Quick travel starts from tearing apart the plane management bureau

Enjoying flowers? Jiuli raised her eyebrows and glanced at Yin Zhen. This is not too difficult, but it would not be good if someone saw it, right?

"What? Qingqing, can't you even agree to such a condition of mine?" Yin Zhen lowered his head and hugged Jiuli's waist, acting coquettishly.

"Is there a foolproof plan?" Jiuli pushed away the head that was leaning towards her. She refused to accept it. She felt that she was too young to be her age.

"Of course there are. If not, why would I take you out?" Yin Zhen raised his eyebrows proudly, "Let's just walk around my house. I have replaced those servants and no one will know."

"I've also planted red peonies and peonies. I'm sure you'll like them. Do you want to come with me to see them when they bloom?" He held Jiuli's hand tightly, with some uneasiness in his eyes.

"Okay," Jiuli agreed softly.

"I've been waiting for you to say this. I'm very happy." Yin Zhen's original uneasiness disappeared and he laughed heartily.

"What are you going to do if I don't agree?" Jiuli patted Yin Zhen's wrist, and they sat on the chaise longue together.

"If you don't agree, I'll tie you up and take you back, and then send you back after I'm done with you." Yin Zhen said in a low voice with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“You really have this in mind,” Jiuli shook her head.

"What's wrong? Is my idea a good one?" Yin Zhen looked proud and waved his sleeves to extinguish the candle.

"What are you doing?" Jiuli grabbed Yin Zhen's sleeve and said unhappily, but in fact she saw it clearly.

"After blowing out the lights, what can I do? Wouldn't I be suspicious of you if I saw two figures outside?" He said it with confidence.

"You really are." Jiuli frowned as if she had thought of something, "You are scared now, you were so arrogant before?"

"Isn't he going crazy?" Yin Zhen hesitated, not knowing whether to say it or not. He said with a little hesitation, "He knew that my mother and I asked for your hand in marriage, so he did what happened later."

"I just thought he did it on purpose. How could there be such a brother?" Yin Zhen complained in a low voice. Moreover, he married Qingqing but did not treat her well. Although she came to the main courtyard more often, she also came to Su Jue more often.

"So what if it's a foregone conclusion? Don't think about those things." Jiuli lowered his eyes. It seemed that his liking for Zhu Shuyue was questionable. He just liked good-looking people.

"He has so many beauties, but you are the only one for me, so you have to treat me well," Yin Zhen said in a teasing manner.

"How have I treated you badly?" Jiuli pinched Yin Zhen's earlobe helplessly, "I made you some new clothes for you to take back."

"Is it something that only I have or does he have it too?" Yin Zhen's eyes rolled, "If he has it too, then I don't want it."

"I'll only give it to you. You're such a jealous person." Jiuli pinched her ears with her fingertips, and sure enough, her ears slowly turned red.

"That's good. I will definitely dress well." Yin Zhen looked proud. "It's getting late. Let's go to bed early."

"Then you are not allowed to bother me, understand?" Jiuli let go of her hand, slid down from Yin Zhen's shoulder and hugged Jin Zhen's waist.

"I'll listen to you and promise not to bother you." Yin Zhen smiled and patted Jiuli on the shoulder, "Take a rest."

While the two of them were living a peaceful life, King Jing was having a hard time with Madam Gan. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and only fell asleep in the late night, going to court with dark circles under his eyes.

After getting up early and having breakfast, Jiuli thought about what she had done to King Jing. There would only be five months until March next year, and it would be too late in time, so she suppressed it.

The news that Madam Gan was pregnant spread very quickly, and the gifts from each courtyard were delivered in the afternoon. At the junction of the front courtyard and the back courtyard, the maids and eunuchs in the mansion were all there.

"Qing Ping and three others were suspected of plotting to murder the heir to the throne and were beaten to death,"

"Open your eyes wide and watch carefully today. Don't say I didn't warn you. If you touch something you shouldn't touch, it can kill you."

"The most important thing for a servant is loyalty. This is the fate of those who can't distinguish their master."

"You have to know what you should and shouldn't do. This is what happens when you betray your own people."

"In the future, do more and talk less, and treat yourself as a deaf and dumb person, otherwise don't blame our family for being cruel and ruthless."

The young eunuch who was brought back by Jiuli and was given the name Fengping stood there and lectured seriously, his eyes sinister and murderous.

"Hit." Feng Ping raised the corner of his lips and waved his hand.

As the hand fell, the three people next to them, including Qingping, were pressed on the bench. The boards fell down again and again, and in just a moment, their pants were dyed red, a glaring red.

The servants standing by were there, and those who had their eyes closed had their eyes opened as they continued to watch. My heart instantly sank to the bottom.

Not even a single wail was uttered, their heads just drooped, and the beating continued.

"We still have to be on duty tonight, so you all should go back." Feng Ping took a quick glance and noted down the strange look in his eyes.

"Clean it up," Feng Ping tilted his head and covered his nose with a handkerchief in disgust, "I'll give you three taels of silver for doing the job this time."

"Thank you, brother. Next time you have such a good thing, remember to call your brothers." Someone who knew him came forward to make friends and handed Feng Ping one or two taels of silver.

"Okay." Feng Ping smiled with a bit of evil in his voice, twisted his waist and walked towards the main courtyard. His back was straight and he didn't look like a eunuch.

When Fengping returned to the main courtyard, Jiuli was sitting on the chaise longue and mixing perfume with Anxiang. Her white fingertips and the cloisonné box set off each other so beautifully, making her look even more slender and graceful.

"I, Feng Ping, pay my respects to my master," Feng Ping bowed, "I have completed the tasks my master asked me to complete and have shipped all the items out."

"Leave it to Concubine Zhu, and you follow up secretly. I want solid evidence, not empty words." Jiuli took the powder with her fingertips, smelled it, and threw it aside with dissatisfaction.

"I understand. Madam Zhu also gave two maids to Shu, and they were passed on to the prince." Feng Ping's eyes were sharp. For those three people, death was not the end.

Although he looked like he was being beaten severely, he was actually still holding his breath. This was also for the purpose of deterrence. When a person panics, he will easily reveal his true colors.

"Find out more about it. I don't want to see any more trouble." Jiuli moved the spoon, her eyes were gentle but her words were not.

"Yes." Feng Ping thought to himself that he could go find Sister Shuying later. He was happy and his heart was full of joy.

It was a month later when Concubine Zhu investigated. She was so angry that she almost exploded. It turned out that the only person the Zhu family cared about was the eldest sister, right?

He didn't even know whether he would have a child or not, but he was already thinking about clearing the way for her. He was using such a trick? Did he really think she was just an 11 or 12-year-old girl with no ability to resist?

"Send it to the front yard for His Majesty to review. Maid Shu will be demoted to a lady." Jiuli took a look and said, "There is no need to notify Concubine Li."

"Yes." Feng Ping took the order and left.

"Master, I'm afraid the prince will treat you lightly." Shuying's face was cold. If he wanted to gain the power of the Zhu family, he could only give in.

"That depends on Concubine Zhu's actions," Jiuli chuckled. Concubine Zhu didn't seem like someone who would let it go easily.