However, Yan Qingrui was going to Mingjian Villa not for the owner of Mingjian Villa, but for someone who might be in Mingjian Villa.

Yan Qingrui held the teacup and looked at the tea rippling gently in the cup, her eyes clear and shining. Although she could not stop her in the Qinghe Palace before, she was still somewhat hindered. Unlike now, she was so free and did whatever she wanted.

This feeling of freedom and no concern is so wonderful.

That small courtyard was originally the place she bought to escape.

Rather than saying that Yan Wanshu, the Sixth Princess, Xia Zirou and her group were bullying her and plotting against her, it would be better to say that she was using them.

It was a temporary idea to find Shangguan Qianyu to have a divorce letter, but everything afterwards was in her plan. Every time, she did not get out of her plan.

Now, Yan Qingrui in the capital is dead, but Yan Qingrui, she, will live more freely as Yan Qinglei.

Isn’t it thousands of times better to be the Princess of Qinghe?

Suddenly, a figure in front of her moved, and she sat opposite her with her butt.

Before I could see my face, I saw a head that could tell the light.

Why is he everywhere?

Yan Qingrui almost threw the teacup in her hand. Fortunately, her heart was very calm. Even if she encountered such a sudden phenomenon, she was shocked, but she immediately calmed down.

She is dressed as a black boy now. Although this monk appears very abruptly, he may not be able to recognize her.

She rolled her eyes and said, "Monkey, if you don't sit on so many empty tables, why are you doing here with this young master?"

Zhen Ziye took the pot and poured water, and said in his mouth: "I'm so thirsty monk!"

But the pot where he poured water was gently pressed by the folding fan in Yan Qingrui's hand and pressed on the table.

Zhen Ziyao stretched out her left hand in dissatisfaction, and didn't know what technique to use, so she snatched her folding fan, and tore it a few times, saying, "You are told that you are disrespectful to the elderly and love the young, you are told that you are stingy, and you are told that you are stingy, and you are told that you are despised by my monk, and you are told that you are pretending!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

She can see through all the people she meets, either for fame, profit, wealth, or for casualness, or for hidden scheming. Even if she can't, she can still see through it. However, she can't see through this monk.

She couldn't see through this monk's skills.

For example, although her folding fan was pressed casually, the purpose was to prevent him from pouring tea, who was she? A person who would not even be snatched from picking people's wallets under the noses of the No. 1 expert in the world actually snatched the folding fan.

Moreover, this monk was not in the Bodhi Temple in the capital, and he actually came to Guzhou? What did he do?

In a moment of thought, Zhen Ziye had already thrown away the folding fan and poured three cups of tea to drink. He drank the tea very quickly, as if he had not had a meal.

When Yan Qingrui wanted to pour another cup, the teapot was empty.

Zhen Ziyao grinned at her and said proudly: "I've finished drinking!"

Yan Qingrui: "..."

This monk is here to anger her? However, it would be too incredible to say that he came from the capital from all over the world to Guzhou just to grab her a few cups of tea.

She said, "You can leave after you finish drinking!"

Zhen Zi Yao said: "Let's go? How can I leave? I've come here specifically for you!"
Chapter completed!