Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 133
The next day.

Royal Palace.

After thinking about what happened yesterday, Feng Lingyi decided to write a letter back to ask for clarification.She couldn't believe that two people who were so similar had nothing to do with each other!

Spreading the paper, picking up the pen, and just about to start writing, I saw my maid walking in hastily.

"Su'er, what's wrong?"

"Miss, Madam has a letter!" The woman called Su'er handed the envelope to Feng Lingyi.

Feng Lingyi frowned slightly. Mother usually wrote a letter once a month. His Majesty Zihuang had already brought back the letter last time. It stands to reason that he would not send another letter so soon. Could it be that something happened at home?

He took the letter and read it carefully. The more he read, the more solemn his face became.

"Miss, what's the matter?" Su'er looked at her lady's face and asked.

Feng Lingyi didn't speak, but just took the letter and put it in the incense burner beside it, and it was quickly reduced to ashes.

"Yun Yi has come to the Imperial Capital." Feng Lingyi said helplessly.

Hearing this, Su'er frowned tightly, "Why would Madam agree to let Fourth Miss come to the Imperial Capital?" Fourth Miss is arrogant and indulgent, in the Imperial Capital full of princes and grandchildren, it is easy to offend others.

"Because Qing Chi also came to the Imperial Capital." Feng Lingyi threw another sentence.

Su'er's expression was even more shocked than before, and she looked at Feng Lingyi in disbelief.

Feng Lingyi didn't speak, but quietly looked at the censer in front of him emitting green smoke.

The mother said that Qing Chi's temperament suddenly changed, not only ransacked her secret room, but also poured the poison of Ban Yue Ge on Yun Yi!
Qingchi is timid, she doesn't believe that she dares to do such a thing, but her mother has no reason to make up such a thing to lie to her, and if Qingchi comes to the imperial capital, then the boy she saw yesterday who is similar to Qingchi That's a good explanation!

But, if that was Qing Chi, why did it suddenly become like this?And why pretend that you don't know yourself?

His eyes turned and became a little darker.Also, why the sudden temperament change?

It seemed that she was going to meet Qing Chi in person.

However, she is in the palace, although it is not difficult to get out of the palace, but how can she find Qingchi's residence?

Moving clouds and stopping water.

Yan Luo stood against the sun in the garden, dressed in green clothes, looking out of the dust, with a terribly beautiful and exquisite face with a faint smile, looking at the woman in red in front of her with raised eyebrows.

Qiu Liu was wearing a red dress, her figure was a bit taller than ordinary women, but she was still slender, her dress was as gorgeous as fire, but her face was as cold as ice.

"Who are you?" Chu Liu asked coldly.Perhaps, he has guessed it!Word network.

"Hehe..." Yan Luo smiled lowly, and asked indifferently: "Didn't you already have the answer?"

"What's the matter?" He didn't name the other party, nor did he salute, his expression remained cold.Since Yan Luo himself didn't reveal his identity, why should he let himself be the one to lie down!
On the other hand, Yan Luo squinted her eyes to look at the other party, and asked with a half-smile, "I think you seem a little familiar, was she brought out in Sujie that day?"

Chu Liu froze slightly, but soon returned to normal, "So what? It should have nothing to do with Your Excellency!"

Yan Luo nodded, squinted her eyes and smiled lazily, "It really has nothing to do with me."

"Hey, Mr. Yan, why are you here?" Hu Lan asked in surprise when she saw Yan Luo.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, Feng Qingchi changed into black brocade clothes, still dressed as a teenager, leaning on the porch and looking at the people in the garden with a half-smile.

"Qingchi, morning." Yanluo said with a lazy smile.

Glancing at the sun above three poles, he said "Good morning" with a strange expression.She didn't sleep almost all night last night, and she didn't fall asleep until it was just getting light.

"It's Qingchi's first visit to Yanfeng, why don't I take you on a tour and enjoy the scenery of Yanfeng?"

"Okay!" Feng Qingchi did not refuse.

In one day, the two almost walked Yanfeng all over.

"How about it, can you still have fun?" At the end of the sunset, Yan Luo sat on a stone bench in an ancient temple, looking at Feng Qingchi with a smile in his eyes.

Feng Qingchi sat across from him, and replied: "It's a pleasure to have the company of Prime Minister Zuo."

There was a gentle breeze, and the leaves of the ancient trees on the side swayed back and forth in the air, rustling.

Looking at the dark green leaves, Feng Qingchi suddenly became interested, picked a leaf casually, wiped it clean with his sleeve, put it on his lips to test the sound, and then blew gently.

The melody is not particularly beautiful, or even extremely simple, with only a few tones changing back and forth, but there is an indescribable sense of comfort, which makes one relax wholeheartedly.

In the quiet meditation room, there are two people sitting opposite each other. On one side is a benevolent monk wearing cassocks, and the other is wearing white clothes of Shengxue. But because they are sitting with their backs, only an elegant back can be seen, as tall and straight as after the rain. Like green bamboos, her black hair hangs down meticulously behind her back. Just a back view gives people the elegance of ink painting.

There is a chessboard on the small table between the two, and the pieces on the chessboard are black and white.

The music drifted into the meditation room, the hand of the snow-clothed man holding the black jade chess pieces suddenly froze, and the back, which was as elegant as an ink painting, trembled slightly.

　O(∩_∩)O haha~, who do you think this man is? !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)