Prince, Don't Come Over

When he spoke, there was no lack of regret in his language. Yue ziyue just looked at him coldly.

"What my face looks like is none of your business."

Pei Qingyun has a sneer on his face. "I asked Zhong Liyan to help you get away. Instead of thanking me, Miss Wei was still aggressive. She really didn't know the etiquette."

"Since that is the case, ziyue now thanks the Lord." Yue ziyue is blessed. "Now that the country is prosperous and the army is strong, you have to be careful when you come to Daliang."

"Good, good." Pei Qingyun clapped his hands. "His teeth are sharp and his mouth is sharp. He deserves to be loved by Liang Shuangbi. It's really wonderful. I want to talk to Miss Wei more. "

"If you have anything to say, why beat around the Bush?"

Yue ziyue raised her head and flashed waves in her eyes.

Pei Qingyun likes such eyes very much, and he can't help smiling.

"Miss ziyue should agree with Hewang houqing, but it's a pity that Hewang Houying died young, while the murderer was sitting in the court. Miss purple moon, don't you want revenge? "

When it comes to revenge, Yue ziyue can't help knocking over the Wuwei bottle. But such mood swings can't be shown in front of Pei Qingyun. Once she wants revenge, Pei Qingyun will grasp the fluctuation of this emotion and direct Yue ziyue's emotion in favor of him.

Yue ziyue tried her best to press down the hatred in her heart, just looking at him lightly.

Originally Pei Qingyun thought Yue ziyue would not be so emotional. Although she would not show it in front of him, she could not be so calm, as if she was talking about something unrelated to her. Real emotions can't be hidden if you want to. There's always something to find. But Yue ziyue was very indifferent, as if she had never thought of revenge.

Although Pei Qingyun was surprised by her expression, she soon had a smile on her face. "Miss ziyue is so cold-hearted. If Yan MuQing knows about it, will she feel that her true feelings are wrong. But I seem to be wrong. There is no soul in this world. Otherwise, everyone in the world should know that the so-called master Biyu is just a hell devil with countless blood on his hands. "

"Have you said enough?" Yue ziyue controls the mood in her tone. Ling you is no longer in the world. She doesn't want to be slandered. Just want to recall every moment with Yan MuQing, is warmth and joy.

"Miss ziyue doesn't have to be angry, because what I said is true. Do you think Yan MuQing is really so beautiful? Miss Wei gets along with him day and night. With Miss Wei's intelligence, it's hard not to be aware of the difference in him. " Pei Qingyun has a smile on his face.

Yue ziyue had already guessed the real identity of the Yan family. Apart from the Queen's mother's family, there is a more important identity to maintain the prosperity of the Yan Family for a century. The emperor's knife in the dark. However, Yan MuQing is dead, and his identity is hewanghou. He is the son of Biyu like the clear wind and bright moon. Yue ziyue doesn't want to hear other rumors about Yan MuQing. At least in his heart, he has always been the son of guangfengjiyue.

He didn't want to hear it, but someone wanted to say it. Pei Qingyun has a smile on his face. The changes on Yue ziyue's face are in his eyes. With a smile on his face, but more vicious than other expressions.

"After Yan MuQing died, the people I planted in Daliang had no obstacles. Mujiang yuan was really talented. This is far worse than Yan MuQing. Although he has improved the organization again, I have made it clear. But it really surprised me that you are so powerful. He does not die. He really guards Daliang like an iron bucket, but he is not from the north. It's a pity. With such an iron hand, I can still have that kind of temperament. If I were in the Northern Kingdom, I would definitely be a confidant. "

Pei Qingyun said, taking out a stack of paper in his arms and throwing it to Yue ziyue. "Take it. You'll want to see it."

Yue ziyue takes it. She doesn't have to guess. She knows what's written in it, but Pei Qingyun is right. She really wants to see it, because it's another Lingyou, a Lingyou she never knew, outside the bright moon and the breeze.

"There's more." Pei Qingyun turns around and looks back. "If you want revenge, just come to me at the pharmacy. I'll wait for you here for seven days. "

"What did you do?" Lu Jueming stretched out, put his hands behind his head and looked at Yue ziyue.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, but I didn't see you eat it, so I ate your share, but I left you a fried sugar bun."

What he said was the plate of sugar packets on the table. There was only one left, which was golden on both sides. Yue ziyue just had an appetite, but now she doesn't want to eat any more. She just wants to go back to her room as soon as possible. He said to Lu Jueming and hurried back to the room to close the door. Put all the paper in your arms on the table.

Those papers are just cases. All of them are high officials of Daliang. Strangely killed or missing. Some of the pages have turned yellow, it should be many years ago, or the file storage is not effective.

These are the hands of Yan MuQing. Four hands trembled slightly. Among them, high-ranking officials and dignitaries were all sent by the emperor to eradicate dissidents. The youngest is only five years old.When the paper was spread on the table, Yue ziyue's hands trembled slightly, as if she had blocked a stone in her heart. Although these things, she can more or less guess, but did not expect, the fact is so cruel.

Behind the emperor, there are many dark, shady things, these things are Yan MuQing's. Yue ziyue doesn't know how long Yan MuQing has been doing these things. The earliest one is in the 20th year of Chongming in Daliang. Yan MuQing is just 14 years old. He was a former Minister of rites. He was assassinated at home and killed with one sword. No one saw when the assassin came. Mu tingshen didn't make an order to track down the assassin. He just buried the assassin hastily and rewarded him.

Yue ziyue sat at the table in a daze for a long time, then dragged out the copper basin under the bed, lit the fire, and poured the paper on the table into the brazier. Looking at the flames devouring the paper and turning it into fly ash, Yue ziyue felt that the stone in her heart had been put down. A sense of relief. No matter what happened to Yan MuQing in the past, it's gone. From now on, he's just a childe of Biyu. No one can slander him any more, no matter who he is.

When Lu Jueming came back, the paper in the brazier had been burned out, "what are you burning?"

No matter how bad his nose is, he can still smell the paper dust.

"Nothing. I look at a volume of books. I don't like it, so I burn it." Yue ziyue raised her head and forced a smile on her face. "Don't you eat fried sugar buns down there? Why are you up here? "