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

She didn't necessarily know what Murong Yao was doing here. After all, she didn't have the guts to treat Shi Fenglan badly.

Murong Yao's face froze, she gritted her teeth, bent down and said, "Thank you."

Qingyun saw her looking like she was about to die as she thanked her, and was a little amused, "It's just a thank you. Why bother to do it when she feels so embarrassed?"

Murong Yao closed her eyes tightly, bent her waist at ninety degrees, and said nothing.

"Go back and tell Yan Qin'ao, this is not how you teach children."

Murong Yao then straightened up and grabbed Qingyun who was about to leave, "No, it wasn't Ali who asked me to come. It was me who wanted to thank you. I knew you would definitely come to my sister's place today, so I waited at the door. I came out with you."

After saying that, Murong Yao lowered her eyes, her bright and flamboyant eyes dimming, "I'm too stupid, not as smart as those official ladies in the capital. I'm just angry, and I didn't want to cause trouble for Ali."

As he said that, he became awkward again and did not dare to look directly at Qingyun. "I'm sorry for saying those bad words yesterday. And, thank you very much."

Qingyun looked at Murong Yao's side face and almost felt shy on her face. Then he smiled and said, "Don't thank me. I'm not here to help you. If there is a problem in Prince Xian's Mansion, both the princess and Yan Qin'ao will be involved. I won't benefit from anything."

She didn't finish. If there is a problem with the reputation of Prince Xian's Palace, then Yan Qin'ao, who has little chance of winning, will probably be even more unpopular with the old-fashioned people in the court. That was definitely not what she wanted to see.

Murong Yao's shy expression stiffened for a moment, but she soon recovered.

"I know, but thank you anyway."

Qingyun raised her eyebrows and turned to leave. Murong Yao held on to her sleeves.

Qingyun put her eyes on Murong Yao's hand holding her sleeve with a hint of meaning, telling her to let go.

But Murong Yao had no intention of letting go. She bit her lip tightly and hesitated for a moment before saying: "Sister Princess, how is she...?".

It seemed that she felt that it was wrong for a concubine to care about another princess, or she regretted her inquiry.

Qingyun lowered her head in annoyance without waiting for an answer. He loosened his grip on Qingyun's sleeves and said angrily: "Forget it, I'd better ask the doctor myself."

Qingyun amusedly stroked the sleeves that were wrinkled by Murong Yao, "The princess is fine, just an ordinary cold. If you are worried, you can give her some better medicinal materials."

Murong Yao was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and suddenly she said, "Who said I care about her? She...she...if she...if...".

The next words were too vicious, and she still couldn't say them out.

But Qing heard it and took it directly, "You want to say that if she is gone, it will be too late for you to be happy, right?"

Murong Yao's eyes widened. At that moment, this was indeed what she wanted to say. But this was not her original intention, and she did not really wish anything to happen to Shi Fenglan. Instead, she hoped that she would be well.

But now that Qingyun had said it, she could only bite the bullet and say "yes". He crossed his arms across his chest, looking very embarrassed.

When Qingyun looked at her, she always felt like a child pretending to be an adult. It's as interesting as watching Snowball pretend to catch mice in front of you.

So I wanted to tease her, "Oh, in that case, I can give you a pack of medicine, which is colorless and odorless. As long as the princess's medicine is given to her, she will never survive the night."

Murong Yao's expression changed again, and she looked at Qingyun in disbelief, with a bit of disappointment in her wide eyes, "Qingyun, you are really crazy. Sister Wangfei is so good to you, and you actually want to Repay kindness with hatred."

Qingyun's expression was calm, and she showed no intention of retreating from Murong Yao's accusation. "So what, you and me don't have any deep hatred, so we can be considered good friends. When you become the princess, I can still be good friends with Prince Xian's Mansion. And this You were the one who gave the poison, it has nothing to do with me, I just didn't expect that my poison was stolen by you."

Qingyun said it seriously and seemed to really think this was a feasible solution.

Murong Yao was so angry that she said, "That's enough! Qingyun, I really misjudged you. I will definitely tell Ali about this and let him be wary of you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left. But after taking two steps, he turned back and threatened Qingyun fiercely: "There are maids and servants everywhere here. If you dare to do harm to the princess and sister, I will never let you go."

This time he left simply, not even wanting to look back at Qingyun. Naturally, Qingyun's eyes were full of interest, and the corners of her lips curved unconsciously.

Murong Yao couldn't tell, but Chunhua and Qiuyue still understood that Qingyun was teasing her.

Qiuyue said with a smile: "The concubine of King Xian is really innocent, and she even believed such a simple joke."

"If she wasn't innocent, Yan Qin'ao wouldn't look down on her either."

Qiuyue wonders, "A wise and mighty man like a wise king should be best matched with a wise and virtuous person like the princess. How can he like a simple person like a concubine?"

As he said this, he shook his head to himself, seeming to feel sorry for Shi Fenglan. They often follow Qingyun, and they can see many things clearly.

Qingyun raised her eyes and looked at the closed door behind her, and said lightly: "Maybe after seeing too much briquettes, I will have a soft spot for solid bricks."

Chunhua Qiuyue and the two were confused by these words, and they didn't understand what Qingyun meant.

Qingyun did not explain, and left the Prince Xian's Mansion with the two of them.

As soon as the carriage arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Qingyun met Qingrongxu who had just returned from the palace. Seeing that it was Qingyun's carriage, Qingrongxu deliberately waited at the door. When Qingyun got off the bus, she rushed forward to greet her.

Qingyun was wondering, "Why did dad come back so early today?"

Qing Rongxu followed Qing Yun into the door and said as she walked: "There are a lot of things on the eve of the Spring Festival. Come back to get some things and leave immediately. But Xue'er, the weather is cold, don't go out all the time, and if you get caught by the wind and cold, your father will feel sorry for you. ".

Qingyun's eyebrows melted like spring snow, revealing a bit of warmth, "Don't worry, dad, he understands his daughter's health. It's dad who should pay attention to his health. No matter how many official duties he has, he can leave them to his servants, and he doesn't have to do everything himself."

"Dad knows, but we can't be careless about the New Year's Eve banquet. There will be Spring Festival after the new year, which is the top priority, so we will definitely be busy for a while."

Qing Rongxu sighed, feeling helpless about her hard life.

Qingyun was shocked, "Chunwei takes the exam every three years. I just passed the exam this year, why will it happen next year?"

Speaking of this, Qing Rongxu also straightened his expression, "Not long ago, Pei Boran sent a letter from all the way. There are many officials in the world, and in many places there are even cases where officials oppress the people, and the people are living without the people.