Chapter 109 It was his fault for not protecting her.

"Ah Feng, these are new clothes. You can just serve tea and water outside for now."

"Sister Jinzhu, my name is Yinfeng." Yinfeng took the new clothes and said softly.

After hearing this, Jinzhu nodded and said, "I understand, I understand, Ah Feng."

Yinfeng choked. She was about to correct Jinzhu again, but Jinzhu glanced at the sky outside:

"I'm going to go back to Tingchao Courtyard to trim the flowers and plants. You can go and take them there every half an hour."

After she finished speaking, she left in a hurry.

Ah Feng was left standing there, slowly letting out a sigh of relief.

Her name is Yinfeng!

Yinfeng looked at the clothes on the tray. They were the clothes of the maid in the East Palace. She thought for a moment, put them on, and looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

In front of the East Palace study, Changhe and Changshu stood on both sides respectively. Changhe had a blank expression on his face, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Every time Changshu saw him like this, he wondered who was the older brother. His younger brother was simply obsessed with the word "old-fashioned".

Changshu looked around, saw no one, and then asked out of the blue, "Brother, do you have a girl you like?"

After hearing this, Changhe rolled his eyes and looked at the tree opposite him, frowning in disapproval:

"Why don't you serve His Highness properly, and spend all day thinking about these romantic matters?"

After hearing this, Changshu showed a look that he couldn't stand him:

"We're servants, not monsters. Isn't it normal to like someone? Even someone like Bo Ling can fall in love, so why can't I?"

Chang He's mouth twitched: "If you think about this all day long, what good can you do?"

"You don't want to, but you haven't done it yet?" Changshu was unwilling to give in.

Changhe: ...

The two brothers looked at each other. It had just been a while since they had made some mistakes recently.

I'm too embarrassed to continue talking about this topic.

However, Changshu turned his head again after a while and continued, "Do you like Miss Shuangyun?"

Changhe didn't answer immediately. The image of Shuangyun gritting her teeth every time she saw him flashed through his mind.

Like a yaksha.

"I don't like it. Who spread rumors about me?" Changhe turned his head and asked Changshu.

After hearing this, Changshu held back his eyes and rolled his eyes. He shouldn't have asked. There was no way his brother would like a girl.

"Changshu, do you like her?" Changhe pointed out sharply.

Changshu pondered after hearing this, then nodded: "A little bit, she is lively and cute, quite to my taste."

"I am your brother after all. Why are you so disrespectful to me by calling me by my name?!" Changshu said dissatisfiedly.

In fact, there was only a few breaths between the birth of the two.

Changhe ignored him and instead thought that Shuangyun was lively and cute?

Then I heard Changshu continue: "Since you don't like it, then I'm relieved. I thought we would have the same preferences, and I was embarrassed. Fortunately, we don't have anything in common when it comes to girls we like."

Changshu looked at the other person's face, which had many similarities with his own, and ruled out the idea that the parents had taken the wrong child.

Chang He saw a figure approaching from the corner of his eye. He said, "If you like her, then go and ask for her hand in marriage. Be careful not to get your head split open again."

Changshu didn't care. What did he know? It showed that Shuangyun was strong and capable of both literature and martial arts.

He had heard that Shuangyun was not only proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also could make pancakes!

Hey, Changshu Meimei thought, this girl is simply hard to come by.

"My two elder brothers, Sister Jinzhu told me that tea would be served in half an hour, and now the time has come."

Seeing this, Changhe walked forward, opened the bottle, and drank it all in one gulp.

Yin Feng was puzzled. Was he testing poison? Was it necessary to drink so much?

At this time, Changshu also poured himself a cup and drank it. He nodded and said, "Thank you."

Yin Feng looked at him and said, "You've all finished drinking, how is His Royal Highness going to drink?"

Chang He returned to his original position and said, "This is not tea for Your Highness."

Changshu saw Yinfeng looking over and nodded, adding:

"Yes, this tea is for those on duty. You don't need to serve tea to His Highness."

Yinfeng almost couldn't hold back her smile after hearing this, so she was the guard's maid?

Chang He saw that she was still not leaving: "You are blocking my light, get out of the way."

Yinfeng was silent for a moment after hearing this: "Okay." She took the tea and left the study yard.

Changshu looked at Yinfeng's back and said, "Why are you so cold and hard? How can any girl like you like this?"

Changhe: "I do."

Changshu was speechless: "Okay, okay, okay, don't let my child be two years old by then and you still be alone."

Chang He frowned, a little irritated. "Then I wish you eight children, a long life together, and a happy marriage, okay?"

Has his brother always been so annoying?

In the maid's room, Yinfeng was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, which was different from what she had imagined.

Even if Gu Qingheng didn't immediately fall in love with her because of her resemblance to Zhao Mingzhu's features, he should have taken better care of her. Why did he arrange for her to be a lowly servant?!

Yinfeng, also known as Su Lu, grabbed her handkerchief and couldn't understand what was going on.

How should she approach Gu Qingheng now?

Su Lu was upset. Now that she had entered the Eastern Palace, she was unable to contact the other party and couldn't even find anyone to discuss things with.

When Su Lu was upset, she saw herself in the bronze mirror, which made her even more upset. She never expected that one day she would need Zhao Mingzhu's help to enter the Eastern Palace.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She reached out to push the vase over, but stopped when her fingers touched it.

Su Lu took a deep breath. She couldn't do this. She was no longer a lady.

"Your Highness, the carriage is ready. Shall we set off now?"

Changhe stood outside the study and asked in a low voice.

After a long time, Gu Qingheng opened the door. He was wearing a black robe with patterns of waves crashing on the cliffs on the hem, and he looked calm and unhurried.

These days, the person who can summon spirits has finally been found.

One is Master Yuantong of Guoqing Temple, who can see people's past and future. However, he travels around the world all year round, and very few people can meet him. Many people say that he has passed away long ago.

One is the great witch of Miaojiang, who has the mysterious ability to communicate with heaven and earth and invite ghosts and gods to possess him.

So Bo Ling went back to his hometown on a business trip, and as for Guoqing Temple, Gu Qingheng went there in person.

Changhe followed behind Gu Qingheng, and he thought of Yinfeng:

"Your Highness, why did you allow me to buy that woman into your house?"

This is not like your Highness' style.

He also didn't believe that His Highness was thinking of someone by seeing the object.

Gu Qingheng listened to the sound of wheel tracks rolling across the ground. He flipped open the island log and said, "It's better to be prepared."

Maybe it will be useful someday.

After hearing this, Changhe nodded. At this time, arrows whistled towards them from the treetops on both sides of the road. Changhe reacted extremely quickly, drew out his sword and blocked them.

His face turned grim, and he and Changshu stood back to back, blocking the carriage.

The other party didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything. The men in black jumped out and headed towards the two of them with a clear target.

The secret guards of the East Palace were not to be outdone and went to meet them.

The two teams fought like this.

Gu Qingheng sat in the carriage, his head lowered as he stared at the island atlas in his hand, without moving an inch.

If Zhao Mingzhu had not gone to Guoqing Temple alone that day, she would not have been assassinated and fell off the cliff.

Gu Qingheng's knuckles turned white as he pinched the pages of the book.

It was his fault for not protecting her.