Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

Yan Qin'ao pulled him back and sat back down, "You can't go."

Baiyin asked with a hint of annoyance: "Why can't I go?". The eyes of several people looked suspicious.

Qing Xiao gave him a roll of his eyes, "If you go now, it will be equivalent to informing the national master of the location of the little prince, and the result will not change in any way."

Baiyin also thought of the pros and cons and gradually calmed down.

Their whereabouts have been monitored by the Imperial Preceptors, and they spent a lot of effort to lure Qing Yun over.

Moreover, their meeting was only completed with the help of Yan Qin'ao and Qing Xiao. Otherwise it would have been discovered long ago.

Qingyun's brows raised slightly, "Then how can we avoid the sight of the Imperial Master?"

Bai Yin was not stupid, and he quickly thought of a way. "Since Your Highness the Princess can get close to the little prince, then Her Highness the Princess will take the little prince back to take care of him. This will not arouse the suspicion of the Imperial Master, but will also Please protect the prince."

As soon as he finished speaking, the other two people simultaneously denied it.

Qing Xiao and Yan Qin'ao: "No."

"Why is this?".

Qing Xiao: "Xue'er cannot be allowed to take risks. If the national master later knows the facts, then Xue'er will be in danger."

"This Qing Shaoqing can rest assured that after the royal family regains power, the Guoshi Party will definitely cease to exist."

Yan Qin'ao sneered and said: "Humph, how could it no longer exist? It can only be said to be dormant. It is almost impossible to eliminate all the remnants."

Baiyin also understands this truth, but it is related to the survival of their country. Qingyun's subsequent safety issues seem to have become unimportant.

When the two parties were in a stalemate, Qingyun sighed, "Okay, stop arguing, I'll just go."

Qing Xiao still disagrees with "Xue'er!".

"Okay, brother, it's just to save someone. Even if the Imperial Master really knows everything in the end, he can't be squatting at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion every day waiting to assassinate me. Let's not talk about the Bai family, even the Prime Minister's Mansion. I believe you can protect it. mine".

Qing Xiao was silent, it seemed that this was the only way now. Both he and Yan Qin'ao had many spies around them, but Qingyun was the only one who made it very reasonable to save a beggar.

Qing Xiao and Yan Qin'ao looked at each other and compromised. Baiyin gradually looked at Qingyun with respect in her eyes.

In the small courtyard, several people quickly finalized the plan.

Qingyun got on the carriage back to the Prime Minister's Mansion again, calculating her position in her mind. I felt like I wanted to stop when I almost reached the position of the little beggar.

As a result, before she could speak, the car was stopped. The carriage stopped without warning, and Qingyun was staggered.

Puzzled, he opened the curtains and asked: "What's going on?".

The driver trembled and said: "Little... miss..., there is... something blocking the road...". The coachman was obviously very frightened, and his voice was trembling when he spoke.

This is the carriage brought by Qing Xiao. Her own carriage has already gone back. It was late at night now, and the road was deserted, which was indeed a bit scary.

Qingyun plucked up her courage and stepped out of the carriage. The driver quickly hid behind Qingyun.

Qingyun stepped forward bravely, and finally saw a small figure in front of the carriage.

His hands were open, and his body was dark and dirty. It was the little beggar Qingyun was looking for.

Qingyun was just about to breathe a sigh of relief when she discovered something was wrong with this little beggar. He seemed to be in a daze, just blocking the carriage. His eyes were wide open, but lifeless.

Qingyun felt relieved again and slowly approached the little beggar. Just when he was still one step away from him, the little beggar suddenly fell to the ground. Qingyun was so frightened that she took several steps back and her heartbeat accelerated.

After waiting for a while and making sure there was no other movement, he stepped forward to check the little beggar's pulse. As expected, the little beggar was poisoned.

Qingyun called the coachman who was far away and carried the little beggar into the carriage. The carriage drove quickly towards the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After arriving at the Prime Minister's Mansion, the little beggar was taken to Qingyun's alchemy room. Throughout the night, Liangchen Garden and the Alchemy Room were brightly lit.

The next day, the sun rises. The earth is completely white, and after a day and night of snow, the white color dominates people's vision.

Qingyun had a dark circle under her eyes and opened her big eyes while applying the acupuncture. This was the third person who needed her to perform acupuncture overnight, and she never wanted a fourth person to appear.

After pulling out the last silver needle. The little beggar spit out a mouthful of black blood and turned pale. But it's obviously much better.

Qingyun collapsed on the ground from exhaustion, but Qiuyue and Dongxue hugged Qingyun back together.

A few hours later, the little beggar opened his eyes. There's a moment of nervousness when you find yourself somewhere else. Turning around, he saw Qing Xiao glaring at him.

Qing Xiao forced a smile: "Oh, are you awake?".

"Ahem, where is this?".

"As you wish, this is the Prime Minister's Mansion, and you were successfully brought back by Xue'er."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." The little beggar turned his head, looking confused.

Qing Xiao said disdainfully: "Okay, stop pretending, everyone surnamed Bai has confessed, and your identity as a little prince has not been preserved."

The little prince was obviously stunned for a moment, a little at a loss.

"Your name is Wen Zeyi, right?".

Wen Zeyi said nothing, but it was obvious that Qing Xiao was right.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qing Xiao continued to mock: "I really don't know if you are smart or stupid.

The smart one knows the absolute safety of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but the stupid one relies on poisoning himself to get into the Prime Minister's Mansion, and almost poisons himself to death, haha."

The last laugh made Wen Zeyi blush. He had indeed given the poison to himself, just to get into the Prime Minister's Mansion.

After so many days of observation, he found that only the Prime Minister's Mansion had the fewest spies. Especially the one around Qingyun is extremely clean.

So just enter the Prime Minister's Mansion and stay by Qingyun's side. He no longer has to worry about his safety, and he doesn't have to be in such a mess.

But after what happened during the day, he also discovered that Qingyun was not the kind of brainless and kind-hearted official lady. Ordinary bitter meat tactics had no effect on her, so he thought of using poison.

He had no money to buy poison, but he had it on him. Moreover, it is a strange poison unique to Dongling.

He hesitated for a long time whether to do this, but finally gritted his teeth and did it. I just didn't control the dosage, and I almost poisoned myself. This was the biggest failure of his plan.

Fortunately, Qingyun's medical skills were very good and she brought him back from hell.

Wen Zeyi breathed a sigh of relief, "Now that you know my identity, you should also understand my reasons for doing this."

"Farewell, my king, this is not your Dongling. Please take care of yourself and don't make any more trouble."

Qing Xiao did not give him any face, nor did he treat him as a child.