Qingqiu is difficult

Lu Xinyi returned to the table in despair. Just as he was about to tell his host to leave, he saw someone walking in a hurry, saying goodbye to Wanqing and Tu Shansui first.

The man was wearing a veil, but he didn't cover up his romance. Just by looking at him, he knew that he was pure and elegant.

When he came to Tu Shansui, Tu Shansui said with a smile: "It was my brother who left just now. It's a pity that you didn't see him when you came back."

Xin Yi smiled indifferently, then saluted and said goodbye to the two of them. Then he walked up to Ling, took a deep breath and said:

"Your Highness, please allow me to go back and pack my luggage before returning to the house."

Ling closed her eyes and nodded.

Since I mentioned packing my things, I didn’t say whether I would go today or tomorrow. Lu Xinyi simply stayed one more night in Huahua Xiaolou. To be honest, the day was tiring and scary. Not long after, she fell on the bed and fell asleep.

The early morning light shone on the ground. Li Si didn't even knock on the door, but pushed open the door of Xin Yi's bedroom and shouted:

"It's on fire, boss! It's on fire!"

Seeing Lu Xinyi lying disheveled on the bed, he hurriedly retreated outside the door and stood respectfully, but he couldn't hide the joy in his eyes and brows.

Lu Xinyi opened the quilt with sleepy eyes, sat up and rubbed his eyes:

"What's so popular? Which scene isn't popular? What are you doing when you're so surprised?"

Li Si came in with a piece of paper and crossed his legs: "It's popular, boss. It's not the show that's popular this time, it's the song you wrote last night!"

"Song?!" Lu Xinyi was shocked and grabbed the paper. This was the old Jingcheng tabloid, now it is the Yuecheng tabloid. It recorded a series of recent events in Yuecheng.

Li Si handed over another sheet with lyrics copied by the musician. He said happily:

"Boss, now in the streets and alleys, whether they are actors, tourists or boatmen, they are all singing your song "Night in Ulaanbaatar", especially there are a few Yue Guoyu lines in it, putting Jingguoyu and Yue Guoyu together. , as if by a stroke of genius, now people from the Yue Kingdom and the Jing Kingdom are singing!"

Lu Xinyi put down the paper in a daze, his eyes dull, and murmured:

"It turns out that fire, by chance, is so simple."

She quickly asked Li Si to get a pen and paper. Just as she was about to pick up the pen, she stopped in mid-air and thought to herself:

The protection of intellectual property rights in ancient times is so backward. If I write it down on paper, I am afraid that someone with evil intentions will steal it before the world knows it.

She immediately called Huazhu, and under Huazhu's recommendation, she met several musicians. She hummed the tune herself, and the musicians memorized it. After a while, she had taught the song "Swan Goose".

Lu Xinyi said: "I have taught you the music, but you can only practice it secretly by yourself. When I compose the lyrics, we will perform together."

"Yes." Everyone said.

After packing her things, Lu Xinyi returned to the Duke's Mansion with an uneasy mood. Zijing returned to her manhood and went back with her. This time she didn't have to live in the stables, but only in the prince's courtyard. Those horses also Tethered to the backyard.

Lu Xinyi asked them to be sent back to Huahua Xiaolou, and Ling agreed.

Not long after, Ling summoned her to sit in the front hall. After changing her clothes, she went there alone.

In the distance, she saw a figure sitting in a wheelchair. When she took a closer look, she almost cried.

The person in the wheelchair was none other than her brother, whom she had used to intimidate and deceive in exchange for a glimmer of life!

Lu Xinyi almost fell to the spot. She raised her head and looked at Ling. Ling crossed her arms and said coldly: "When I woke up, this guy was here. I think it was that person who brought it to you at night. , if you want to accept it, I will not refuse."

"But he is..."

"He's just a prince from the previous dynasty. Even the emperor will die on his own terms. Who dares to pursue him?" He chuckled coldly.

Lu Xinyi bit her lip, put her hands together, covered her left hand with her right hand, and saluted Ling respectfully.

Ling walked straight over without even looking at her. As he passed her, he whispered in her ear:

"If you really thank me and settle him down, I will send you blood right away. I only want the freshest blood, as long as I suck it out myself. Do you hear me?"

She narrowed her eyes and lowered her head in acquiescence.

As soon as Ling left, Lu Xinyi rushed over and pushed Zhuorui back to his yard.

There were no servants, so she took care of it herself. She first checked Zhuorui's injuries and found that Zhuorui didn't seem to have any injuries on the surface. But when she turned over his inner clothes, she found that his inner clothes were already dirty. He didn't even take off his clothes when they were being repaired. Every stitch passed through his skin and was sewn to his body.

Lu Xinyi covered her mouth and fell to her knees, holding his clothes with a trembling hand, sobbing.

"Brother..." She bit her lip and raised her eyes to look at him. He was once handsome and handsome, but now only his facial features were unrecognizable. But if you look closely, you can see that his eyes were moist at some point.

Lu Xinyi tugged on his sleeve with some joy and straightened up: "Brother, do you understand what I say? Brother, I am Niao. Brother, you are not crazy or stupid, are you? You are just pretending. Do they think so? Brother..."

But all that waited was Zhuorui's speechlessness. His hands hung down feebly, his lips were dry, and his eyes that were red just now had already returned to their original state. There was a moment of trance that made her feel that she was just dazzled.

Lu Xinyi let go of his hand and laughed at himself: "That's right, with such a change, it's better to stay awake than to be fascinated."

She turned back to get the scissors, cut the threads that Zhuorui had sewn into the flesh bit by bit, threw the rags aside, and fetched a basin of warm water, and wiped Zhuorui's body.

He had too many injuries. In addition to injuries from knives and sticks, there were also skin and flesh that had been split due to burns, and that had been patched together randomly in the end.

When she encountered a situation where she couldn't take action, she called Zijing and asked him to help take care of her brother with her.

Zijing did not refuse. After a while, Zhuorui changed into clean clothes and lay down quietly on the bed.

Looking at the sleeping Zhuo Rui, Lu Xinyi and Zijing came to the door. She nodded and thanked:

"Thanks to you, Zijing, otherwise my brother would be like this, I..."

Zijing stretched out a finger and scratched his temples: "Well, if it weren't for your interests that are too involved now, I would have known that you were such an identity, and I really wouldn't want to offend you."

Xin Yi said angrily: "It's too late for you to cut off your robe and cut off your righteousness now!"

Zijing chuckled: "No, then how can I give it up!"

Seeing that Xin Yi was about to blush, he couldn't help but pick up his sword:

"I don't want to either. The main thing is that Boss Lu has given me too much! She has given me too much!"