In the evening, a vegetarian meal was delivered to the temple.
Brother and sister Tan Zhi didn't like eating such bland porridge and side dishes, and kept sighing.
In contrast, Qiao Yuanfei's appetite is better.
The candlelight shone on the side of her face, making her face appear somewhat gentle and tranquil.
Just because his skin color is very fair, after the congestion on his forehead dissipated, that spot became even more bruised.
Dongye carefully parted a strand of her forehead hair to cover it.
Tan Zhi glanced at it for a few times, then came over and whispered: "Cousin, did you really fall on your head?"
Qiao Yuanfei glanced at his sky-blue gown, nodded calmly, but sighed in his heart.
Although the colors of the clothes are almost the same, the cousin is chubby, but the man has a slender figure and an outstanding temperament...
How could she admit her mistake?
Tan Zhi didn't know what Qiao Yuanfei was thinking, and asked with wide round eyes: "How could you fall on your head if you are fine? It doesn't look like a fall, but a collision."
Tan Yun rolled her eyes and interjected: "What does this look like? My feet slipped, and I fell to the ground. Then I fell down and hit my head on the ground."
Mrs. Qiao slapped her mouth with a handkerchief: "How can a noble lady in the capital be so full of vulgar words like you?"
Tan Yun pursed her lips and hummed: "I used to talk like this when I was in Xuanzhou, and my mother never called me vulgar. But it's different now that I'm in Beijing..."
Qiao Yuanfei pursed her lips and smiled lowly.
Tan Yun got even more excited. She crossed her arms and said, "In Xuanzhou, I climbed trees, and I even took sister A Yuan to climb with me. When I arrived in Shangjing, I was not allowed to do this or that. I ran out for a few seconds. Every step he takes is said to be unruly. How can there be so many rules? I think the person who follows the rules is just idle and has no place to fart..."
Mrs. Qiao was really angry when she heard this. She grabbed Tan Yun's ears and wanted to beat her.
Qiao Yuanfei and Tan Zhi quickly begged for mercy. As they were making a fuss, a deep male voice came from outside: "But the Tan family members?"
Everyone fell silent.
Qiao and Qiao Yuanfei looked at each other and stood up at the same time.
"A Yuan." Qiao stopped her and lowered her voice, "Stay in the house and don't show your face."
Qiao Yuanfei hesitated, pursed her lips and nodded.
Mrs. Qiao took the Tan Zhi brothers and sisters out, and she didn't know what was said outside. The male voice suddenly rose a little higher: "Who else is in the house?"
Qiao Yuanfei heard Mrs. Qiao's explanation: "She is my niece. She is sick and doesn't go out to meet people."
The man's voice was cold and ruthless: "I have been ordered to capture the assassin. Everyone must be investigated. The second lady had better ask her to come out."
Mrs. Qiao hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, A Yuan can't blow the wind..."
"If the Second Madam blocks it again, I will have someone go in and search."
When Qiao Yuanfei heard this, he stood up immediately.
The door of the room was suddenly opened, and a girl in a plain dress appeared in front of everyone.
"Aunt..." Qiao Yuanfei looked at Mr. Qiao and comforted her with his eyes.
Then, his eyes calmly turned to the leading man.
A pair of extremely beautiful eyes, somewhat careless, as if they were not stained by the fireworks of the world, but were filled with a chilling air.
It's him!
Qiao Yuanfei held his breath for a moment.
The calmness just now disappeared instantly, and the hands under the sleeves were unconsciously clenched.
The other person's sneer and warning seemed to ring in her ears, and even her neck, which was covered by the collar, seemed to be aching.
What Qiao Yuanfei wanted to say was stuck back in his throat. For the first time, he almost lost his composure and helplessly avoided the other person's eyes.
A deathly silence fell in the courtyard.
Zhao Yuan sat in a wheelchair and looked past Qiao, looking at Qiao Yuanfei intently.
The girl changed her dress and hair, and stood tall and straight at the door. At a glance, she looked like a small green bamboo standing in the mountains.
The charm of the half-opened clothes in the bamboo forest seems to have been completely covered up. The little face in front of her is not painted with makeup, and the black hair blown up by the evening breeze gently slaps the side cheeks, as if she is really a little more sickly.
Zhao Yuan raised his eyebrows with dark eyes, and noticed from a distance that the cinnabar mole at the end of Qiao Yuanfei's eye was missing.
Therefore, it is not a cinnabar mole, but...
A drop of solidified blood!
