A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Qin Dachuan raised his head and looked at the bright sun, which was quite warm. "Xiao Quanzi, hurry in, or you'll get embarrassed."

"Oh." Yang Fuquan was a little unhappy.

Zhao Bai clenched his hands into fists under his sleeves and turned to look towards the second floor of the tavern. At this moment, there was nothing in the window. He flicked his sleeves and turned around to leave.

"Zhao..." Zhang Jin wanted to ask him to go in and eat noodles together, but Teng Chong pulled him back, "You eat your noodles, and don't worry about the matters between big shots!"

"..." Isn't Zhao Bai in the same office room as them?
Teng Chong patted him on the head, "He is the prince of the county."

Also.

It's a cold winter day, but under the warm sunshine of this afternoon, there are more and more people walking on the street, and it's becoming more and more lively. The sounds of ordinary people chatting, the sounds of vendors hawking...

Intertwined together, merged into the passing years of time.

The curtain of the carriage fell down, blocking out the hustle and bustle outside.

Yeats seemed uncomfortable after not riding in Pei Shaoqing's carriage for a long time. He always squeezed towards the door, as if he could jump off the carriage and escape at any time.

Pei Jingning frowned slightly, glanced at the corner of her mouth, took out the handkerchief from his sleeve pocket, and leaned over. Yeats was so frightened that he jumped to the other side of the carriage: "Sir... Your Excellency..."

"do not move!"

The higher-ups ordered him to stop, and Yeats was so frightened that he clung to the wall of the carriage and moved.

The space is small.

Pei Jingning leaned forward, with broad shoulders and broad back, completely covering the slender Yeats.

"Sir..." Help, why are you so close!

Their eyes faced each other, and they could see each other through their pupils. Yeats felt a pressure like water filling his throat, making it difficult to breathe.

"Sir... Your Majesty..." Yeats wanted to snatch the silk head from someone's hand.

"Don't move!" Mr. Shaoqing stretched out his hand to wipe the soup from the corner of Yeats's mouth. Yeats was so frightened that he leaned back: "Sir... I... I will do it myself..." Didn't your husband teach you that there are differences between men and women, and there is no difference between giving and receiving? Dear?

She wanted to snatch the silk head from Lord Shaoqing's hand, but unfortunately, Lord Shaoqing's hands were always keen to avoid it, so she couldn't catch it.

"Don't move!" Those two words were repeated again.

Yeats's old face turned red with a hopeless look, "Master Shaoqing, wasn't it obvious enough that she refused last time?"This girl doesn’t want to fall in love, she just wants to have a career!

As if there was some old dirt on the corner of Yeats's mouth, Mr. Shaoqing wiped it very slowly. Just when Yeats couldn't help but wanted to take action again, he said quietly: "Can someone stay in Dali Temple to handle the case? It seems that there is only one sentence!"

Yeats' hand that was about to pull someone away suddenly stopped in mid-air, his eyes blinking again and again. What does Mr. Shaoqing mean?She stared at him.

The carriage rumbled forward.

The wind occasionally lifts a corner of Jiao's curtains, and Master Pei's face is immersed in the shadow of the backlight. His eyes are slightly closed, his eyelashes are long and dense, casting a faint shadow under his eyelids. His eyebrows are as long as swords, and his lips are light and thin. It no longer looked as imposing and stern as it used to when seen from a distance, and it looked tender and affectionate.

The little lady finally calmed down, and Pei Jingning raised his long eyebrows slightly. He knew it, and he was secretly proud. The pads of his wiping fingers were just a little bit away from the soft corners of the little lady's lips...

He touched the red lips a little bit, and his eyes flashed again and again... and he moved his fingertips forward...

Lord Shaoqing didn't respond for a long time, and Ye Zhi called out uneasily: "Sir?"

Just when he was about to touch the redness... he was stopped by the little lady's call.

With a retraction of his hand, Mr. Pei stuffed the silk scarf into his sleeve pocket and sat upright, looking graceful and elegant, as if he had to wipe the corners of his mouth just now was just an illusion.

"En." After a long time, Mr. Pei hummed a word.

"Ah!" Yeats was stunned, "Do we have to talk about it?"

"Huh?" Pei Jingning looked at Yeats.

What hmm?Sir Shaoqing, Sir Shaoqing, it is inconvenient for us to fall in love: first, we are both in Dali Temple, and we are all serving as men. If someone sees me, my sleeves will be cut off properly;
Second, there is no result at all if the family is not in the right place. Talking about it is in vain and is a waste of each other's lives!
Yeats couldn't hold back a word for a long time.

Pei Jingning's long eyebrows were raised high, and his pair of auspicious phoenix eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, but also seemed to contain some deep meaning.

It seems that if Yeats dares to say one word "no", her disguise as a man will be revealed to the world.

hmmm...

Yeats was slumped and his shoulders slumped, "I...must expose the fact that I disguised myself as a man?"

Everything has been reported to the emperor, so the matter of identity is not a problem for the time being.

Seeing that Yeats cared so much, Pei Jingning said deliberately: "Then it depends on your performance!"

Yeats pursed his lips, raised his eyes, bit his lips again and then lowered his head, his voice was like a gnat: "Okay then!"

Pei Jingning suspected that he had heard wrongly, so he calmed down and asked her, "What's that 'okay'?"

"That's what you want, my lord..."

...Hmm, let’s talk if you want. Anyway, he’s good-looking, so we won’t suffer.

"Really?" Pei Jingning reached out and held Yeats' soft little hand.

Yeats wanted to struggle out, but looking at his white and slender hands, which were as weak as a scholar's, he didn't expect that he was quite powerful in holding someone back.

"Huh?" Pei Jingning asked for confirmation again.

Yeats nodded.Pei Jingning secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his Zhizhi finally agreed.

"Is it cold?" Pei Jingning rubbed Yeats's cold little hands with both hands to help her warm up, wrapped her big hands around her little hands, and instantly her boyfriend burst out with strength.

The warmth from the man's palm spread through the back of his hand to Yeats' whole body, which seemed to be more comfortable than the hot water muffle under the quilt!This seems like a good idea!Yeats felt as if he could accept it.

Finally holding the soft jade hand of the young lady whom he missed so much, Pei Jingning's whole body was filled with warmth and tenderness like a spring breeze.

Without Yeats to lead them, Ye Lan and the others were not in the mood to buy things, and hurried home after buying a few items.

In winter, the sun sets early, and it is almost evening when they arrive home. Mrs. Ye He has set up a large table of dishes at home, and is waiting for her daughter to come back to serve them.

When Ye Lan and others saw the mistress, they bowed carefully and returned to the room carefully.

Ye He thought her daughter was tying the horse rope behind, so she stood on the porch and looked out the door until Yang Fuquan was the last one to come in and close the door.

"Where's Zhi'er?" She walked down the steps with a worried look.

Yang Fuquan smiled and said, "Auntie, Brother Ye was called by Pei Shaoqing."

"Isn't it a holiday today? Is there still business to do?" Ye He looked outside anxiously, "It's almost dark, and she's alone outside..." How could she feel relieved.

Yang Fuquan had a boyish smile on his face, "Auntie, don't worry, even if Brother Ye comes back late, Mr. Pei will send him back."

"Oh!" Ye He was still worried. He opened the courtyard door and looked towards the alley, "It's not good to be outside so late!"

After all, her 'son' is a girl. If that adult... Ye He didn't dare to think about it.

Pei Jingning took Yeats to a private restaurant. The room was burning charcoal, the cold wind was howling outside, but it was as warm as spring inside.

Master Shaoqing ordered a table full of Yeats's favorite dishes. Not only that, he also sat next to her, picking up dishes for her from time to time, "Try this..."

"Sir, you should eat too!"

Yeats liked to eat light Huaiyang cuisine in her previous life. She went to Yangzhou some time ago and found herself at home like a fish in water. She ate a lot of famous Yangzhou dishes. At some point, Pei Shaoqing remembered it and actually brought her here to eat.

Yeats had never been in love, so he didn't know what it was like for men and women to get along. However, in his previous life, he had handled many cases where scumbag men complained about women, and he always felt that true love only existed in poetry and books.

Pei Jingning's eyes were full of smiles, and he motioned to Yeats to pinch him.

She was really not used to it, but everyone gave her a piece of it, and Yeats felt embarrassed not to return the favor, so he had to give a piece of it to Mr. Shaoqing.

Pei Jingning naturally ate the food served by Yeats and asked her, "Does your father really raise you as a man?"

"Yes!" Yeats had the memory of him. "I have been practicing martial arts with him since I was a child, in spring, summer, autumn and winter, all year round."

"Then did your father say when you would return to your daughter's body?"

Yeats snorted, "If my lord hadn't found out, I would have lived as a man for the rest of my life."

Pei Jingning frowned, "What about getting married? Marry a woman as a man?"

Yeats shook his head: "I don't know either."

"Fortunately you met me."

"..." Yeats didn't understand.

Pei Jingning raised his eyebrows slightly, "I have everything."

everything?The words of a man when he is in love are the worst to be heard. Yeats murmured secretly, but she was not a spoiler, she was very supportive and had a sweet smile, "How kind of you, sir!"

Pei Jingning was very proud, leaning lazily on the armchair, with one arm on the armrest and one hand on Yeats's armchair, as if holding Yeats in his arms.

Yeats did not notice this detail. Although she was not interested in the ancient noble master and did not think there would be anything between her and him in the end, at this moment, it was quite relaxing to stay with him, chatting and eating.

The two of them chatted here and there, talking about legal issues, local customs, and cases. They talked about whatever came to mind until their stomachs were so full that they couldn't eat anymore.

Pei Jingning took Yeats's hand and left the private restaurant to send her home.

It wasn't until he entered his yard and closed the door that Yeats was awakened by the cold wind: Is this a date?

"Zhi'er... Zhi'er..." Ye He had been waiting for her daughter. When she heard the sound of the door opening, she hurriedly came out.

"Mom, you haven't slept yet!"

Ye He wanted to open the door to see who was outside, but was stopped by Ye Zhi, "Xiao Quanzi, let me tell you, our lord has something to talk to me about."

Yeats, who lied, felt guilty: "It's too late, I'm going to bed, mother, you should go to bed too."

How could Mrs. Ye He sleep? Her daughter was raised as a son. If...she was so upset, how could she sleep?

On New Year's Eve, the capital was abuzz with feasting, wealthy businessmen and businessmen took the opportunity to give gifts and gain connections, and officials of all sizes took the opportunity to make money.

In the middle of the night, people at a party in a private dining room of a private restaurant were leaving one after another. The waiter and the waiter came in to clear the table. As soon as he opened the door, a thick smell of blood hit his face.

The waiter reached out and fanned his nose. The smell of blood was too strong, so he simply covered his nose. He felt something was wrong, so he didn't go any further, but looked at the small tables in the private room.

I didn't notice anything unusual. Just when I was about to lift my feet, my eyes glanced at the small square table with wine and cups against the inner wall. There was a middle-aged man lying on it. Looking down, I saw a knife stuck in his chest.

And blood was flowing down the handle of the knife.

The waiter was so frightened that he fell to the ground. After a few breaths, he realized what he was doing, pushed away the handyman who was following him, and shouted: "Kill people... kill people..."