After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 245 Ying Jin's Heart

Ying Jin's little reaction was completely captured by Shen Qianzhao, who has always been meticulous.

She sighed slightly.

Facing Shen Qianzhao's question, Ying Jin smiled wryly in his heart, but didn't show it on his face, "I probably wasn't in the capital at that time."

Looking at Shen Qianzhao in front of her, she suddenly realized that she was indeed not the little girl she was back then.
"How is Zhao recently?"

"Very good." Shen Qianzhao smiled.

Ying Jin paused for a moment, then opened her lips and asked, "Yun Chang. How are you and him?"

Shen Qianzhao was taken aback, looked at Ying Jin in front of him, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Thank you. It should be pretty good."

Seeing that Shen Qianzhao's answer was irrelevant, Ying Jin knew the answer clearly.

I don't know if it's luck or what, but I finally breathed a sigh of relief in my heart.

For a while, neither of the two said anything. The two people who used to talk about everything seemed to have changed now.

Shen Qianzhao opened his mouth slowly after a cup of tea was bottomed out, and asked, "Yuan Chen said, you sent someone to send the certificate of Wanmin to the capital, why?"

Ying Jin pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Don't you already have the answer in your heart?"

Shen Qianzhao: "There are people in the court who deliberately blocked the news from Jinbei, and it is true that only your people can bring the news to Beijing."

"My people cut off the news when they arrived in Beijing." Ying Jin explained, "Azhao, it's not what I wanted to affect your brother and Yun Chang. I'm sorry."

Seeing that there seemed to be guilt on Ying Jin's face, Shen Qianzhao said with a relieved smile, "It's okay, after returning to Beijing, I will tell my father everything, and I will be fine."

"You seem to be different from before." Ying Jin's eyes became a little complicated.

In the past, Shen Qianzhao spoke and behaved brightly and coquettishly, unlike now, he was more stable than he had ever seen before.

Shen Qianzhao was stunned for a moment, remembering that Xie Lin once said the same thing, "You said it just now, people are human and will always change."

She has changed, her brother has changed, Xie Lin has changed, and Ying Jin in front of her is so different.

Ying Jin's eyes fell on Shen Qianzhao's fingers on the table, as before, when thinking about things, she always tapped on the table lightly.

He pursed his lips and smiled, "When will you return to Beijing?"

Shen Qianzhao: "After finishing the case, I will go back."

Ying Jin didn't know what she was thinking. She looked at Shen Qianzhao with empty eyes. There seemed to be everything and nothing there, "It's better to go back earlier, Xunzhou is no better than the capital."

Shen Qianzhao hesitated a little, "Are you really not going back to the capital?"

Ying Jin was silent for a while, raised his teacup and wanted to take a sip of tea, but the tea had already run out, so he smiled lightly, "Does anyone want me to go back?"

He lowered his eyes slightly, and looked into the eyes of Shen Qianzhao in front of him.

Does anyone want me to go back.
Would you like me to go back?

Shen Qianzhao's expression was a little dazed, and he remained silent for a while, his eyes a little dazed.

As if he understood it again, he pressed his fingertips on the table with a little force, and the fingertips turned slightly white.
The four eyes met, and the water that was burning on the stove next to it was boiling, and no one noticed that it was steaming and rising into the air.

At the door, Song Huai paused in his raised steps.

Xie Lin's words, sentence by sentence, kept echoing in his mind.

The eyes of the two people in the courtyard were facing each other, as if they had entered the land of no one, the atmosphere surrounding the fingertips of the two people made one's heart blocked.

Song Huai pursed his thin lips tightly, his complexion darkened, and his eyes were dangerously cold.

Yuan Chen behind him felt an invisible oppression, raised his hand and waved to the two people inside, "Say it!"

With a shout, the two people in the courtyard and Song Huai at the door were called back.

Shen Qianzhao let go of her fingertips on the table, and a familiar sound of footsteps sounded from behind. She was slightly taken aback, then got up and turned her head to look, Song Huai, who was dressed in black, came from the door.

The black cloak swayed slightly with his steps.

Shen Qianzhao's heart suddenly became a little confused.

Ying Jin nodded slightly, "Brother Qinghe."

Only then did the sight slowly fall on the man in black next to Yuan Chen.

The man in front of him had deep eyebrows and a fierce aura that should not be underestimated.

But what Ying Jin cares about is the white cloak hanging on the man's arm.
Walking in front of the two of them, Song Huai stopped, and the same scrutinizing gaze fell on the man in the wheelchair in front of him.

Even if he is not in the capital, Ying Jin's name still appears in the conversations of many people.

He swept his eyebrows and landed on Ying Jin's body. The white robe was exactly the same as the little girl's, and the fingertips under the sleeves unconsciously curled into fists.

"Why are you here?" Shen Qianzhao asked softly.

Song Huai then withdrew his scrutinizing gaze, looked down at the little girl in front of him, and wanted to smile, but found that he couldn't smile at all at the moment.

"Xie Lin has something to look for you, I'll pick you up."

Shen Qianzhao blinked, Xie Er is in a hurry to find him?
Before Shen Qianzhao could react and say something, Song Huai said in a deep voice, "Go back, it's getting late."

Shen Qianzhao nodded, and was about to leave when he remembered something, then turned around and looked at Ying Jin, "I will bring Xie Lin over another day, then, don't think we are noisy."

Ying Jin pulled her lips and smiled lightly, her long eyelashes cast a thin shadow under her eyes, her gaze seemed to be able to see through everything, with a smile on her face, "Azhao, it's you, so I can't."

Shen Qianzhao was startled.

Song Huai behind him had deep eyebrows, and the tails of his eyes were drooping, tinged with a coolness.

He raised his hand and lifted the white cloak hanging at the crook of his arm, took a step forward, and gently put the cloak on Shen Qianzhao from behind, "Let's go."

The voice was indifferent and low, but extremely pleasant.

Shen Qianzhao only felt her ears tingling and numb, and her heart was rippling layer upon layer. She pinched her soft white fingertips subconsciously, and the roots of her ears were hot.

Ying Jin's fingertips clenched suddenly, her lips were almost pale in pain, but she pressed them tightly together, a gust of cold wind blew by, and her knees covered by the blanket felt like they were being burned.

Song Huai raised his hand, grasped Shen Qianzhao's wrist, moved it down slowly, covered that soft white hand, held her gently, and led her away from this tea-scented courtyard.

As the figure left, Ying Jin pursed the corners of her pale lips. On the stove next to her, Yuan Chen had already lifted the kettle and put it on the table to keep it cool.

"Who is he?" The voice was indifferent.

Yuan Chen was stunned for a moment before he realized that what he asked was probably Song Huai who was beside the princess.

"He's from the capital, and he's from Dongchang. His name is Song Song Huai."

Ying Jin frowned, her lowered eyes deepened, her voice was hoarse, "Dongchang."

The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of tea, but his mind was already in a mess, not as calm as before, or in other words, he had never been at peace in the past two years.

Ying Jin's eyes fell on the legs covered by the blanket, and the hand that was pressing on the handle of the wheelchair turned white.

He originally thought that maybe she and Xie Ming should make some progress, and he knew what Xie Ming was thinking.

Or, His Majesty will also choose a young man from a noble family who is talented and good-looking for her.

But he didn't expect that it was a person he had never heard of, a person who had appeared out of nowhere during the two years he had been away.

(End of this chapter)