Then, Yan Junqing was "relegated" to Jiangnan, and then went to Huzhou at night.

Up and down, the atmosphere is tense.

A storm is coming, and everyone is holding their breath and concentrating - just to see how the aloof empress will close the net.

The hand in the darkness controls everything, and the bigger plan is proceeding in an orderly manner...

[Jiangnan, Hezhe Villa]

The villa was surprisingly quiet in the afternoon, with the scorching sun shining brightly and the unique water vapor in the south of the Yangtze River unable to evaporate, making it even hotter and hotter.

Yan Junqing was in poor health and could not stand the humidity. He had a secret order with the people in Zheshan Villa and did not dare to neglect it. He arranged for the prime minister who had been "devolved" by the emperor to live in Cuihu Pavilion where only relatives of the emperor could stay.

The pavilion built on the green lake is surrounded by flying veils, carved beams and painted buildings. It is graceful and elegant without losing the elegance of the south of the Yangtze River. The straight Hongqiao rises leaping up, connecting the green lake pavilion with the shore.

If it is not grounded, there will be less stuffiness. If it is close to the lake, it will not be subject to moisture. Looking at the entire Hezhe Villa, it is true that this is the only place where Yan Junqing can live most comfortably.

Even so, he was still sick.

When Bai Ruoxi came to visit, the general manager of the villa chatted all the way. It was just that everyone knew about the Prime Minister's visit to Jiangnan. How many officials came to visit these days but were turned away. You, the head of the Bai family, have some weight...

Kind words like that.

Bai Ruoxi looked at the pavilion in the middle of the lake and remained silent.

After walking through Hongqiao, Bai Ruoxi made the announcement, gathered her clothes and walked into the water pavilion.

The window lattice reflected the shadow, and after the nine-curved corridor, I saw Yan Junqing sitting on the soft couch.

He lost weight.

The last time I saw him, in the Prime Minister's Mansion in the imperial capital, he was handsome and elegant. Now I saw him, dressed in plain clothes and with silver hair, he was still unparalleled in elegance, but the white jade-like face under the silver hair was much thinner, and the body wrapped in plain clothes was even thinner and weaker.

There was a chess table in front of Yan Junqing, with many black and white chess pieces scattered on it. He held a white piece between his two fingers, holding a book in one hand, quietly reading the words on the book, coughing slightly from time to time, white

His face was not rosy at all.

Bai Ruoxi was startled, but she could only see this word at the first sight - shockingly thin.

After a while, Yan Junqing was still looking at the book in his hand, moving the chess pieces two steps under his fingers. Bai Ruoxi walked over seriously, bowed and saluted: "I have met the Prime Minister."

He had a very good personal relationship with Yan Junqing. Before Ye Jiangxue ascended the throne, she had never been so formal. Now that she had already bowed down, she immediately put the two of them on opposite sides.

Yan Junqing raised his head. He had lost weight and was sick. Because of this, his pair of narrow black eyes became brighter and deeper. When he saw Bai Ruoxi saluting him, he coughed almost inaudibly, and then said warmly: "No need to be polite, please sit down.

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This water pavilion study is exquisite and simple, reserved only for distinguished guests. It has all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and paintings, but it lacks a place to receive guests. There are no free chairs. Bai Ruoxi thought for a while, lifted her robe and sat opposite Yan Junqing.

On a chess table, two handsome men in white clothes looked at each other without saying a word.

Bai Ruoxi asked herself that she was as calm as a mountain, but she would still be defeated in front of Yan Junqing. Besides, the purpose of coming here today was not to confront him.

Seeing Yan Junqing's pale face, he asked in a low voice: "Is Mr. Xiang sick?"
Chapter completed!