An old man pushed the cart with difficulty and passed by them. The inner city entertainment taverns and gambling shops were closed, but the rice shops that maintained the lives of the people were still operating normally. The weather was pretty good today, and the peony flowers in Linfang were blooming in a strong and pleasant way, and there were many business vendors on the street.

Yan Qing hurriedly stepped forward to help, Chunxi reacted and also stepped forward to push the cart.

The old man was pushing fresh fruits and vegetables. After arriving at the stall, he stuffed a few cabbages into Yan Qing's hand, smiled kindly, and said, "Thank you, girl."

Yan Qing urged to let go: "Grandpa, you don't have to be polite, it's all a trivial matter. Your Highness always teaches us to be willing to help others and help the weak."

Upon hearing this, the old man's face changed instantly: "Are you the Living King of Hell?"

At this time, he seemed to see the man who had been following Yan Qing, and his face became even more ugly, as if he was even more terrified than seeing a zombie.

"Uh..." Yan Qing's mouth was grinning even more, revealing eight standard teeth: "Yes, actually..."

"You, what do you mean?" The old man looked alert, "I... I'm just an old man selling vegetables, and I have no grudges with you. What do you... want to do?"

"I...you...ah!" The old man was so anxious that he couldn't speak well. Without waiting for Yan Qing to answer, he pushed her away and pushed the cart away.

While running, he shouted: "The Living Hell is here! Run, run!"

This sound was full of energy, and it was not as staggering as it was at the beginning, and it was old.

As a result, the streets that were not originally deserted became noisy, and people suddenly became like birds and beasts and fled everywhere.

"Hey!" Yan Qing stretched out his hand in vain, but he didn't even touch the corner of his clothes.

After a turbulent war, the people on the main street ran away.

Say: "..."

It seems that it is useless to try to regain Zhao Chuyun's reputation.

Zhao Chuyun stepped forward and sneered at Yan Qingqing: "It's a waste of time."

"Princess, why are you talking about him for nothing?" Chunxi patted the gray on his hand fiercely. Seeing Zhao Chuyun walking away, she was a little gloating, "Look, it scared people."

"Believe it or not, you helped the old lady home, and he snatched the child's candied haws."

Yan Qing scratched his head helplessly, patted Chunxi and said, "Okay, stop talking, go quickly."

"Oh." Chunxi drooped her face, "Princess, do you think Mr. Luo will accept you as a disciple?"

Luojia School has the life sign of Luo Zhian. Many high-ranking officials and nobles are rushing to send their children to the mansion, so Luojia School has a few more thresholds. In addition to their identity, they also have to depend on qualifications. Only by passing the entrance examination can you enter the mansion and listen to the school.

Yan Qing undressed his arm and shook his head and said, "I don't know, it doesn't matter if I don't accept it, I have another way."

"Okay." Chunxi nodded and walked back and turned around.

Yan Qing followed Zhao Chuyun with great strides. It was really her fault that she had done something wrong. She looked at Zhao Chuyun's expression carefully and thought about how to coax him.

Zhao Chuyun glanced at her and said coldly: "You'd better have a way to solve the curse."

Zhao Chuyun turned left and right with Yan Qing, and finally arrived at a black painted door. Looking at the narrow black painted door in front of him, Zhao Chuyun questioned: "That's it?"

Yan Qing looked carefully at the number next to the door - No. 39 Zhuque Street. That's right. Isn't it a pawnshop? Why is there nothing? There is no sign.

Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, and finally knocked on the door.

A little boy in a black cloak came to open the door: "Who are you looking for?"

This man looked very young, but his voice was extremely low and hoarse. Yan Qing bent over and said hello: "Is it Chunfeng pawn shop?"

The little boy glanced up and down and said, "This is the Chunfeng Pawnshop."

Yan Qing breathed a sigh of relief and was about to step in. The boy reached out to stop him and said, "No one can enter Chunfeng pawn shop without following the rules."

Rules? It’s not the code word, right? Yan Qing looked at Xiaotong with a little disgusting: “Jidu is gentle, forever?”

The little boy instantly raised an eight-teeth smile: "See, please come with me."

Say: "..."

Zhao Chuyun followed behind and said something: "What did you just say?"

Yan Qing waved his hand: "It doesn't matter, I will take the thing and leave immediately!"

Three days later, Luo Jianrong, the old man in Luo Mansion, celebrated his 70th birthday, and the whole Luo Mansion was full of joy and lively.

"Yunzhi, you are here. Mother has prepared spicy horns and is waiting for you to eat!"

As soon as Zhao Chuyun entered the door, Luo Chen came up to meet him. He smiled and asked, "How is Aunt Xia's health recently?"

Luo Chen pulled him to speed up and said, "It's good. Today, my grandfather's birthday is celebrated, and the mansion is lively, and my mother looks much better."

Zhao Chuyun nodded, followed him forward, suddenly he glanced at someone sharply, and he pointed to the other side and asked, "What do those women do?"

Luo Chen replied: "Oh, that's the dancer who performed today."

"Dancer?" Zhao Chuyun curled his lips and smiled.

Yan Qing and a group of dancers were taken to the guest room. While they were cleaning up, she found an opportunity to run out.

The crabapple flowers in Luofu are blooming lively and must have been taken care of. Each branch and leaf is densely filled with layers, leaving no gaps. Just under the blooming crabapple flowers, there is a person standing.

Today, he had a jade hairpin and a simple blue and blue brocade dress. He looked like a jade-faced young man, not as he had seen before... with a cold and murderous aura, he seemed much more obedient.

Yan Qing immediately turned his head away at a glance. How could she forget! Zhao Chuyun's mother and Luo Rong, the second lady of Luo Mansion, are good friends. Zhao Chuyun and his son Luo Chen have a good relationship. Such an important day will definitely come.

Really, why did the two of them meet such a big mansion? Yan Qing comforted Zhao Chuyun psychologically and didn't see him, and walked back.

"stop!"

Yan Qing's feet fleeing stiffened on the spot, and she could only say hello with a tough bullet: "Haha, what a coincidence!"

"Unfortunately," Zhao Chuyun looked her up and down, and the corners of his lips were pursed into a straight line. "What kind of shape are you? Where have you been going in the next few days? How could he come to Luo Mansion?"

After eating Pure Love Fruit that day, Yanqing ran away. He didn't know that she could hide it so much.

Yan Qing looked at her outfit and became more and more embarrassed. The dancer's clothes were not exposed, and all the places they should not be exposed were exposed. She smiled and said, "I heard that the crabapple flowers in Luofu are a great one. I'm here to appreciate them."

"Begonia flowers?" Zhao Chuyun turned around, searched in a sea of ​​flowers, then picked the most beautiful one, and walked towards Yanqing.

He leaned forward, gently lifted Yan Qing's chin, and pinned the flower behind her ear: "Do you know the flower language of the crabapple flower?"

Her slender fingers intentionally or unintentionally stroked her cheeks. Yan Qing froze all over and suddenly became a little nervous. She immediately took a step back and evacuated Zhao Chuyun's territory.

She raised her smile and said suspiciously: "The flower language of crabapple flowers?"

Zhao Chuyun didn't care about her movements either. He looked at her face left and right, as if he was very satisfied, and said, "It looks good."

Say: "..."

"There is a promise, and the flowers are not bad. Have you forgotten your promise to me? As an apology, please give me a cup of tea." Zhao Chuyun finished speaking on his own and walked forward.

Yanqing: "????"

What promise?

Alas, a headache!

Yan Qing bowed and said, "It may not work today. I still have something to do,"

She turned around and ran in the opposite direction of Zhao Chuyun.

"You must not want to be recognized by someone when you get into the dancer?"

Before he could run a few steps, Zhao Chuyun's voice came again.

Yan Qing was helpless. Can he make less trouble? She was going to save his life!

"Oh, who is this?" Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Chuyun put his hands on his chest, instantly raised his voice and shouted.

"Stop!" Yan Qing quickly raised his hand to stop her. She had no choice but to hold her forehead and said, "Stop calling, I'll go with you."

In fact, she was not afraid of being recognized, but if she became familiar with Luo Mansion, she would not be able to investigate the matter.

Following Zhao Chuyun, he arrived at a small pavilion where the crabapple flowers bloomed better.

A tea set was prepared on the stone table, and strong tea was burned on the teapot, and the tea fragrance lingered.

Yan Qing finished his seat and asked, "What's the matter with me? Tell me."

As soon as she asked, Zhao Chuyun was a little stunned. After a while, he looked into her eyes and said word by word: "Are you trustworthy, can you resurrect yourself?"

Resurrection with a corpse?

Anyone will find it ridiculous.

He won't want to cause trouble again, right?

Yan Qing picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then replied: "Don't believe it."

"The oil is gone and the lamp is dry, and people die like lamps are gone. If they can really revive the soul through corpses, sentient beings will not be afraid of death."

If you are not afraid of death, Zhao Chuyun may be even crazier, right?

Zhao Chuyun looked straight at her, as if he wanted to see her through.

Yan Qing felt a little uncomfortable, she coughed lightly and said, "Why don't we talk about cooperation."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuyun raised his eyebrows and reached out to add tea to Yan Qing.

"You were actually robbing you to anger Lipin that day."

Zhao Chuyun's mother, Concubine Jing, followed him when the emperor was the crown prince. The two have shared the same relationship for many years, and the couple has a deep affection. Concubine Jing is a woman that Emperor Wen of Song really loved.
To be continued...