Chapter 15o

When the old lady heard that Yan Qingyu had a cold and was bedridden, she sent her personal nanny to bring some medicinal materials to care for her, and at the same time told her to rest more and not to get seriously ill because of copying scriptures.

During the period when Yan Qingyu was sick, many people came to the door for concern. After all, she was valued by the old lady and was no longer the unknown concubine. Whether it was to please or make jokes, all the young men, ladies, and aunts, basically once, or sent someone to visit.

Because of the illness, Yan Qingyu became much quieter. No one deliberately stepped forward to provoke, and no one would maliciously frame him. He could lie comfortably on the bed thinking about his next plan, and was so lazy that he didn't have to deal with anything.

Just when Feng Han was about to get better, Yan Qingyu was basking in the sun outside to remove the chills on her body. An unexpected guest came to her door in person and came to her yard. Yan Qingyu looked at the person who was walking in and immediately threw down the book in her hand. She turned her hands into the man's face, and put her hands on her waist: "My daughter, please pay homage to the prince!"

Mo Yiqing showed up and wanted to look at Yan Qingyu's face carefully and smiled gently: "Well, your face looks no different from usual. I heard that you are sick, but it seems that you are about to recover from your illness?"

"Yes, thank you for your concern!" Yan Qingyu frowned slightly, unable to understand why the prince came here to visit her? And Yan Zi was not around today, as if she was coming to her here on purpose.

It doesn't matter if it's someone else. The problem is that she has a engagement, and there can't be any rumors. His Royal Highness, who knows these things, does not bring anyone to her yard. What is this?

Mo Yiqing looked around and a simple smile appeared in his gentle eyes, as if he was a boy next door. He said softly: "I am still wondering if the reason for your illness is because of the last glass of wine from Rong Xinhou. Rong Xinhou's personality has always been like that. I was not very easy to take action at that time. Miss Seven wouldn't mind?"

"That's all past things. Why should your prince take it to heart?" Yan Qingyu frowned slightly and changed the subject. "Brother seems to be not in the mansion. I will send someone to find him. If your prince has something to do with him, please wait in the front hall!"

Yan Qingyu's words were very cold. She was an unmarried woman and shouldn't have met guests in her yard. So her tone was a bit serious. When the prince heard it, his eyes flashed lightly and he slowly apologized: "Miss Seven said very well, but I am not familiar with the mansion. Can I ask Miss Seven to lead the way?"

"It's a bit inconvenient for the ministers..."

"It's okay, I'll push you!" Mo Yiqing put his hands on the back of the wheelchair behind Yan Qingyu, and his attitude was a bit strong. Before she could refuse this time, she pushed the person forward. When passing by some corners of the mansion, many people would look around. Why is His Royal Highness so close to Miss Seven?

On the way to the hall, Yan Ruoyi happened to pass by when she left the old lady's yard. She saw the scene of Yan Qingyu and Mo Yiqing getting along from afar, and couldn't help but stop. On one side, Yan Ruoyi's biological mother, Aunt Yan, twisted the water snake's waist and looked at the scene in the distance with a playful look, put her hands on her hips, and said sarcastically: "Tsk, our seventh lady is really loved now. The old lady looks at her with different eyes. The eldest son loves endlessly, and is the fiancée of the fourth prince... Now look, even the crown prince is so gentle to her...Tsksk tsksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksksk

Yan Ruoyi's beautiful eyes were slightly dim, and the luster in her eyes seemed a little silent as if covered with dust. She clenched her fists gently in her sleeves and looked at the men and women talking and laughing in the distance, biting her lips lightly: "Seventh sister's personality is arousing and painful, this is natural."

"Hmph, in my opinion, she is just a vixen, fickle. The fourth prince is not in power. She is now staring at His Royal Highness and the position of the Crown Prince." Aunt Yan's charming and sexy face showed a strong ridicule. Although she is over 30 years old, she still maintains the beauty of a girl. Coupled with a little bit of the sexy maturity of a young woman, even standing there quietly attracted countless servants to peek at her.

Aunt Yan was a brothel woman. Because she was not selling her skills, she finally caught Yan Xun's eyes and became one of the concubines of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

From a brothel woman to a prime minister’s concubine, this is not something that an ordinary woman can do. Brothel woman is like a lowly prostitute. Her lowly status will not arouse the love of anyone. Even if she is redeemed from a brothel, she can only be kept outside as an outdoor room, or as a toy, a concubine... she is not even qualified to be a concubine.

But Aunt Yan had this method to allow herself to be carried into the Prime Minister's Mansion openly. If she said that she could confuse people with her beauty only, she would definitely not be able to do this.

"Daughter, I tell you that you must be favored by His Highness the Crown Prince. You are so beautiful, and you have all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. You are the only woman who can be worthy of His Highness the Crown Prince. Don't stand here like a piece of wood, hurry up and go over. As for that Yan Qingyu's mother, she will deal with it well!" Aunt Yan pushed Yan Ruoyi hard, and her eyes were filled with strong interests. As a brothel woman, as an aunt, she is her final identity. But her daughter is different. Her daughter has been trained very beautifully since she was a child, and she has to be separated by a pair of fists, and she has won the title of No. 1 Beauty in the capital. She has infinite possibilities and can even become a prince's concubine.

She will only be a humble concubine and concubine in her life, but if her daughter can stand above all others, her wish will be fulfilled.

Her daughter is her only support, and in order to be open and upright, she will become more than ten thousand people without any stains, so some things must be done by her and she cannot dirty her daughter's hands.

Yan Ruoyi was pushed hard and retreated directly. After tidying up her appearance, she came to Mo Yiqing and Yan Qingyu, and smiled slightly, "Seventh Sister, Prince, where are you going?"

Yan Ruoyi was slightly blessed with a happy body, and her expression was particularly calm. When facing Mo Yiqing, she would show a faint indifference. It was completely different from those women who wanted to come forward to please, which made Mo Yiqing look at it a few more times.

"Who is this?"

"Return to the Crown Prince, my daughter is the third prime minister, Yan Ruoyi!" Yan Ruoyi's faint white dress was covered with a hint of fairy spirit. There are many beautiful women in this world, but there are very few contradictory and sexy women like fairies and monsters.

Yan Ruoyi has a very delicate and sexy facial features, and every move is full of temptation, but she is wearing a white dress to cover her body, which has forced her to suppress the more weirdness and sacredness of the immortals.

"Yeah!" A faint surprise flashed through Mo Yiqing's eyes, but he did not look at Yan Ruoyi too much. He looked down at Yan Qingyu in front of him, and a faint trace passed through his eyes, covering up his thoughts.

Yan Qingyu suddenly felt a faint gaze. Yan Ruoyi's emotions were hidden in front of her, but she was still exposed to a trace of jealousy. Yan Qingyu really didn't have to think about a faint gaze, or who did the sharp gaze come from, but she didn't expect that her third sister was actually the prince's admirer?

However, a mask was shrouded on both of them at the same time, covering up the darkest heart. These two people were made of heaven and earth.

"The third sister is here just in time. Your Highness the Crown Prince accidentally got lost. Can you please send Your Highness to the front hall?" Yan Qingyu smiled slightly and quietly matched the two of them. This action made the two of them confused at the same time.

Yan Ruoyi was desperate to ask for it, but on the surface he nodded very coldly, "Seventh sister is somewhat inconvenient to move, so I will guide the prince's way. You have to rest more when you are sick."

"Okay, Sister Xie is concerned!" Yan Qingyu threw Mo Yiqing to Yan Ruoyi without saying anything. Mo Yiqing wanted to say something but could only look at her back and leave.

Yan Ruoyi looked back at him carefully, then turned her head; "Please please!"

The faint blush from Yan Ruoyi's ear tip was not hidden from Mo Yiqing's eyes. His gentle face showed a strange sneer, but his gaze looked back uncontrollably. He had great confidence in himself. In this world, no matter which woman could not defeat his gentleness and identity, only Yan Qingyu...

Mo Yiqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and the ink color in her eyes flashed through.

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Mo Yiqing did not stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion for long. Shortly after he left, Yan Ziran returned from the Imperial College. In the afternoon, Yan Xun came to the court for a monthly Qiyun. Everyone gathered together and had different thoughts to eat. Yan Qingyu went to the old lady to meditate and recite scriptures, and greeted her. She went to the night before returning to her yard.

As soon as I returned to my yard, I saw a little girl coming over with a bowl of soup, and she was blessed with blessings: "Miss, this is the ginseng soup sent by the eldest son to me. I said that you have spent a lot of effort on praying for the old lady to copy scriptures and pray for blessings in recent times. When the eldest son felt distressed, he stewed ginseng soup for you in the kitchen. I hope that it will be helpful to your health after drinking it."

Yan Qingyu glanced at it and said, "Well, put it on the table!"

"Yes, if I don't have any other instructions, I will go back and report my life first." The little girl was gentle and polite. Although she looked a little unfamiliar, her gentle and polite behavior looked like the big girl's posture. So Yan Qingyu did not have too much suspicion, but smiled slightly, picked up the soup bowl and smelled it.

Well, it is indeed a top-notch red ginseng, and the warm and tonic effect is very good.

Yan Ziran often gave Yan Qingyu some things or supplements, but it was the first time she gave ginseng soup. She took a sip without any doubt. When she thought the taste was good, she started to drink it slowly.

Put the bowl on the table and wiped his mouth, then habitually walked to the side of the table and spread out a map of the capital to check it carefully. There were many notes marked on the map, which were densely packed and very detailed, showing that Yan Qingyu might have new actions next.

Chishui walked in from outside in a cold air. He just found out that there were eyeliners outside the Prime Minister's Mansion, and I don't know where the forces came from. So it took a little time when he came in, but the reason why he looked bad was not here, and...

"Bai Jiu just woke up and wanted to see you!" Chishui's tone was a hint of a man's depression. His voice was not as feminine as usual. His voice was low and a hint of masculinity at this time, which made Yan Qingyu look up.

Akarasu is in a bad mood now.

"Let him recover from his injuries first, I'm not available for the time being!" Yan Qingyu frowned slightly. When this sentence was said, Chi Shu's fresh breath became softer, and the chill just now seemed like an illusion.

"good!"

Chishui's mood began to improve because like Ziyu, he always had a strong possessiveness in his heart and rejected the magical demon army. He and Ziyu were shadows that had always been guarding the master, and could never live in the sun, and were also swords in the master's hand, and could never disperse the strong smell of blood on his body. The army was following the master openly and enjoying the warmth of the sun. The bright light emitted by usual covers the shadows of Ziyu, so that the master could forget them.

So he and Ziyu didn't like the Phantom Demon Army, and hoped that those people would never keep their masters by their side, as far away as possible.

"I told Bai Jiu that you will not see each other again unless he recovers the injury!" A faint temptation flashed through Chi Rabbit's eyes, and there was also the nervousness that was not easy to detect.

Yan Qingyu didn't think something was wrong, but nodded trustfully: "Well, just say that!"

The smile on the corner of Chi Rabbit's mouth became bigger and bigger. The faint sunlight that had just appeared was completely replaced by a conspiracy. His beautiful eyes showed an intoxicating shimmer. However, suddenly he seemed to smell something strange. He turned around and looked around. Finally, his eyes locked on the bowl of ginseng soup, reached out to open the lid... Seeing that there were still some residues left inside, he picked up the bowl, and drank the residues directly...

Seeing this, Yan Qingyu couldn't help but think that he wanted to drink it, so she said, "If you want to drink it, I'll stew it for you..."

"Did you drink?" Chishui drank some of the juice left in the ginseng soup, and his originally stretched brows frowned tightly into a mountain in an instant. He put down the bowl in his hand and walked quickly to Yan Qingyu, holding her wrist, his voice sharp and rapid.

"Yeah, I've drunk it!" Yan Qingyu's face couldn't help but become serious, "What's wrong with this soup?"

Words... Before the sound was over, Yan Qingyu suddenly felt weak all over and sat directly on the chair. Her body felt a strong pain and a hot feeling, and her eyes began to blur... The limbs were weak but the body was particularly hot. A flame emerged from the depths of her body. She only felt an empty sound in her ears, and then a heat flow passed by...

Chi Shu's slightly changed face was deeply imprinted in Yan Qingyu's eyes.

He reached out to wrap his arms around Yan Qingyu and quickly put her flat on the bed, then took out a dagger to cut her wrist. When the blood flowed out, the black spider birthmark on Chi Rabbit's wrist kept moving as if he had come alive. He reached out and pulled Yan Qingyu's collar but looked at the beautiful scenery on the snow-white chest without any desire. Instead, he used the dagger to cut a wound in her heart, and then moved his wrist to her heart. The black spider birthmark slowly began to move from under the skin, bit by bit, and then revealed his true body through the blood vessels and blood.

It is a black spider, and it is alive.

After leaving Chishui, the black spider lay on Yan Qingyu's heart and sucked blood. The naked eye could see that the spider's belly began to slowly become redder and redder, and then the belly became bigger and bigger... Chishui sent a sound from the air and then threw the black spider into the wine. After a few breaths, he took out the spider from the wine and put it on the wound of Yan Qingyu's heart... This action was repeated several times. Finally, when Yan Qingyu's face returned to normal, Chishui breathed a lot of relief.

The black spider once again entered Chirara's body, turned into a black birthmark, sleeping under Chirara's skin and no longer moving.

Ziyu knelt beside Yan Qingyu and applied medicine to the wound in her heart. Her eyes became redder and redder... Slowly, her black pupils were stained with a strange red color, and her white eyeballs were covered with thin bloodshots, like a red spider web that blocked her gaze and her only remaining reason.

"Ziyu, who gave this soup?" Chishui's face did not stretch, poisoning under their noses. Is this stupid seeking death or provocation?

Ziyu fell into an indescribable violent rage because of Yan Qingyu's injuries. She slowly stood up, then pulled out the long sword from her waist with her backhand and smiled slightly at Chishui. The blood color bloomed in the night, but Chishui sighed deeply, Ding Shu: "Don't make a fuss too fiercely. If you can't control your emotions, go and kill them. Just be happy!"

Ziyu left... She had seen a strange girl coming to the yard, so she was going to look for it now... Find the girl out, chop her up bit by bit, pierce her bit by bit, and kill her bit by bit.

However, not long after Ziyu left, Chishui stood in front of the bed with her hands on her chest and said lightly: "That silly girl Ziyu has been cheated again!"

Yan Qingyu, who was originally pale and had a thread of life, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up slowly, just like Chi Shu's helpless voice. She gently rubbed her eyebrows: "Ziyu is too innocent."

"Well, so I'll be deceived by you every time, and I won't have a memory!" Chisai nodded in agreement, and even he didn't show the doting in his tone.

"Go check it out and see who took the action."

"What should I do after I find it?" Achira asked.

"You can do it!" Yan Qingyu lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Her lips were terrifyingly white. The poisoning just now was not a lie, but it was not very toxic.

"If you kill, you won't know the murderer!" Achira confirmed again.

"I don't need to know who the murderer is, the one who provokes me to death!"

Chishui narrowed her eyes with satisfaction, and her unparalleled face exudes a gorgeous and savage charm. She bent down and lowered her eyes like surrender: "I understand!"

In a courtyard in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Aunt Yan finally heard the result she wanted and couldn't help but show a sexy smile. She held Yan Ruoyi's hand tightly, her eyes full of pampering; "Daughter, good news, do you want to hear it?"

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