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The two of them dressed up like thieves and died before they could get out of their way. Before they could get the job, they ran into an acquaintance in the restaurant. A loud and cheerful voice sounded behind themselves: "Your Highness, Miss Liu, come out to play?"

The two of them had a ghost in their hearts, their spine stiffened, and they turned back with sweat: "Why are cousin here?"

Zhang Wenyu is the legitimate son of the Empress Dowager. If he insists on getting close to Qi Qingzhou, he can call him a cousin. The Empress Dowager has always protected him. This seemingly out of tune cousin was also good to him when he was a child.

However, Liu Jingjing curled her lips aside and didn't like the head of the playboy among the royal relatives.

Zhang Wenyu insisted on provoking her: "Miss Liu always refuses her, it turns out that she wants to accompany our Prince Huai."

He pointed at Qi Qingzhou again and pretended to scold him, "Your Highness took advantage of Lord Yin's absence from the palace and sneaked out of the palace."

Qi Qingzhou looked at him and thought to himself that this cousin probably had just returned from the vassal state and didn't know the rumors between him and the palm seal.

No, Qi Qingzhou frowned: "How did my cousin know that the palm seal is not in the palace today?"

He didn't even know.

Zhang Wenyu said proudly: "Because Lord Yin is sitting in my private room." He came down to choose wine.

Liu Jingjing glanced at Qi Qingzhou's expression and asked casually: "Who is there at the Marquis' banquet?"

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Zhang Wenyu has always been a good temper to her and said a few names.

Qi Qingzhou's face darkened.

Liu Jingjing was secretly tickled in her heart, this one was more romantic than the other.

She rarely smiled at Zhang Wenyu: "Mr. Marquis, just now, the waiter said that there is no good seat left. Is it easy to add two pairs of chopsticks to your elegant seat? I also sound like I am familiar with friends."

Zhang Wenyu smiled in surprise, and saw Qi Qingzhou looking at him in a deep mood, and said happily: "It is naturally convenient for Miss Liu to speak, but Your Highness is sure to fall into the trap?"

Thinking of the scene in the room again, he laughed and said, "But this game was saved by Prince Gong, it's not that serious. Don't be scared."

When Qi Qingzhou heard this, his eyebrows flicked and he sneered: "I'm sorry, my cousin leads the way."

In the elegant seat, Yin Huai sat scatteredly, and when he smiled lightly, he was always polite and alienated. He confronted others, and every sentence was clear.

When I don’t speak, my slender fingers occasionally knock on the table, and I’m not surprised by the dust, and I feel relaxed when I’m out of the matter.

He didn't want to come in this game at first, so he handed over the post several times and didn't plan to come. However, the few people here today had clues that he had been searching but had no breakthroughs, so it would be okay to come to explore the truth and reality.

I just didn't think about it like this... the apricots and green willows are full of vitality.

A white and slender hand handed a glass of apricot wine to his lips. It was a young servant specially ordered by Prince Gong. Yin Huai didn't care. He restrained his aura and coldness. Leaving this young servant made the clues less cautious about him, so Yin Huai asked him to sit next to him.

The young man had a starry-eyed and jade-like face, a soft figure, a voice-like voice, and a white dress. He thought he was from a young master of the family.

Yin Huai did not let him get close, and he turned his chopsticks and pointed his chopsticks to warn him not to cross the line: "You eat yours, don't serve me."

The young man's eyelashes trembled slightly. When he was disappointed, he pursed his lips and squeezed out a small vortex. Yin Huai was stunned for a moment, and a smile flashed through his mind.

The young man pouted and asked, "What do you call him a young master?"

Yin Huai frowned and immediately said coldly: "Don't pout!"

When a person next to him heard the sound, Yin Huai let out a little coldness on his face and asked the young man casually: "What's your name?"

The young man was also afraid that he would be attracted inexplicably, so he approached half a minute. Ranran smiled like a slowly blooming white bone: "My name is Nongyu."

Yin Huai didn't hear the perfunctory sound at all, and suddenly, the paper-paste wooden folding door was cut open-

A vivid face reflected by the door, which was ostentatious and beautiful, and the anger stained between the eyebrows made the boy look even more energetic.

As soon as Qi Qingzhou entered the door, he stared at the young man in white clothes and looked up and down. Two clusters of fire could burst out from his eyes. The man looked younger than him, with a perceived expression and leaned against Yin Huai with a gentle and soft look.

Qi Qingzhou's chest was up and down, and he was so sad that he felt very wronged. He barely calmed down his face and walked around Yin Huai and asked loudly: "I'll sit in this good position near the water, don't you mind the palm print?"

His voice was calm and polite tone, but the brothers on the table inexplicably heard a gritting scheming.

Yin Huai looked at him for a few seconds, confirmed that his complexion and spirit were much better than that night, then turned his head and drank the half glass of apricot wine beside the young man, slowly lifted up his eyelids, nodded slightly, and spoke respectfully: "Please give me yourselves."

After drinking, he didn't look at him again, but instead he responded to the inquiries of the small restaurant occasionally.

The lukewarm and natural tone fell into Qi Qingzhou's ears sour. He turned his face coldly and instructed Nongyu to serve him tea and water.

The wine is too full, the tea is too cold, and the side dishes are not well served...

Nong Yu looked at the gentle and cold man beside him with a timid expression, and his face showed innocent fear and a bit of dependence made Qi Qingzhou feel even more angry.

Yin Huai knew that Qi Qingzhou was venting his anger. The big fuss in this situation was just adding topics of conversation to the people on the table, so he casually said: "If your highness thinks that serving Yu is not in line with his wishes, just change someone."

Qi Qingzhou widened his eyes, feeling incredible. Yin Huai actually blamed him for protecting a young man. He had never been treated like this before. His throat felt so uncomfortable that he was stuffed with sand and could not say anything.

The tip of the nose felt sore, and he quickly lowered his head so that people would not see the corners of his eyes that were rapidly red.

The other party's alienated attitude and cold words completely defeated his joy and expectation that he had thought he could see the moon brightly. His originally hoped soft heart and concern have now become the water moon in the mirror.

Yin Huai didn't say anything to the young servant anymore.

At the table, there were chatting and laughing enthusiastically. No one noticed what happened in this quiet corner. When the noise was over, several drunk people called on people from their houses to pick them up. Zhang Wenyu

With a wave of his hand, he returned Qi Qingzhou to Yin Huai's carriage, and he happily picked up the Meiman who escorted Liu Nuxia back home.

The guests left one after another, and the lights were swaying in the room, leaving only Qi Qingzhou and Yin Huai, and Nong Yu who had not left.

Nong Yu looked at Yin Huai not annoyed him tonight, and even said that he was a little bit of a protective face. He was also very obsessed with that beautiful face, and there was shyness in the glutinous sound: "Sir, do you want it tonight..."

The person asked hadn't responded yet, Qi Qingzhou felt that all the blood in his body was about to rush to his head, and shouted sternly: "He doesn't need it, you go out!"

"Don't show up again!"

Nong Yu was frightened and panicked again. When Yin Huai waved his hand, he was unwilling to withdraw.

On the carriage back to the palace, Yin Huai said indifferently: "Why should your highness use him to vent his anger?"

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