Feng Yi looked at Chu Yu with a complicated and unpredictable expression: "Miss, the young man is just for your sake."

"If your concern for me is to destroy the corpse and traces of my letter to the third master, I don't think I need it." Chu Yu's bright eyes were cold at this moment, and he looked at him steadily.

Under her eyes like that, Feng Yi breathed inexplicably: "Miss, I..."

"Feng Yi, you probably never thought that your little almost prank action would make Nanfeng Weaver blood flow into a river, almost losing your own life?" Chu Yu interrupted him and sighed softly.

Feng Yi was stunned when he heard this.

Yes, he really didn't expect that there would be any consequences.

Mr. Qin was so arrogant that he was so arrogant that he made Nanfeng weaving blood flow into a river. Then no one dared to pursue it. Even the people of Yunzhou City worshiped him.

"Feng Yi, thank you for saving your life. It's the young man who was reckless." Feng Yi was silent for a moment and spoke with some difficulty.

He understood that at that time, Mr. Qin wanted to kill him, like a pinch of ant, and that man was even too lazy to look at him more.

Only Chu Yu can calm the man like a demon god and monster.

Chu Yu waved his hand and looked at him and sighed: "Brother Yi, if there is a second such thing, you don't have to do things with me anymore. I will also hand it back to your hands in Tiangong Embroidery Workshop, just think that you and I never owe each other.

When Feng Yi heard this, Shuran raised his eyes and looked at Chu Yu steadily, clenched the fist in his wide sleeves. After a while, he slowly lowered his eyes, covered the chaotic emotions in his eyes, raised his hand and clasped his fists to Chu Yu and said in a deep voice: "Yes, Feng Yi understands."

At this moment, a small worker's voice suddenly came from the door: "Miss, Miss, Prince Lian's etiquette has arrived at our door. Please go there quickly!"

When Chu Yu heard this, he immediately said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

Feng Yi looked at her back as she turned around and went out, and suddenly spoke indifferently again: "I promised the lady that she would never interfere in your private affairs without authorization, but the young actor still wants to be famous."

Chu Yu was stunned: "What's the matter?"

Feng Yi said expressionlessly: "Xiaosheng still hates demon gods and monsters. Please look at your demon gods and monsters. Don't let them out just scare people. Xiaosheng has been scared twice and cannot scare Xiaosheng. It's not good to scare the flowers and pedestrians on the roadside. Are you right?"

Chu Yu: “….”

Feng Yi is indeed a person who insists on his own opinions.

…*…*…*…*…

"Your Highness, you see, these are all the standards set by our Commercial Council. I invite you here today, just hope you can give some advice." Chu Yu smiled and brought a cup of hot tea and handed it to Prince Lian.

Prince Lian himself is good at traveling around and playing in the mountains and rivers, and is also good at craftsmanship. He is also very good at carpentry work. If he has nothing to do on weekdays, he likes to weave the work in the weaving process to see Chu Yu lead people to make some embroidery threads, which opened his eyes.

Prince Lian looked at the booklet in his hand, nodded with a smile and took a sip of the hot tea brought by Chu Yu: "You little girl, you are so genius, so what you write will naturally not be bad."

But as soon as he finished speaking, his face suddenly turned pale, and the tea soup in his hand instantly fell to the ground with a "bang!", shattering into countless pieces, and blood splattered in his mouth: "Puff--!"

The blood was spurting Chu Yu's face. She looked at King Lian Qi, who fell to the ground in surprise. The guards outside the door rushed in in panic.

"Your Highness!"

"No, Your Highness is poisoned!"

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