Chapter 722

Lin Chuyu coaxes Yingying to play for a while before opening the news from Jiangcheng.

At this time, in a high attic not far from the other courtyard, before Qianhe entered the palace, Su Qingfang had received a letter from Beiyan. The good news is that Cai Yan is safe, but the bad news is that old lady CAI has decided to come to Chu to take LAN LAN.

After getting the news, Su Qingfang, who has recovered a lot, almost collapsed. Lin Chuyu also made arrangements for her. When Lin Chuyu entered the palace that morning, Su Qingfang's mother and daughter's direct friends secretly escorted her away.

After entering the palace, Lin Huaiyu had made arrangements and waited at the gate of the palace. As soon as Lin Chuyu entered the palace, Ziyu immediately arranged YingYing and his party to go to the inner palace. Lin Chuyu and Lin Huaiyu went to the direction of Yangxin palace.

"Duke Zhu died last night."

Walking in the narrow palace wall corridor, Lin Huaiyu just whispered.

Lin Chuyu had already guessed the result last night.

She looked up, just as the first ray of sunlight in the morning penetrated the mist and fell on the green glazed tiles. The old trees beside the palace walls also sprouted new buds one after another. Occasionally, in the cracks of the floor tiles, you can see the green grass sticking out its head stubbornly, full of vitality.

"How about the young master of Liuji restaurant?" Lin Chuyu asked Lin Huaiyu with a smile.

Mentioning this gifted young master Liu, Lin Huaiyu is no longer as disgusted and despised as before.

"He's talented and capable, but he's not good-natured. After hearing that he went to the Imperial Academy for a few days, he was so angry that several old Hanlin almost fell ill." Lin Huaiyu still wants to laugh: "in the past, the Imperial Academy was the quietest place, but now it's more noisy than the imperial dining room. Mr. Liu is not defeated by the Confucianists alone. On the contrary, he has the tendency of fighting more and more bravely. A while ago, Wang Hanlin's wife came to the palace and said that Wang Hanlin can't sleep at night recently. It's easy to fall asleep, and she is still chanting Confucius and Mencius

Jie Lin Chuyu listens, but she can't help laughing. However, this young master Liu is a sharp sword arranged by Lin Chuyu. It can't be that it hasn't been put to great use. It's broken.

"Young master Liu is upright, adheres to the principle of death, and is noble. It seems that we have to let a smoother one follow him. Otherwise, all the old scholars in the Imperial Academy will be angry Lin Chuyu said with a smile.

Lin Huaiyu also means this, but he can't think of a reliable person for a moment.

Lin Chuyu is the early choice, directly ordered people to catch this person.

When Ma Youcai was brought all the way to Lin Chuyu, he was still making up with rosefinch.

"I'm a good man, Daxia. Can you stop holding my back collar? You're so tall and strong, I'm so thin, and others look at me like you're carrying a chicken." Ma Youcai said with a smile.

The rosefinch ignored him and carried on walking with him until outside the Yangxin hall. Then the rosefinch opened her hand and saluted: "please don't mind, master Ma. It's the master who told me that if I don't watch you closely, I have to go to the fat powder pile to catch you again. It's a strange effort."

Ma Youcai coughed awkwardly two times and explained with a strong voice: "then your master must not understand me. I seem to be loose, but in fact I'm as obedient as a chicken. I'm very timid and shy..."

Ma Youcai walked in with a smile, but before he heard this, he saw Lin Chuyu, who was sitting in the Yangxin hall, smiling and looking at him.