I'm the Villain's Mother in Time Time

Chapter 609

After sending Ye Zhaojun, who was devastated, back to Ye Mansion, Lin Chuqian left against the darkness and walked to the once bustling market.

Inadvertently swept in the direction of the place where Flower Street and Willow Lane used to be, and saw that the place had been brightly lit for a long time, singing and dancing.

It's just that after the turmoil between the Zhang and Cai families, the once-popular Chunfeng Building quietly closed its doors.

There were rumors that Sister Hua, the old bustard, had offended the ministers of the DPRK and China and was forced to flee the capital. There were also rumors that Sister Hua was not from the Kingdom of Chen.

No matter what the truth is, Sister Hua might not show up again. After all, if she finds out that her account books have been stolen, she would know that she has been exposed for assisting the Zhang family in fornicating foreigners. Zhang and Cai are almost the same.

The liveliness of the place of fireworks is not as good as before, not to mention the deserted and deserted streets.

Through the curtain of the car, Lin Chuqian looked at the hurried passers-by on the street and the lanterns hanging on the beams that were blown wildly by the wind.

She pursed her lips and pondered for a moment, thinking of Ye Zhaojun who was in grief and suffering because of Li Zijing, she couldn't help but sighed softly and raised her voice to ask the driver to change lanes.

The night was hazy.

Lin Chuqian got off the station on a quiet street, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the three characters 'Yuedanping' reflected in the flickering lights.

She got up silently and pushed open the half-covered door, and walked into Yuedanping. The hall on the first floor was empty, only the four corners were hung with lighting lanterns.

And in the middle of the lobby, the couplets from last time are still hanging on the two beams.

As soon as Jinfeng Yulu met, they won but countless on earth.

If these two feelings are long, how are they going up and down.

It was Xia Yuanming who wrote it and hung it up last time, but now it seems that the handwriting is a little different.

She stared blankly at the Qingyi handwriting on it. The left and right sides were written by the same person, and she realized that it should have been rewritten by He Changsheng later.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat, and I suddenly felt timid, and suddenly wanted to turn around and leave.

It's a pity it's too late.

There was a slight knock on the door at the end of the second floor, and she raised her head subconsciously, meeting He Changsheng's eyes.

He came out of the dim light, and his expression could not be seen clearly from the backlight.

Lin Chuqian looked at him with her head up in a daze downstairs, only feeling that his crescent-colored robe was lifted by an invisible wind, and the warmth from nowhere swept across her cheeks.

She suddenly felt confused and almost turned her back in embarrassment.

"Shallow."

He Changsheng hurried down the stairs with undisguised joy on his face.

Lin Chuqian opened her mouth, forgetting the purpose of her trip for a moment.

"Go upstairs, I happened to make tea."

He Changsheng smiled and took her hand and walked upstairs, and the latter followed up the stairs in a daze. She didn't realize why she came here until the warm tea flowed down her throat.

"I took the liberty to come here this time to ask you about Prince Qinyuanhou."

Among the imperial court, perhaps only He Changsheng, the prime minister, had the clearest grasp of the border war situation.

Presumably, he should know whether Li Zijing's body was gone or he was temporarily missing.

"You can come whenever you want."

He Changsheng raised his eyes and looked at her tenderly, and answered irrelevant questions with a slight smile.

Lin Chuqian was quite embarrassed. Ever since she felt his thoughts, she seemed unable to be as frank as before.

Qiang Zuo lowered his head calmly and wanted to drink tea, but found that the tea in the cup had been drunk by her at some point, she felt embarrassed again, and silently put down the tea cup.

"The whereabouts of the son are unknown now." He Changsheng poured tea for her naturally, with a clear and gentle voice. "Half a month ago, the prince led five thousand soldiers to chase the enemy army. They were ambushed on the hillside, and the whole army was wiped out. Afterwards, Meng Kun sent troops to search and found a lot of bones. Among them, half of the prince's armor was found, but nothing else was found."

What he knew seemed to be no different from what she had inquired about.

Li Zijing's life and death are still uncertain, more or less good or bad.

Lin Chuqian couldn't help being depressed, she lowered her eyes to look at the clear tea soup on the table, she raised her hand dipped in the tea and wrote randomly on the table.

In fact, she seldom knows how to write. When she was young, Lin Pinqi also sent her to a private school and invited her husband to teach at home, but she was lazy and often asked her husband to be speechless.

As time went by, Lin Pinqi didn't force her to read and write, and he still thought she couldn't read a few big characters.

The events of her previous life seem to have passed a long time ago, but Lin Chuqian still remembers the knowledge and words left by her nine-year compulsory education, including her scribbled and immature handwriting since she was a child.

He Changsheng leaned over to read what she wrote, and vaguely recognized what was written: "This feeling can be regarded as a memory, but it was at a loss at that time."

Hearing him read it involuntarily, Lin Chuqian's eyes flickered slightly, and she murmured with a little melancholy: "I wonder if Li Zijing regretted disappointing Zhaojun before he died?"

"Miss Ye is very affectionate, which is touching."

He Changsheng naturally knew Ye Zhaojun's current situation, and also knew that today she went to Ye Mansion to express her condolences and passed out emotionally.

"In this world, infatuation is always hurt by ruthlessness, but I hope she never falls in love."

Hearing her infatuation towards Ye Zhaojun like this, his heart moved slightly, only feeling a little lost.

"It's not that infatuation is always hurt by ruthlessness, but that there are many things in this world that you and I can't predict." He said: "It's like searching for him thousands of times in the crowd, and suddenly looking back, that person is in a dimly lit place."

Lin Chuqian was slightly stunned, and turned her head to meet his blazing eyes, and suddenly those messy and vague thoughts flooded her mind again.

She reached out to drink a cup of tea to hide her panic, but he suddenly held her hand.

"The tea is cold, pour another cup."

His fingers stroked the back of her hand gently, and left with a slight numbness and restraint.

The air was filled with the fragrance of tea, Lin Chuqian looked at him in the mist, his face was like a crown of jade, elegant and elegant.

She finally understood why Xiangguo always said that he was being raped by herself.

This kind of person who is as bright as the moon and as clear as the stars should be worshiped by the world, but because of her, she stumbled and fell into the mundane world.

Could it be that he really complied with that sentence, only envied mandarin ducks but not immortals?
Lin Chuqian was startled by the thoughts in her mind, raised her hand and rubbed her goose bumped arm, and she smiled awkwardly at him.

"In fact, he may not have been killed in an ambush by the enemy." Suddenly he spoke again and mentioned Li Zijing. "Although the son accidentally got into trouble, it is not difficult to save his life with his skills."

Based on He Changsheng's understanding of Li Zijing for many years, although he is not as brave and good at fighting as Lin Pinqi, nor is he as clever as his father, Lord Qinyuan.

But after all, he comes from a family of meritorious service, and he has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He desperately breaks through the encirclement and escapes to save his life in the chaos. He can still do it.

"So you mean, he might still be alive?"

Lin Chuqian didn't know whether she should be surprised or not. If it wasn't for Ye Zhaojun, she wouldn't care about Li Zijing's life or death at all.

"It's just my guess."

He Changsheng sipped his tea with a calm expression. He said it was a guess, but he felt confident.

"I hope so!" Lin Chuqian held her chin, a little weak.

In fact, even if Li Zijing returned safely, so what?He didn't have Ye Zhaojun in his heart, so he was sad in the end.

(End of this chapter)