&1t;>Su San came back that night and told Qin Fei that night that Fei saw the white-faced scholar Feng Huali and Yan Yu, and then arranged people out to set up their hands. In this day when the war was about to come, Su San was so excited...org Yawen

Feng Huali's eyes signaled Yan Yu, "Look, who do you value?"

Yan Yu replied, "Your follower at Dali Temple is not this kind of virtue?"

After glaring back, the two hugged each other and laughed.

"Yu, do you think the scholar you met with Qin Fei is Feng Qiufu's person? I haven't found Feng Qiufu's mistake for such a long time." Feng Huali said unhappily, clasped the dragon pattern embroidery on Yan Yu's sleeves one by one.

"Is Li'er anxious? Didn't he say yesterday that he was very excited about 'fox hunting'? Be patient." Yan Yu habitually patted her vest.

"I just feel strange recently..." Feng Huali murmured in a low voice. Who is out of patience? It's just that I'm too uneasy recently.

Yan Yu smiled silently and continued to pat her vest. "Let's rest in the palace today, and have dinner together when I come back."

Feng Huali smiled brightly and replied: "Okay." She hasn't seen Baozi and Cheng Yun well for a long time.

As soon as Yan Yu left, Meng Changqing came, "Are you okay?" Meng Changqing still spoke as sluggishly as before.

"Fortunately, Meng Changyue is so good that she has never seen her. After all, she was unconscious that day, and I still have to prove my innocence. After all these days, the case was finally closed."

Meng Changqing heard Feng Huali's unhappiness and dislike Meng Changyue. "She woke up that day and said that the murderer was not you Feng Huali. She just attacked her from behind, and she didn't see who she was?"

"Her internal strength is far above Duo Yu'er."

"········" She said the truth. Meng Changqing didn't know what else to say for Meng Changyue. Meng Changyue deliberately made it too obvious, and even he was a little disliked this junior sister.

The atmosphere inside was awkward and silent, and the two of them were speechless. Meng Changqing didn't know what to say. Feng Huali knew that he would talk about Meng Changyue when he opened his mouth, and she didn't want to say anything.

Until a long time, Meng Changqing was still sitting awkwardly, and he didn't leave. He pretended to look at flowers and plants, and then pretended to look at tea cups, as if he was a master of appraisal. His eyes also looked at the residences of Baozi and Cheng Yun from time to time.

Feng Huali was almost laughing in his heart, "Yue Di, bring the little prince and the others. Uncle Changqing is here to see them." After that, he looked at Meng Changqing teasedly.

When Meng Changqing heard the word "Uncle" the expression on his face was as gorgeous as blossoming...org

This person is really the opposite of Meng Changyue. He is sincere, kind and caring. He is easy to believe in people. Tsk, the more he looks, the more he feels like an animal. When he looks at Cheng Yun, he can see the joyful tail swaying behind his butt.

Feng Huali did not disturb Meng Changqing's interaction with the two children, and watched them from afar.

Meng Changqing's favorite thing was to feed Baozi Chengjun and the others. Looking at their round faces and making a tender and tender sound when they opened their mouths, he felt a fluffy white ball in his heart. He was warm and happy. When they were eating, his fat and white cheeks were bulging and bulging, and he loved them so much that he wanted to lie up and bite their cheeks lightly, and he felt that his life would be perfect.

Feng Huali was a little funny when she looked at this scene. She was so kind and immature that she couldn't bear to hurt her, but she liked the children. The palace maid in the distance brought a plate of chestnut cake, which was the food that the two little guys liked recently. Feng Huali was helpless thinking about the situation where they cried for the chestnut cake yesterday.

Thinking of this, Fenghu's eyes hopped and looked at the palace maid holding the chestnut cake: "Wait, take it to me and take it."

Meng Changqing turned around and looked at Feng Huali when he heard the voice, but he didn't care much. This old child was too weak and beautiful. He didn't want them to have anything to do.

Feng Huali picked up the chestnut cakes on the plate one by one to check that there was nothing unusual. Then he checked the plate tray and the little palace maid's fingers, and finally asked the palace maid to send it over.

"Miss, don't worry, this Dongfu Palace is not the emperor, but even the young people are all staring at it."

"I know, in recent days, I always feel...that there is something to be the same as a child."

"Miss, if you are worried, let Meng Changqing stay and protect the little princes. I will feel at ease in this way."

"Okay, you'll go and tell him later."

When Yan Yu came back at lunch, the two of them leaned together and chatted from all over the world. Meng Changqing took the buns to lunch break again.

After a while, the nurse replied that both children had rashes, and Feng Huali and Yan Yu went to see it urgently.

Feng Hua left the examination and did not show any strange things. Although he was worried, he had no choice. This season might be because of allergies among children.

Feng Huali moved the child to his dormitory and took care of him personally. Yan Yu felt very distressed when he saw it, and a lot of nanny and palace servants below were frightened.

Later, Feng Huali found that whenever the children were getting better, Meng Changqing was fine at first, but when Meng Changqing finished feeding them chestnut cake, the two children began to scratch their faces. Meng Changqing, who felt distressed, was a treasure while an ancestor was calling.

Finally, Meng Changqing wrapped his hands with a towel. Feng Huali knew vaguely what was going on, but he still wanted to tell Meng Changqing that he wanted to solve this matter. But then he thought that Changqing would still come to accompany the child in the future, and was afraid that he would be used to plot against the child again, and was very distressed.

Yan Yu could see clearly that he wanted to care about this matter, but he thought about the misunderstanding between his junior brother and Huali before, so he should solve it for them to solve it himself.

These days, Meng Changqing has to change his clothes when he sees the buns every day. At first, he thought it was the children who had rashes and were afraid of bringing pollen and other things in. The children have all been cured these days, but he still maintained this habit without knowing it.

Until one day Su San muttered in his ear: "It's all right, why are you doing so much trouble?"

"Yes" Meng Changqing continued to play with the children and feed them chestnut cakes.

Su San occasionally took a piece of chestnut cake to eat or secretly poked the bun in the face. At this time, the bun would smile, "Ah, ah" pulled his fingers to play. If he stabbed Cheng Yun in the face, Cheng Yun would keep looking at him, his eyes were very similar to the emperor.

Su San no longer dared to provoke Cheng Yun. He ate chestnut cake obediently, occasionally attacked buns, and also admired Meng Changqing, who looked like a child and a mother.

Today, the two of them came here after the competition. Meng Changqing usually looks mysterious, but he still has to show his true form when he gets here. He can't beat him in the competition, but he can laugh at him. Just like the appearance of a child slave mother he sees now.

After a while, the children started to have rashes again. Meng Changqing was panicked at first, and when he calmed down, he looked at Su San in shock. Su San followed his eyes and raised the chestnut cake in his hand and grinned at the corner of his lips: "It's not poisonous? No problem?"

Meng Changqing thought that there must be no problem with chestnut cake. Sometimes he would eat Baozijun and others. Why did he ask himself to change his clothes? The problem lies in the clothes. He is careful not to touch flowers and plants when wearing this skin every day. What is going on?

Could it be...

Su San saw his expression change, snorted, threw down the chestnut cake and left.

This person is too simple, and he is too heartless to be accomplished with such a person. It seems that he has thought about it and he doesn't need himself.

All that remains is that he figured out who went into the ground by himself. He could also let him get rid of Feng Huali's bitter melon face as soon as possible and stare at Yan Yu Youshen's eyes.

Meng Changqing returned to his residence and excitedly asked a few old mothers who helped wash the floor recently. The servants were wondering why the young master asked these things for no reason. Everyone looked at each other, not knowing the truth.

Meng Changqing wandered back and forth in front of the few people, and sure enough, he smelled a faint smell of green leaves. The green leaves were actually colorless and tasteless. They could not be smelled, but they only smelled when they saw blood.

"Who among you has a menstrual period?" There were a few female nanny here, and Meng Changqing blurted out without thinking.

Old maids, look at me, I push you. The scene was like the second spring and the face was blowing. The young master asked these things, did he finally want to find a sex maid after so many years?

"Young Master wants to ask about the matter in the room? But it doesn't matter if the nanny and grandchildren all have people, so there is no need to be shy."

It’s not a big deal that these nannies and mothers were wrongly asked about such a private matter. Meng Changqing was stunned when he heard this.

But he still said seriously: "Who has menstruation? Come out soon, someone among you may be poisoned."

When the nannies heard this, they had no thoughts. A few people came out honestly. Meng Changqing waved his hand to let them go.

I saw a few people looking at him hesitantly, and another one asked boldly: "Are you still poisoned by those old men?"

Meng Changqing's expression was muddy: "No." Those people slipped away like rabbits. But they always felt something was wrong. Why did the menstruation be poisoned, and those who didn't come would be poisoned?

Meng Changqing looked at the people who were walking away. In fact, he just said that being poisoned was not right. But if he didn't say that, he might not be able to explain the subsequent things. That's why he lied to them that he was poisoned.

The remaining few people looked at Meng Changqing with a bumpy look, hoping that he could save them. Meng Changqing looked down with guilt in such a look.

"The green leaves are colorless and tasteless. Only when you see blood will a slight smell float out. Come and see if you have seen such things recently." Meng Changqing put the green leaves he made before in the wooden box on the table for several people to identify them.

It was an old lady wearing a floral jacket and screamed: "This...Isn't this sent by Xiaohuan beside Miss Changyue some time ago? How could the girl hurt her body..."

Meng Changqing's face turned pale, how could she harm you? She harmed me, Baozi Chengjun, Feng Huali...
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