After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Li Qingyuan has its own rules. If you knock on the door incorrectly, you will never be able to get in. This house is like a dead house.

Yun Jianfeng knocked on the door in a rhythm of 791. He looked around, afraid that he would be seen.

Soon, the heavy wooden door was pulled open from the inside, making a muffled sound from the friction of ancient wood.

"Boss Yun, please come in." The guard made way for him and gestured for him to come in.

Yun Jianfeng slipped in, the door of Li Qingyuan closed quickly, and everything returned to peace again.

Li Qingyuan and Yun Jianfeng didn't come here often, but he was familiar with several of the leaders. They knew that he had a good relationship with Xuanji and were very polite to him.

"Has your master been in Shengjing these days?" Yun Jianfeng asked as he walked in.

Xing Zhu replied: "I don't know. The master hasn't been to Li Qingyuan for a long time, and no tasks have been assigned."

Ever since Qingyu was transferred away, Xingzhu has been in charge of Li Qingyuan. At this moment, he was leading Yun Jianfeng to the tea room.

This is the way to serve guests, and their subordinates have no choice but to follow it.

Yun Jianfeng seemed to figure out where the road under his feet led to, and he also knew that Xuan Ji had been away for the past few days, so he no longer had the intention of staying.

He stopped. Xingzhu, who had already walked two or three steps forward, saw that he had not caught up with her, so she had to stop as well and turned to look at him in confusion.

"I won't go in and sit down." Yun Jianfeng took out an envelope from his sleeve and handed it to Xing Zhu, "Please help me deliver this letter to your master. The situation is urgent, please deliver it as quickly as possible."

Xingzhu frowned and felt that the envelope in his hand weighed a thousand pounds.

He cupped his hands and said, "Yes!"

After Yun Jianfeng left, the letter was secretly sent to the East Palace.

East Palace.

Qin Junyu's injuries had not yet healed, and he was lying on the couch reading a letter, with a thin velvet blanket covering his lower body.

The words in the letter were somewhat similar to his, but the essence was not there. However, compared to the last time, it was a great improvement.

The more he read, the more serious his expression became.

By the time he finished reading the signature, the letter paper was wrinkled from his hands.

"Cough cough cough..."

"Cough cough cough..."

Once you get emotional, it's easy for your qi and blood to attack your heart and affect the wound.

Upon hearing this, A Shun rushed in, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, and smelling of medicine and firewood.

"Your Highness, what happened?"

A Xuan rushed to the bedside. Qin Junyu smelled the pungent smell and coughed even more violently.

Ah Falcon had no choice but to stroke his back and fan him, and his eyes happened to fall on the letter in his hand.

There was a lot of dense writing, but he had good eyesight and captured the key information at a glance.

Marriage, Prince Qing, fake death, leaving Beijing, Tianxuan Villa...

Ah Falcon's heart trembled. These few words contained too much information. He couldn't react for a moment and couldn't even associate it with the specific event.

But seeing that His Highness reacted so violently, it must be a big deal.

Qin Junyu calmed down, his forehead covered with tears. He calmly put the letter back into the envelope and handed it to Ah Falcon, "Burn it."

Ah Falcon exclaimed "Ah?" in surprise, then took the letter, walked to the brazier, took out a tinder and lit the letter. The letter quickly turned into ashes.

Ah Falcon felt a little regretful. He hadn't even read the contents of the letter before it was burned. His Highness would definitely not tell him what it was about.

In this way, won't he never know?

He squatted beside the brazier for a long time. Qin Junyu suppressed the itchiness in his throat and whispered, "A Falcon."

Ah Falcon ran over happily and half-knelt beside the couch.

Qin Junyu looked embarrassed.

"I ask you."

"Is love fulfillment or possession?"

After he asked this question, he felt embarrassed and lowered his head with an embarrassed face.

Ah Falcon was confused by this incoherent question. He scratched the back of his head and said, "Your Highness, what does this mean? What is fulfillment and what is possession?"

Qin Junyu no longer had any hope in him and simply did not answer. He closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.

Ah Falcon said to himself, "Although I don't know what it means, Your Highness has always gotten what he wanted before. Why would you want to let go this time?"

"Your Highness is the Crown Prince, the heir to the throne. To be honest, apart from the Emperor, the most honorable person in the entire Liuli is you, Your Highness. Is there anything you like that you cannot get?"

After hearing these words, Qin Junyu was not comforted, but felt even more depressed.

He is the crown prince, the heir apparent second only to the emperor, but he cannot even protect the person he loves.

The Queen wanted her to marry Qin Fengtian, but she had no choice but to stay in the East Palace, forcing her to write letters to help others.

The more Qin Junyu thought about it, the more useless he felt.

It is naturally not difficult to help her escape in the identity of Xuanji. He is injured and has difficulty in moving, so he can let Axuan pretend to be himself and send her to Shicheng.

But as soon as she left, "Miss Nian Susu of the Prime Minister's Mansion" died, and such a person no longer existed in the world.

She could run away, hide her identity, and live freely for the rest of her life, but they no longer have that possibility.

How should he respond then?

He couldn't just let her go and send her away in person.

But he couldn't just watch her marry Qin Fengtian.

Qin Junyu clenched his fists, his heart was in a knot.

A Falcon was at a loss, feeling that he had said something wrong, but he didn't know what to say to make up for it. After staying for a long while, he quietly retreated.

……

The Queen's birthday banquet is in two days, but Nian Susu has not received a reply from Xuan Ji. There is no news at all, and even Yun Jianfeng has no message.

She was a little impatient.

When she helped Li Yaoyuan fake her death, she prepared more than ten days in advance, calculated several possible accidents, and prepared various response plans. Fortunately, they were not used in the end, and she left very smoothly.

Although we have some experience this time, there are still two days left, which is too tight.

Nian Susu paced back and forth in the room, feeling extremely anxious.

The sun was setting and she was hesitating whether to go to Yun Jianfeng to ask about the situation, but someone knocked on her door.

In her tense state, the slightest movement could scare her.

Nian Susu patted his chest, calmed down, and then opened the door.

When she saw the person outside the door, she was so shocked that she couldn't speak, and her joy was beyond words.

"Xuan Ji!" She almost cried.

"Come in, come in!" Nian Susu didn't care about the taboos between men and women, and took his arm and pulled him into the room.

The two looked at each other.

Xuan Ji was wearing a mask, so she couldn't see his expression, but he smelled strongly of medicine and his lips were pale. Based on her intuition, she knew that he must be injured or sick.

Nian Su Su held his chin and looked at him, "Xuan Ji, are you injured?"

Xuan Ji's back stiffened and he tightened his hands on his knees.

"Well... you know that in our line of work, we fight and kill every day, and getting injured is commonplace."

Nian Su Su understood, "Oh~"

Xuan Ji felt guilty and quickly changed the subject, "Do you want to fake your death and leave Beijing like Miss Li did?"