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Song Qing was shocked and quickly held the cabinet. Then, she agilely caught the tea set and put them back one by one.

The cabinet was still in perfect condition. Aunt Fang gritted her teeth and looked around. She quickly threw a tea tray on the table at Song Qingyu's feet.

The clear and melodious voice attracted the gazes of everyone present.

"Miss Song, you actually destroyed Imperial Concubine Chen's favorite tea set!"

"It's not me." Song Qingyu's voice was crisp and clear as he looked at Aunt Fang.

Aunt Fang smiled coldly. She crossed her arms and said to the crowd, "Tell me, did you see Miss Song fall just now?"

The crowd looked at Aunt Fang, and most of the palace maids immediately responded, "Yes, we saw it all. Miss Song fell down."

"Right, Miss Song?" Hearing the response, Aunt Fang looked at Song Qingyu with a spirited expression, "Miss Song, you can't rely on your own status to get away with it, can you?"

Song Qingyu calmly looked around, and all the palace maids lowered their heads in fear.

"Since I've broken Chen Fei's tea set, I'll go and take the punishment from the Palace."

"Wait a minute, you did something wrong in my tea house, how can I trouble Chen Fei? Furthermore, you said that you can see Imperial Concubine Chen easily, so how can that be? You don't have to make tea today. He had to clean up the courtyard outside. If he didn't clean up the courtyard, there was no need for him to eat. You stay here at night and keep watch over the teahouse. "

In the evening, all the palace maids made tea for their masters. At night, the teahouse would lock up the doors and windows, leaving a few people to guard outside.

But the winter was cold, and who would take this job? The palace maids were all worried about this grievous event. In that moment, Aunt Fang handed the matter to Song Qingyu, and they all heaved a sigh of relief.

Song Qingyu's gaze flickered.

"Did you hear that?"

"Since it's Aunt Fang's arrangement, then this humble girl will do it." Song Qingyu knew that this was a teahouse, so he replied with a nod.

Aunt Fang then smiled proudly. "Hurry and clean the courtyard!"

There was a wutong tree planted in the middle of the yard of the teahouse. Dong Ri had already lost his leaves, which made him look a bit sad and cold. Song Qing Yu held a broom in his hand and swept the courtyard with it. Not long later, the sound of a bell could be heard.

All the palace maids stopped in their tracks. Going somewhere.

Song Qingyu guessed that it was time for lunch and cleanly cleaned the place up before following the crowd. In the absence of Aunt Fang, the maids had no ill intentions towards Song Qingyu. Some even gave up their seats for Song Qingyu.

"Have you heard of a strange thing?"

"What is it?"

During meals, most of the palace maids would gather in groups of twos and threes while the gossip was going on. They were not afraid of losing their heads and discussing in soft voices.

"For the sake of getting pregnant, the one from Chang Chang Palace went to grab the donkey's concocting medicine!"

"It can't be. Even if he wants a son, he shouldn't be able to do so!"

"Isn't it? The people at the hospital were all crazy. It was too late to find someone to seal off the news. Hearing that it was Red Leaf who went to catch the medicine from Imperial Concubine Yi's side, her tone was extremely fierce. He even scolded the imperial physician of the Imperial Hospital, calling him a quack. Finally, when the imperial physician saw the prescription, he said it in shock. Hong Ye still doesn't believe it, but it has alarmed the entire people of the hospital. "

"Imperial Concubine Yi has lost face this time."

"If the emperor knew that Imperial Concubine Yi thought of this method for the sake of pregnancy, he probably wouldn't be able to favor the Imperial Concubine Yi anymore."

Everyone laughed. Think of it as an interesting thing.

Song Qingyu continued to eat his meal calmly.

The teahouse was not a big deal. Song Qing had come to teach the maids how to make tea, and the maids who did well every year were selected by the different palaces. Song Qingyu was an expert in techniques, and everyone could not help but fawn over Song Qingyu.

At night, the palace maids returned to their residences one by one, fearful of Aunt Fang. Only Song Qingyu was left.

With a bang, Aunt Fang locked the door.

"Guard well. It's best not to think of slacking off. If something happens here, be careful of your head."

Aunt Fang's voice was sharp. He glanced at Song Qingyu and left.

The moonlight was like water, and the cold wind was bone-chilling. Song Qingyu sat on the stone steps, looking at the bustling and bustling courtyard, and lightly coughed. He shivered from the cold. When he touched his forehead with his hand, he felt a slight heat.

"This body is still so weak."

Song Qing Yu mumbled softly as he watched Aunt Fang's figure gradually disappear. After that, he immediately supported himself on the stone pillar and stood up. In his previous life, he had been frozen outside for an entire night and had lost half of his life. In this life, she wouldn't think so much.

And the sun went down and the water did catch typhus. She touched a thin silver hairpin, inserted it into the lock of the door, fumbled for it, heard the click of the lock, and was about to open the door.

"I didn't expect that Miss Song would be so skilled in the art of tea and even unlock the door."

The sudden voice shocked Song Qing.

She turned her head and met Zuo Linyi's deep and somewhat frivolous gaze. He appeared out of nowhere, leaning against the stone pillar. The wind made his white robes flutter.

Song Qingyu was shocked, he pretended to be calm and replied, "I want to check if there are any abnormalities, do you need the Ninth Prince to take care of it? Moreover, this was a teahouse, so it shouldn't be a place where a prince could come to. "If the emperor finds out …"

"Do you dare to complain?" Zuo Linyi raised his eyebrows and slowly approached him. Song Qingyu was in the wrong, she was the one who opened the door first. Naturally, she would not complain about her foolishness.

Step by step, it was as if he was stepping on clouds. It latched onto Song Qingyu's heart.

Song Qingyu was still holding onto the hairpin. He had calculated that Zuo Linyi's strength was much higher than his. If he wanted to subdue him, he would have to use his wits.

But Zuo Linyi was too close to her. She could almost hear his heartbeat.

"Ninth Prince, since that's the case, why don't we all take a step back?"

"What did you say? This prince can't hear you clearly."

He watched as Zuo Linyi approached, looking down from above. Song Qingyu was so infuriated that he stomped his foot and quickly reversed the position. At the same time, he placed the hairpin on his neck.

"That day when I collided with your tea, it was Lady Shen's scheme. I also apologized to you for it, and you made things difficult for me as well. We owe each other nothing. "Why do you still target me so many times?"

"You're my future sister-in-law. This prince dotes on my future sister-in-law, so I'm here to see you. How come you're acting against me?" Zuo Linyi's face was filled with grief. "What is it that you cannot say? You must use the hairpin." The hairpin was originally a good item, but why was it not used by you to pick the lock, but used to kill people? "

Song Qing and Yu didn't loosen their grip.

"Murder?" Song Qing Yu smiled, "I wonder if everyone can find the corpse of the Ninth Prince after killing him here. Even if they can, and find him at the place where the palace maids worked, would the Ninth Prince's reputation fall into disarray?"

Zuo Linyi calmly placed his hands behind his head and said, "If you can kill this prince, do so."

"You think I don't dare?"

Song Qing and Yu had fierce expressions on their faces. They used all their strength to lift up their hands to stab the hairpin. The door opened with a creak.