Chapter 177 (1/2)

It's already autumn. The weather is getting cooler and cooler. There is an occasional breeze blowing through the semi open window.

Yi Xiaoqiao sat on the soft collapse in front of the window. There was a piece of dried meat eating each piece. The dried dried meat chewed in her mouth. She had a bad feeling. She held her chin in one hand and her eyes fell on the courtyard door not far away.

With a squeak, the door opened a crack.

Yi Xiaoqiao left the dried meat and ran out with his shoes.

”Mu Yian...” her smile stiffened: ”how is it you?”

”Who does Madame think it is?” Tian Xiang teased with a smile: ”the general has entered the palace and hasn't come back yet.”

”I didn't think of him...” Yi Xiaoqiao explained duplicity, but halfway through his words, he felt that he meant ”there is no silver 300 Liang here” and swallowed it back.

”Don't think about it, madam. Miss Yi Zhen is waiting for you at the door.”

Yi Zhen!

Yi Xiaoqiao remembered that Yi Zhen thought of Yi Lan. When he thought of Yi Lan, he thought of the stupid thing he did. Although he couldn't help himself at that time, now he thinks back, it's really stupid. The prime minister's mansion is not without guards. Although Yi Lan stood in the door with awe inspiring righteousness, did he really let himself die in vain?

”What is she doing here?”

”It is said that I came to thank my wife.” Tian Xiang leaned forward: ”if madam doesn't want to comment, it's better for the maid to return to her?”

”Well, you'd better call in and let her wait for me in the flower hall. I'll go there later.” Yi Xiaoqiao went back to the house to tidy up his clothes and looked at his makeup again. Then he went to the front hall in no hurry.

To be fair, in fact, she doesn't want to see Yi Zhen.

Yi Zhen looks easy to get along with and always smiles. She has a good temper like a little white flower, but Yi Xiaoqiao knows that she has never been a white flower. She is a black hearted white flower. Such a girl is easy to relax her guard and walk into a trap unconsciously.

When he came to the front hall, as soon as he entered the door, Yi Zhen came face to face and held her hand: ”Mrs. mu, thank you.”

Before the words fell, she had flopped and knelt on the ground.

Yi Xiaoqiao was startled and hurriedly helped her up: ”Miss Yi Zhen, what are you doing!”

”Mrs. mu, thank you. If it weren't for you, my father might have...”

She looked up at Yi Xiaoqiao. Yi Xiaoqiao found that her eyes were full of tears and her face was full of pear flowers and rain.

No matter who looks at this innocent and harmless face, Yi Xiaoqiao has to be soft hearted. Although she doesn't like her in her heart, she can face such a small face, coupled with her constant desire to kneel down. She can't say anything cruel, so she can only help her to sit down in the chair and comfort her: ”Miss Yi, why? I don't think people will stand idly by when they see such a thing.”

Yi Zhen wiped her tears, but glanced at Yi Xiaoqiao from the corner of her eye. This kind of words can be said to be quite nice, but she is not the kind of child who is two or three years old. She believes when she tells a lie. She knows in her heart that no one in the world has the obligation to come to save you, even the people and the defense forces.