A little weak chicken came to Dali Temple

Yeats finally escaped from the cage, and the two hugged each other tightly on horseback.

In the middle of the night, the moon, obscured by dark clouds, reappears at some point. Its bright light shines on the streets and alleys, as if it is coated with a layer of silver light and sprinkles on people, like a dream.

There is still a lot of emphasis on fate between people.

Zhao Qi'an, Zhao Bai, Teng Chong and others guessed where Yeats might be more than an hour ago. However, because Zhao Qi'an was afraid of disturbing the situation, he had to wait until the next day to explore again. Zhao Bai was just a Dali Temple scholar. If not Because he was attracted by Yeats, he took this official position and came to Dali Temple to hang around and spend his time, unable to mobilize manpower to investigate the property of King Han.

After going round and round, Yeats finally fell into the arms of Pei Jingning.

"Zhizhi..." He hugged Ye Zhi tightly, as if she would disappear.

The bones were loose and nervous... being hugged tightly by Mr. Shaoqing... Yeats, who seemed to be weak in the wind, was really weak this time, and fainted in Pei Jingning's arms.

"Yeats..." Pei Jingning shouted, "Zhizhi... Yeats..."

Zhao Qi'an and other people rushed to Pei Jingning from the Star Picking Pavilion. They were also shocked, thinking that Ye Zhi had been poisoned. Zhao Bai shouted, "Zhao Qi'an, why don't you take people to raid the Lan Yue Tower?"

"Yes, Prince Zhao, they are going too far to treat little brother Ye like this." Teng Chong was so angry that he encouraged Zhao Qi'an to settle the score with Lan Yue Lou.

The only sober person here may be Zhao Qi'an. Due to his position, the sick, injured, and dead passed before his eyes, and he could tell them all at a glance.

He shook his head and snorted, "Pei Ziqian, Mr. Ye just fainted from hunger."

Pei Jingning suddenly stopped crying and asked Bai Lang to pick up the lantern. He stretched out his hand to feel his pulse and looked at the person carefully. Sure enough, he fainted from hunger.

The King of Han put cartilage powder in his meals. Yeats had three levels of strength to climb over the window today, but he didn't dare to eat the food in Lanyuelou. If he ate less, he would take in less cartilage powder.

At Zhao Qian's reminder, Yeats was brought into the Star-Zhaing Pavilion by Pei Jingning. Everyone followed him back to the Star-Zhaing Pavilion, except for Zhao Bai, who stood in the silent long street and looked at Lan Yue Tower. He couldn't move. Then he turned to look at Star Picking Pavilion. He couldn't go there.He lowered his head, turned around, walked down the long street, and slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

Qin Dachuan, who was the last one to enter the Star Reaching Pavilion, stopped at the door and looked towards the night. Zhao Sizhi disappeared into the night. He sighed deeply, shook his head, and entered the Star Reaching Pavilion with everyone else.

The next day, Yeats woke up. He quickly remembered everything about last night. He suddenly sat up and was so surprised that he lay beside the bed. Pei Jingning cried out happily, "Zhizhi, you're awake."

"Sir..." Yeats felt a lump in his throat when he finally saw Mr. Shaoqing again.

Pei Jingning was moved, reaching out through her armpits and hugging her tightly, "Zhizhi..."

Hug each other tightly again for the second time.

From the time Yeats disappeared to the present, for five days, they were on the verge of life and death almost every moment. If they were not careful, they would be separated forever.

"Dudu..." There was a knock on the door, and Bai Lang reminded: "Sir, it's time to go on duty now."

Yeats pushed Pei Jingning away and reached out to wipe his tears, but Pei Jingning held his hand down and wiped Yeats's tears with a handkerchief.

Yeats allowed Mr. Shaoqing to wipe her tears. It wasn't until she calmed down that she asked, "Sir, last night you..."

Pei Jingning understood what Yeats wanted to ask and shook his head, "No."

Yeats frowned: "I was clearly stunned by Monk Buran, and for some reason I appeared in Lanyue Tower. Could it be that the monk sent me here to flatter the King of Han?"

Pei Jingning's face lost all the tenderness, and his expression became serious: "Monk Butain?"

"Don't you know this person?"

"Never heard of it."

Yeats said, "I asked Uncle Qin to check this person, and he found not many, but he is a handsome monk, and many people know him." Pei Jingning frowned, not knowing what to think about, and after a while he said, "I will Let me go and stop staining you. How are you now? Do you feel any discomfort?"

At this moment, Yeats's hungry stomach growled, "Besides hunger, there seems to be nothing."

Pei Jingning was worried, but he didn't say much. Instead, he asked someone to bring breakfast in, and the two of them had breakfast together.

"You rest here first, and I'll come over to see you in the afternoon."

Yeats said: "I want to go home."

Pei Jingning shook his head, "I'll let you go home after all the cartilage in your body is gone."

He didn't expect that these ghosts really existed in ancient times. He was so weak that he gave up after thinking about it. "Then please find someone to send a letter to my house, so that my family won't worry."

Pei Jingning reached out to hold her hand, lowered his head, and kissed her hand, "Whether it is King Han or Monk Buran, they have nothing to do with the case of dismemberment in the cabinet for the time being. This case should be closed first."

Regardless of whether it was King Han or Bu Ran, Yeats believed that the emperor would not let them go. At what point did this have nothing to do with Yeats, a small Dali Temple official.

Three days later, Yeats resumed the procedure of going back to Dali Temple to investigate the cabinet case, only to learn that the mastermind of the cabinet case had been killed, and the lama and coachman who had been captured were all dead.

What originally seemed like an ordinary case involved many things, and except for the murderer, Yeats didn't need to worry about the rest.

The case was over, June was over, and she could finally rest. In order to thank everyone for their concern for her, Yeats invited everyone to dinner. Pei Jingning was a little busy, "You go first, and I will pick you up after it's over."

"Ah..." Yeats said sheepishly, "Then you get busy, I'll go home with Xiao Quanzi."

Pei Jingning refused, "It's okay. I'll finish my work by then and I'll see you off."

Since he picked her up from Lanyue Tower last time, Pei Jingning has sent Yeats home almost every day. Even once or twice, he seems to have sent someone to guard her secretly.

Yeats knew why he was like this, it was to guard against King Han.

She couldn't help but ask, "Sir, I'm just a small Dali Temple official. Why did King Han mobilize so many troops?"

That night, jumping from the Lan Yue Tower, whether it was Dali Temple or Zhao Qi'an's imperial camp, was a bright confrontation, but by the next day, it was as if Yeats had never jumped out of the Lan Yue Tower. Similar.

Pei Jingning reached out and picked up Yeats' white and tender little hands, "Don't worry, I will definitely help you avenge this."

"My lord, you know that's not what I meant."

He lowered his head and kissed Yeats' little hand.

Yeats felt a different emotion and couldn't help but ask again, "My lord..."

Pei Jingning raised his eyes and said, "Treat me well. I will pick you up in the evening."

Yeats didn't hear Pei Jingning's answer in the end. Seeing that he was about to leave, she stopped him and said, "Sir, King Han is not that easy to handle."

Pei Jingning reached out and rubbed her head, "Yes, I know."

"You have to be careful."

"Okay." (End of this chapter)