Shang Yu rubbed the crystal cup, his eyes were deep and unpredictable, "what do you think?"

Li Qiao left the corner of the mouth, lazily gave the answer: "cover up the facts, be guilty."

Besides, don't do what he wants.

There is no difference between the change of servants in such a large manor and the change of imperial dynasty in ancient times.

If it had not been for something big, there would never have been such a big move.

Li Qiao slowly spread her eyebrows and relaxed. Her eyes were full of narrow, looking at the man and joking: "if you want to know the truth, you need the Archbishop to help you a lot."

After all, she has to go to the house of Lords to see what clues Jing Yilan left behind.

"No hurry." Shang Yu stroked her head, got up and took her to the master bedroom on the third floor.

....

Early the next morning, Song Liao and Shen Qingye prepared to return home.

Shen Qingye dawdles to Li Qiao, hanging his head like a giant baby who has made a mistake, "seven cubs..."

"What do you want to say?" Li Qiao raised eyebrow tip, heart bottom funny.

Shen Qingye looked up at her. A second later, he rubbed his toes against the lawn. "It's nothing. It's just that I'm sorry to give you trouble."

Li Qiao wants to say a word very much, you know good, words to the lips, and in the heart can't bear.

We can't blame him completely for Yunli's entering the manor. It's enough to punish him a little.

Seeing that Li Qiao didn't speak, Shen Qingye felt even worse.

He stepped forward anxiously. "I didn't expect that it was brother Li who took the order at that time, and..."

Before the words came down, Li Qiao raised her hand and interrupted him, with a smile on her delicate eyebrows. "Well, it's all over."

Shen Qingye's voice was sharp and his lips were closed.

Soon after, he and song Laoliu left the other courtyard one after another.

Li Qiao looks at their back, shakes her head and sighs. As soon as she turns around, she sees Xi Luo coming over from the hall.

"Well, Madame archbishop, you get up early."

Li Qiao and her four eyes opposite, carelessly smile way: "you already know his identity?"

Last night, after learning that Shang Yu was the Archbishop of the British Empire, Li Qiao suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Xi Luo was so "obedient" in front of him.

Everything happens for a reason.

Xi Luo tugged at the hem of the T-shirt, then innocently put out her hand, "it's not early. I saw it once two or three years ago. But... I didn't know at that time that he was Nanyang businessman Shaoyan. "

Li Qiao's face was expressionless. She gave her a cool look and raised her foot to enter.

Seeing this, Xi Luo stretched out her hand in front of her and joked with a smile, "your archbishop is my immediate superior. He didn't say anything. How dare I expose his identity at will? What's more, my sister's heart is still toward you. Go to wear a coat and I'll take you out shopping."

"No Li Qiao refused very simply. What's good about this broken street?

Xi Luo narrowed her eyes and patted her on the forehead. "If you don't go, you can't do it. Someone else is a princess. Shouldn't you give her some face?"

Li Qiao steps a meal, "Marguerite?"

....

About twenty minutes later, behind the screen on the second floor of the private tea room, Princess Margaret was sipping tea gracefully with her cup.

Li Qiao steps slightly slow, roughly looked at a few eyes, the side of Xi Luo nunuzui, said: "come on, sister, let me show you what's different."

Li Qiao

Are they really friends? Are you sure it's not the enemy?

Xiluo grabs her wrist and walks over. Princess Marguerite, who is blonde and blue eyed, also sees them.

The next second, Mandarin came out of her mouth, "I've been waiting for you for five minutes!"

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