There was still a bit of excitement and joy in her weak voice.

"Skylark, look, is there anything wrong with me?"

Yunque couldn't help but laugh at her: "Princess, you have asked me how many times along the way, don't worry, no matter the clothes, accessories, or makeup, they are all very beautiful. Prince Jin will definitely be stunned when he sees them."

Chi Wanyue smiled with her eyes bent, looking charming: "This is the first time Ah Zhao has asked me to go out, so of course I have to leave a good impression."

Seeing her like this, Yunque couldn't help but sigh: "Yes, yes, as soon as you heard that the prince made an appointment with you, you didn't even care about your illness. You are still weak. What if you get cold again tonight?"

what to do?"

"I'm fine. Azhao made an appointment with me. I'm more than half recovered from my illness."

Chi Wanyue spoke and walked towards the painting boat.

Skylark followed her and couldn't help curling his lips.

When I went out, I used rouge to cover up my pale face. I was obviously not feeling well yet, but I had to go to the appointment.

She really doesn't understand the matter of having a lover.

On another painting boat not far away, Pei Yan was sitting in it. Because of the injury he sustained during the day, his face was pale, he was weakly leaning on the table, and he coughed a few times.

The book boy who followed him, Yin Mo, spread out his cloak and put it on him, glanced at the painting boat not far away, and said in confusion: "My lord, haven't you always wanted to reconcile with the little princess? Why is she dating you now?

Instead, you avoided it?"

Pei Yan coughed again and raised his eyes to look at the boat opposite. The light and shadow in his eyes flickered, and he looked confused and couldn't see clearly.

Before he could speak, Yin Mo suddenly showed a look of realization: "I know. In the past, every time the little princess got into a tantrum, the adults would calm her down. But when the little princess got too upset, the adults wouldn't see her, but she would come up to her.

I rushed here to sue for peace. Your Excellency, you said that this move was hard to get."

Yin Mo spoke with great interest, thinking that he had guessed his master's thoughts this time.

Pei Yan shook his head: "No."

Going forward, he treated Chi Wanyue like flying a kite, treating her as if she were aloof, pampering but not excessively. Because of this, Chi Wanyue was like a kite in his hand. No matter how pampered he was, the string was always in his hand, and he would never let her go.

Never worried.

But this time, Chi Wanyue's behavior was obviously different. She was humiliated in every possible way, but she never had a good look on her face. She was not afraid of chilling her heart at all.

A shadow fell over his brows, and Pei Yan spoke slowly: "I just feel that she has changed too much. She is not the same person as before. She seems to hate me now and wants to kill me. She didn't even look at me at noon today."

I was given twenty sticks in a blink of an eye, leaving no escape route, so how could I suddenly sue for peace?"


Chapter completed!