Cui 'er's delicate body stiffened, and her feet were like nails, unable to move.
"Gongzi …"
Yan Li stood at the door of the warehouse, glanced at the opened gift box, and then smiled, "Can't wait to count your family's wealth?"
The cold wind blew in from outside the door. It was bone-chilling, but his voice was very soft and had a kind of warmth to it.
"Gongzi …"
Cui 'er's body seemed to be injected with infinite vitality, and she regained consciousness. She turned around, and tears fell from her eyes, but before they fell to the ground, they were frozen into ice.
She walked over and buried her head in Yan Li's arms, "Gongzi, don't ask anything, okay?"
"Ask what?"
Yan Li gently stroked Cui 'er's hair, "Ask how you feel about being the hostess?"
"Nothing." Cui 'er said.
She raised her head and stared deeply into Yan Li's eyes, "Gongzi."
"Hmm?" Yan Li smiled.
"Do I look good?" Cui 'er asked.
"If you don't cry, you'll look better." Yan Li said.
Cui 'er wiped away her tears and showed a happy smile, "I'm very happy to have a face that Gongzi likes. This is my greatest luck. What is Gongzi's greatest luck? "
Yan Li's mouth slightly raised, and he said, "Of course, it's meeting you."
"I don't believe it." Cui 'er pursed her lips and smiled.
Although her face was exactly the same as Yu Youwei's, when she smiled, it was full of innocence and shyness, like a piece of white paper, giving people the urge to draw on it.
If she could be given a woman's charm, it would be the most beautiful scenery in the world.
At least, that was what Yan Li thought.
Cui 'er now had a woman's charm, but not much. When she didn't smile, the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, with a touch of enchanting charm.
"Gongzi."
"Hmm?"
"You're so nice."
"What's nice?"
"Here."
Cui 'er suddenly hooked her arms around Yan Li's neck, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him gently.
It was rare that Yan Li didn't do anything funny. He just hugged her waist and savored the taste.
This kiss wasn't long. Cui 'er gently pushed Yan Li away. Her eyes were full of shyness. "Young Master."
"Hmm?"
"I'm going back."
"I'll see you off."
"No, don't send me …" Cui 'er walked out of the warehouse and walked in the corridor. She looked back every two steps. After about ten steps, she stopped and said, "Young Master."
"Hmm?"
"No, nothing …" Cui Er shook her head and turned around again. This time, she didn't look back.
Her back looked a little transparent, as if she would disappear in the next moment.
Yan Li suddenly clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. But in the end, he didn't say anything.
The next day.
Yan Li was eating when Fu 'er rushed in and shouted, "Master, Sister Cui' er is missing!"
"She's gone." Yan Li finished the porridge in his bowl in one gulp.
"Why?" Fu 'er was puzzled. "Isn't this place good? Or did you bully her, Master? "
Yan Li shook his head and said, "I'm going to the court. Yongling is very chaotic these days. Don't run around at home."
…
Breakfast was a word that signified wealth. Only rich people had the habit of eating breakfast.
At the same time, in the Situ Residence.
Li Boyong and Li Yixiu ate together. Not just breakfast, but three meals a day. Unless they were not in Yongling or had social engagements, they would never miss meals.
Li Yixiu recognized the rules set by Li Boyong very much, so he followed them for more than 20 years.
The father and son also followed the old adage of 'don't talk when eating and don't talk when sleeping'. It wasn't until they finished eating that Li Boyong said, "I haven't had time to ask you. How was the state meeting? Is Chen Ping still the same?"
Li Yixiu said, "Qingzhou is still relatively peaceful. There were no natural disasters or man-made disasters. They only talked about small things like trade and customs. Provincial Governor Chen is still the same, serious and upright. There wasn't even a banquet, so I came back early. "
"Yes, I'm very relieved to leave the Qingzhou Residence to him," Li Boyong said.
Li Yixiu smiled and said, "I'm afraid the people in the residence won't have it easy."
Li Boyong understood and also smiled. "If he wasn't that kind of person, he wouldn't have been able to sit in that position. Although there are some things about him that are too much, there are still some things that you can learn from."
"I understand." Li Yixiu stood up and said, "It's getting late. I'm going to change and prepare for court."
"Go ahead." Li Boyong nodded.
After Li Yixiu left, Li Boyong's face suddenly darkened. "Lu Quanshu."
"Here." Assistant Minister of the Secretariat Lu Quanshu walked out from behind the tent.
"What happened last night?" Li Boyong asked.
Lu Quanshu said, "Last night, young master went to investigate the Skycloud Pavilion. Yu Youwei used the Demon Face Blood, and young master nimbly escaped."
"Hmph, I haven't settled the score with her for what happened last time!" Li Boyong said coldly, "Go tell her that if Yixiu loses a single hair, I'll make her beg for death!"
"Yes."
…
The court meeting was still the same. It was so boring that Yan Li yawned. He now admired Ji Zhiyuan more and more. Ji Zhiyuan could have so much patience to listen to all kinds of strange things reported by so many people, and he could handle it in an orderly manner.
On the way back after the court meeting, he saw a familiar figure entering the largest medical center on Vermilion Bird Street from the window.
"Stop the car."
The coachman hurriedly pulled the reins.
Yan Li got out of the car and walked into the medical center. He glanced around and saw that it was indeed him. He shouted, "Liu Wenzheng."
Liu Wenzheng walked into the clinic anxiously and was about to look for a doctor when he suddenly heard someone calling his name. Looking towards the source of the voice, he saw an unfamiliar young official wearing a black official robe that symbolized a third-rank official. His heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly bowed with his hands folded in front of his chest.
"Is … is Milord calling me?"
"Don't you recognize me?" Yan Li said with a smile.
"You, you are?"
Liu Wenzheng was stunned. Suddenly, a light bulb went off in his head. "Ah, ah, I know."
"You recognize me?" Yan Li said.
Liu Wenzheng said excitedly, "You are the youngest Supreme Court Minister in history, Milord Yan, right?"
Yan Li was stunned and suddenly realized that he was in his real appearance. He waved to him and said, "Come here."
Liu Wenzheng walked over.
Yan Li said in a low voice, "Last night at the poetry meeting, who taught you to seduce women?"
Liu Wenzheng said, "It, it was Brother Wang …"
"Would you believe it if I said it was me?" Yan Li said.
"Ah …" Liu Wenzheng's expression changed and he almost screamed.
Yan Li said, "Forget it. Whether you believe it or not, just tell me where Pang Bo's house is."
Liu Wenzheng seemed to think of something and said anxiously, "Master, please save Brother Pang!"
"What happened to him?" Yan Li said.
"He is dying." Liu Wenzheng said.
"Where?" Yan Li said.
"His house." Liu Wenzheng said.
"Wasn't he arrested … uh …" Yan Li frowned, "I mean, did he come home last night?"
Liu Wenzheng said, "I don't know last night, but this morning, I went to find him and found him lying on the bed. He looked like he was dying. I am here to find a doctor to treat him. "
"Bring me to him."
Pang Bo's house was near the east market. After leaving the palace, they turned from Zhuque Street and arrived there quickly.
Liu Wenzheng went to the door and said, "Open the door, I have brought a noble person. Brother Pang can be saved."
The door opened quickly. The guard recognized the young master's good friend and did not dare to stop him.
Pang Bo's father heard the news and came out. When he saw Yan Li, he was shocked. He did not expect his dull son to be acquainted with such a person.
Liu Wenzheng knew Yan Li, let alone Pang Lei who was also a court official.
"Yan, Lord Yan, what brings you here?" Pang Lei was flattered as he led the way and ordered the servant, "Quickly take out the tribute tea bestowed by His Majesty to Lord Yan."
"No need, I don't like tea." Yan Li waved his hand.
"So Lord Yan doesn't like tea either. To tell you the truth, when I smell tea, I want to vomit." Pang Lei laughed.
"Oh, so Lord Pang doesn't like tea, so you brought tea to me." Yan Li said.
"Ah, no, no, definitely not …" Pang Lei's smile froze.
Yan Li smiled and did not make things difficult for him, saying, "I heard that my son is sick. I am an old friend of his, so I came to see his condition."
"This way please." Pang Lei smiled and wiped his sweat.
Pang Bo was indeed lying on the bed as Liu Wenzheng said. His face was pale, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were lifeless. He looked extremely sick.
He did not react to Yan Li's arrival, as if he had completely lost consciousness.
"When did he start acting like this?" Yan Li checked his pulse and didn't find anything wrong.
Pang Lei gnashed his teeth and said, "Two thieves sent my son back last night and said that he was poisoned. If they want his life, I have to pay them fifty thousand taels of gold. I had no choice but to give it to them. Then, they gave me a pill, but I still look like this after I ate it. "
Yan Li frowned slightly. Could it be that Skycloud Pavilion's purpose was money?
"You can leave for a moment." He waved his hand.
"Lord …" Pang Lei looked at Yan Li worriedly.
Although his flattery was lousy, his worry was real.
"It's fine. I just want to ask him a few questions," Yan Li said with a smile.
Pang Lei felt a little relieved and left with Liu Wenzheng.
Yan Li sat on the edge of the bed and put his hand on Pang Bo's back. He mobilized some Primordial Qi and injected it into his limbs and bones.
Suddenly, Pang Bo spat out a mouthful of black blood and coughed violently.
Yan Li saw that the situation wasn't looking good. He had to find the right medicine immediately. But he didn't even know what poison he was suffering from. Where could he find the medicine?
"Pang Bo, can you hear me?"
Pang Bo panted heavily and said, "Wang, it's Brother Wang, right? I remember … your voice …"
"It's me. Tell me, what did they do to you?" Yan Li said.
Pang Bo shook his head desperately, "Quick, save … Miss Xie Yun … save her … I beg you …"
"Don't worry. Tell me what happened last night first," Yan Li said.
Pang Bo spat out another mouthful of black blood. His eyes rolled back and he completely lost consciousness.
"Little Bo, Little Bo …" Pang Bo's father rushed in.
"Don't come any closer!" Yan Li stopped him, then took out an ID token and handed it to him. "Let someone clean up this place first, then take my ID token and bring Pang Bo to the Imperial Hospital. Someone will save him."
"Thank you, thank you …" Pang Lei took it excitedly.
"Liu Wenzheng," Yan Li yelled again.
Liu Wenzheng immediately said, "Just tell me if you need anything. I won't say a word even if I have to climb a mountain of swords or dive into a sea of flames!"
"Do you know who Xie Yun is?" Yan Li asked.
"I know. She is the daughter of Xie Huaian, the Chancellor of the Academy," Liu Wenzheng said.
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