The warm tea exudes a fragrance and is handed from one hand to the other.

Xue Qing held the teacup, just like holding a hand stove in winter, turning and turning, and it took a moment to deliver it to her mouth and drink it slowly.

Chunxiao sat beside her with a handkerchief, raised her hand to wipe the sweat beads from her forehead and temples, and whispered softly: "There are iced tea and candied fruits, do you still want them? Don't move, I'll feed you."

The trivial and low voices are not annoying. The quiet room is filled with it, and gradually the vitality is stretched out.

After Xue Qing finished drinking the tea, his slightly curled body also stretched and straightened.

"The tea is delicious," she said.

Chun Xiao smiled: "Of course." He smiled at Xue Qing's eyes, but unfortunately he didn't light the light and couldn't see it. "I'm so amazing now. I'm good at eating and drinking here."

Xue Qing also smiled and said, "Is it good or the best?"

Chunxiao was immediately discouraged and said angrily: "Young Master Qingzi is really, he can't coax girls at all."

Xue Qing laughed.

The laughter stopped soon again, and the room suddenly became quiet. This quietness made people feel uncomfortable. Chunxiao twisted his lower body and said with a whisper. No matter what he said, he always had to say something, as if only this would make him feel more comfortable.

"I have something for Young Master Qingzi," she said, and without getting up, she knelt down and twisted to the wall, stretched out her arms and stretched her waist to pick a painting on the wall... Now this demeanor is much better than the pretentious one I learned in Chang'an Prefecture. Unfortunately, the boy could not see clearly without lighting the lamp.

"This painting." Chunxiao held the painting and sat back next to Xue Qing, spreading the painting on the boy's knees, lowering his voice but not pride.

What's wrong with this painting? Is it a work by a famous ancient master? Or did Chunxiao learn to paint? Xue Qing looked at the painting on her knees, without any impatience or perfunctory, and had to read it seriously... Chunxiao reached out and picked up the painting, and in the dark twilight, his fingers were brushed and peeled off a painting from behind the painting.

It’s not a painting, it’s a character, and the words are densely packed on it, so it’s hard to see clearly in the dark room.

"I'll give you a great gift." Chunxiao said proudly, "You can tell how old you are."

Xue Qing reached out to take it. She felt that the breath around her was not affected by the night, but she still couldn't read the words. After all, she was not a god. She couldn't help but smile. She was not a god...

"Please..." she said.

Chunxiao closed her hands again and said with a smile: "You put them back first and look at them if you have time." This way, you don't need to light the lights, so that the room can be kept dark. The darkness is scary, but sometimes it can comfort you, especially when you are in a bad mood. For Xue Qing, he is more willing to stay in the dark at this time.

Xue Qing patted her hands and said, "I can watch now. I have no time when I go back. Light the light."

.....

.....

The lights were lit in the room, bright and dazzling.

"Where is she?" Chen Sheng asked, "Why aren't she at home?"

The figure shaking under the lamp, Kang Dai stood up with a pale face and said, "I am coming to see the prime minister. We were passing through that street when the incident happened."

Chen Sheng frowned and said, "Why did it happen at that time?"

Kang Dai lowered his head and said, "There is a downtown over there, and I think that the safer she will be in front of others at this time."

Chen Sheng paced indoors and said, "Mr. Qingxia..." He had nothing to say, and finally sighed.

"Prince, this is a great move," said Mr. Runze. "It is so heroic that it has caused a loud noise to denounce the Qin Tan Gong's party, restrain their hands and feet, and let us go from passive to active."

Others nodded in agreement.

Chen Sheng sighed: "It's hard for those who say it's easy."

"Prince, don't let Mr. Qingxia down." Mr. Runze said, "This is not the time to be sad."

Chen Sheng nodded and said, "Everyone does their own business." He looked at him again, "It's just Xue Qing..."

"At that time, Your Highness fled quickly." Kang Dai said, "Sure enough, Qin Dang immediately checked Mr. Qingxia's students." His expression was frightened and then scared.

Too dangerous, okay, okay.

"Maybe I've left the city now," someone said.

But someone immediately shook his head: "No, no one from our four cities has seen her."

Chen Sheng thought to himself that with this child's ability, it is not difficult to leave the city without being discovered. She was smart and must have guessed something when she saw Mr. Qingxia falling from the building. Turning around was enough to make a quick decision. It wouldn't be really going far away. This is indeed the safest, but...

"It's a problem to be caught if you don't leave," he said, frowned, "It's a problem to not appear again after you leave."

For Duke Tan of Qin, this undoubtedly exposed his identity.

"Nothing trouble," Mr. Runze said lightly, "It's just about taking what you have to do after you make mistakes."

Before we could try it, we would directly expose Qin Tan Gong’s crimes to the public, and Xue Qing’s identity would not be hidden, and everything would be torn apart.

Are you going to start? I'm a little anxious...

The interior was brightly lit, and everyone's faces were shaking.

The night is shrouded in the capital, and the streets are brightly lit, as if the night market started much earlier than before, but there is no laughter and joy, and there is no crowd in front of the Wangxing Tower, but there is more.

Mr. Qingxia's body was still lying on the ground. The covered robe had been replaced with a clean white list. There was a new coffin on the side. There were still walls around her. There were many people inside. There were many ages, young and middle-aged. Two teenagers were distributing white cloth to them. The two teenagers had tied white cloth around their waists.

Under the flames, the people's faces were sad and red, and they took the white cloth and tied them around their waists and knelt on their feet and cried: "Teacher." They touched their heads and cried, crawled and buried their heads.

"Who else isn't there?" The boy's bright voice hit his eardrums.

The walls were surging outside, and two more people rushed in.

"I! I'm here." One of the teenagers hoarsely.

Zhang Liantang said: "Chunyang Yanzi is here, give it to them."

Zhang Shuangtong handed the white cloth on his body to Liu Chunyang and Pei Yanzi. Liu Chunyang's eyes and nose were all red and he fell to the ground after taking the red eyes. Pei Yanzi carefully tied the white cloth around his waist, tidied his hair, lifted his clothes and knelt down.

"Who is there any other?" Zhang Shuangtong's eyes swept across the scene, "Who is there any other other people?"

Under the scorching torches of white cloth, Zhang Liantang, like other teenagers, had white blushing eyes.

"Xue Qing." He said.

Liu Chunyang, who was lying on the ground, clenched his hands, Xue Qing.

.....

.....

"We really don't know where he is." Qi Suo shouted in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, please be clear."

The small alleys and courtyards in the dark everyday life were like fire, and there were ups and downs surrounding them. Huang Juqi stood at the door and was surrounded by them.

The leader of the Black Armored Guard looked at them coldly: "You are his servants, how could you not know?"

Huang Ju looked at him and said, "Precisely because we are servants, how can we ask about the young master's whereabouts?"

The black armored guard looked gloomy.

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......

The red candles on the dressing table are lit up, and the room is light. The bedroom is very small and the decoration is simple. A screen is divided into two sides, inside, inside, outside, soft mats with magnolia patterns are spread on the floor, and against the wall are placed with zither, pipa, chess pieces and bookshelf. On the rack next to the screen are thrown into dresses to make the interior look messy, but it is also a bit extravagant.

Chunxiao placed another lamp on the dressing table, knelt down and leaned on his chin to look at the boy in front of him.

The boy lowered his head, revealing his smooth forehead, his small nose, his long eyebrows slightly frowned, and his eyes focused and carefully looking at the paper in his hand.

"I know this, I am a classmate from the Imperial College... It turns out that he is a relative of this adult."

"Well... this person has this identity..."

He whispered occasionally.

Chunxiao leaned on her chin and nodded: "Yes, yes, you know someone, right?"

Xue Qing nodded and continued to look seriously, and saw a place where he stopped.

"Do you know anyone again?" Chunxiao's eyes were smiling.

Xue Qing pointed his finger on it: "I have heard these names." He smiled at Chunxiao, "I have seen them even." These people have appeared around Kang Dai, such as Yuanzhi Runze, etc. He knew that they belonged to the Emperor Ji's party, but he did not say the specific identity. For the sake of safety, they were mainly Chen Sheng and Kang Dai. "It turns out that they worked in these yamen."

Chunxiao raised his nose: "Most of the people who come to have fun are officials."

Xue Qing gently folded the paper and looked up at Chunxiao. The woman in front of the mirror was as beautiful as a peach blossom. When she saw her looking over, she sat up straight, her eyes widened, and her little white teeth giggled. Xue Qing couldn't help but smile.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, is it okay?" she asked.

He hugged him and started to greet him now. The scene of their reunion was really unexpected. Chunxiao nodded with a smile and shook his head: "It's not good, it's not good, it's not good for the sake of good." He reached out to Xue Qing, "Look, I'm so hurtful to practice the piano."

Xue Qing carefully looked at the white and tender little hands, and Chunxiao turned his hand over again, very happy that he had just dyed his nails yesterday.

"There are also on the back of your hands." She said with a smile.

Xue Qing smiled again and said, "Only one can be the best if one suffers from hardships. Miss Chunxiao will learn piano, chess, calligraphy and painting well and will definitely become the best."

Chunxiao covered her mouth and smiled: "Who is the one in the brothel?"

Xue Qing said: "The top scorer comes from three hundred and sixty lines."

Chun Xiaoxiao bent down: "Okay, then I will be the top scorer with Young Master Qingzi."

Xue Qing held his sleeves and said, "Yes, Chunxiao, you should be the top scholar in your brothel." He raised his hand and handed the folded paper on the red candle. The red candle licked the fireworks and the burning paper was placed in the incense burner beside him.

Xue Qing looked at Chunxiao again and said, "Don't do these things in the future. This is not your duty. If you pass the duty, you will be beaten."

Chunxiao laughed and said, "What is my duty?"
To be continued...