Outside the window, the weeping willows are lush and uneven.

The flakes are flying, leaving everything blank, as if it is another snow rewarded by God.

Inside the window, there is no beauty of spring.

Yin Qingqi lowered her eyebrows, hugged her clothes and retreated to the corner, quietly making up for her damaged dignity.

Enough playing, clean up the mess yourself.

At that moment, she felt as if she was really caught in a game of chess, and she was the pawn that was slaughtered by others.

Whether to go or stay, whether to stop or throw, it is all up to the person in front of you to decide.

Qi Yuan didn't seem to notice the movement here, and half sat at the table, devoting himself to the paperwork.

But the tightened eyebrows betrayed him.

The heart is impetuous, and there is some embarrassment of losing his soul.

In less than a quarter of an hour, Qi Yuan tore off the paper he had reviewed. The paper twisted in brute force, and then was discarded.

"Get Siniang." Qi Yuan raised his eyes as cold as frost, and gave orders that could not be refused.

Yin Qingqi didn't know where his anger came from, stood up, and paced out the door to find Siniang.

Qi Yuan exhaled slowly.

When Siniang was found by Yin Qingqi, she was inevitably surprised.

Over the years, even if they encounter extremely difficult children, the girls can endure it. And Yin Qingqi is even more forbearant and stubborn, and the prince is not an arrogant and unreasonable person, why can't this guest take it today?

She followed Yin Qingqi to the prince's wing.

Now, I'm even more confused.

What the prince asked her to go to was where he usually worked.

Once she arranged for a girl to quietly clean the prince's room, and after Qi Yuan knew about it, he still redeemed the girl in the palace as a maid.

Later, almost no one knew about the existence of this room anymore.

But apparently today, the prince let Yin Qingqi in.

The prince did not discover his conversion.

It's so much fun.

Siniang smiled, faintly uncheckable.

The girl in front of her behaved slowly and gently, but there was no intention of procrastination.

"Siniang, has the capital been peaceful recently?" Qi Yuan got straight to the point.

"No one makes trouble, no one smuggles, all the sons are still as usual, everything is safe in the capital." Siniang did not cling to the prince like others, and her tone was indifferent. What she said was not for the sake of flattery, but for the truth.

Yin Qingqi had no intention of listening, but this question and answer also made her understand seven or eight points.

Jinghong Hall is now the largest place to play in the entire imperial city, entrenched in the center, occupying the first place, and the most people flowing. Since ancient times, this kind of fireworks has been a place for intelligence smuggling, and the Jinghong Pavilion is naturally no exception.

So this is the intelligence center dedicated to the prince.

Yin Qingqi stood aside with a blank face, ignoring it, not caring, not curious, and naturally not surprised.

"This girl, please pay more attention to Siniang." Qi Yuan and Siniang discussed the political situation for a long time, and in the end, such a sentence came out.

Yin Qingqi's heart rippled, and he couldn't tell what the prince's intentions were.

Then I don't think about it anymore.

She watched him turn away, as if nothing had happened.

When Siniang heard the prince's last words, her originally hanging heart was put down, and she finally couldn't help it and laughed completely.

She thought that the prince had heard something, and the court was no longer as stable as it was.

never thought that the cause of the final incident was the little girl in front of him.

What a drunkard, he doesn't mean to drink.

After Siniang left, Yin Qingqi began to clean up the room.

In fact, it is basically the same here, and the prince has never spent the night here.

Then, she saw the scrapped ball of paper.

Yin Qingqi was not curious about what was written on it, but it suddenly occurred to her that if there was anything about the political situation on this paper, it would never be picked up by others.

She doesn't open it to confirm its contents, she doesn't throw it away, she locks it in a wooden box at the foot of her bed.

Since she was kicked out of the palace, she no longer trusts anyone easily.

I prepared a locked box to hold my secrets.

It's just that there is nothing in the box until now.

Yin Qingqi came to find Siniang again, in response to Siniang's instructions when she went out of the room.

"Qingqi, from tomorrow, the compartment on the right side of the prince's wing will be your residence, this girl is called Cuizhu, and she will be your maid in the future." Siniang looked at her side and gestured to Yin Qingqi.

Yin Qingqi suddenly understood the words of the prince today, and he was left by him, representing the prince and not only her.

"Thank you, Siniang." She saluted.

After three years in the Yeting Palace, she was no longer used to the life of a maid.

She has long been not the second lady of the Hou Mansion, and now she is not blessed to enjoy such treatment.

It's just a reminder of the past.

Is this a blessing or a curse? Is it fortunate or unfortunate?

I'm afraid that the days to come will be even more difficult.

Yin Qingqi's relative leisure has long made the other girls in the Jinghong Pavilion complain, but at that time, due to the relationship between the prince and Siniang, they only dared to murmur a few words behind their backs, but now that she has a loft and a maid, the dissatisfaction in her heart is even more difficult to suppress.

In fact, they are not the only ones who have this kind of psychology of not seeing the good of others.

The tea of the Jinghong Pavilion pays attention to a fine word, and it has never used the tea sold on the market, which is just superheated and brewed, but it is suddenly tasteless.

Siniang doesn't know where the tea is picked from, and it has to be boiled in advance every time to ensure that the guests drink it is the most fragrant time for the tea to be boiled.

On this day, when Yin Qingqi was boiling tea, the people around him couldn't bear it.

"Yin Qingqi, come and help me move the piano. Alas, okay, do you understand, moving it like this will reduce the life of the piano. Let's go, let's go. ”

"Yin Qingqi, help move the table over there. Put it here, you can't see it in such a big open space? ”

"Yin Qingqi, the tea is not boiling? Are you responsible for what went wrong? ”

"Yin Qingqi ......"

If it was just to help at first, then the later people would probably have nothing to do.

If Yin Qingqi had a maid by her side who could help her at the beginning, but there were too many people looking for her, Rao was three heads and six arms, and she could only take care of one or the other.

It's not that she can't see that these people are making fun of her, and what they want is her hurry and unpreparedness.

"I really don't know how you were taken in by you, you don't look good, you don't have talent, you're clumsy, and it's in the way when you look at it!"

If I'm not mistaken, this should be Ji Jue, the geisha who keeps saying that she can't be destroyed.

It's like yesterday I pretended to be pitiful and begged her to help me, and today I indulged my jealousy to hurt others.

"I really don't know how a person like you has a face."

This trick of crossing the river and demolishing the bridge is not clever.

Yin Qingqi didn't hear it, she was always that unfazed and unangry, and let it be degraded.

She boiled her tea and prepared to leave.

But at that moment, the ghost raised his head in a daze.

At that moment, I saw Qi Yuan standing upstairs.

He was dressed in green clothes, with a belt half hanging and half falling off his waist, lazy and calm with majesty.

He always seems to have been.

It was easier to see him now, but she still didn't get used to it.

It's another momentary loss of mind.

His face was uncertain, for a long time, slowly, he spit out two words: "Come up."

Yin Qingqi was obedient and walked in front of Qi Yuan.

"I think of the second lady of the Hou Mansion who was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting in the past, so let's show it in front of everyone today."

But now, how can she still play the piano and sing and dance?