When Chunni saw that this boy dared to glare at her, she simply rolled her eyes.
Is there anyone in this world who dares to roll his eyes at me, Alibi? I, A Li, can't argue with you, but I roll my eyes, I am the grandmaster of your little girl's movies.
Ah Li rolled his eyes so hard that he could only see the whites of his eyes, not the darkness at all.
It's amazing that you can roll your eyes, but I'm ignoring you. Chunni curled her lips and turned around, leaving her back for him.
A Li snorted in his heart. I am right, only women and villains are difficult to raise. I am a good man, A Li, who won’t fight with women, and I will show my back to you.
"Miss, the prince has gone too far. If you have a minor illness, you need to consult the young lady. The young lady is not an imperial doctor, so why should she be there at the first call?" Chunni said angrily and unfairly while removing the hairpin for the young lady.
Qingguan's eyes were a little astringent, and her mind was not on Chunni's words.
Who is that person whose lamp has run out of oil? It actually makes a person who has been deeply hidden reveal a little bit of his glory? There shouldn't be any elders around that guy who are about to die, right? Could it be that something happened in the palace
"Miss... that Ah Li is also annoying. He has a sullen face, as if I owe him money."
The noisy sound of Chunni made Qingguan feel a headache. She said with a cold face: "Okay, stop saying a few words and go down and rest."
Chunni stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to say anything. She helped the young lady get on the bed, lowered the curtain, blew out the candle and went to the outside room.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes as deep as ink slowly opened, shining brightly.
Ah... She actually forgot to ask if those two sheep were gifts from him.
On the day when the results were released, the Gu family was having a peaceful life, but the pressure on the British government was quite low.
For some reason these past few days, the prince has been neglecting food and drink, has a bad temper, and gets angry at the servants at every turn, which scares the servants in the whole yard to be on tenterhooks.
The British father-in-law and his wife were afraid that their son would be sick, so they quickly sent a note and invited the imperial doctor to come and see the doctor. The imperial physician consulted for a long time and prescribed some medicine to strengthen the stomach and relieve the spleen.
Xiao Zhong's heart was clear. The prince's abnormal behavior these days is related to two people, one is the sixth lady of the Gu family, and the other is Mr. Su.
As a servant, it is very important to help the master to resolve his knot. When Yin Lifeng kicked him to the ground again, Xiaozhong gritted his teeth and stepped forward and said softly: "Master, now that the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, the third master will be off in a few days." Mu, let’s call people out and make it lively, what do you think?”
Yin Lifeng ignored him, fell down on the bed, and covered his face with the book.
I don't know why, but whenever I have troubles, I want to drink with Su Ziyu. When I drink too much, I will talk nonsense and offend others, and then ask for forgiveness in a coquettish way. A play like this always happens three or five times a year.
This time Xu made the fuss a little bigger. He even wrote two letters of apology, but Su Ziyu ignored them.
What made him even more restless was that when he slept these past few days, he dreamed of Qian Ziqi walking in the rain on tiptoes, holding the hem of his skirt. Looking back, that face turned into Gu Qingwan's again, it was really like seeing a ghost.
Seeing that the prince was unmoved, Xiao Zhong said, "Why not post the notice in the name of the Eighth Miss? The Third Master will definitely agree to it."
Yin Lifeng stood up and jumped up from the bed, "That's a good idea. Go and send a message and tell him that the Eighth Sister invited him to enjoy the flowers."
"Young man, go right here."
"etc."
"Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"
Yin Lifeng said nothing, but walked back and forth in the room a few times, bit his lip and said, "I want to ask Gu Qingwan out too, what do you think?"
"this… "
Xiao Zhong scratched his head.
If he says that this is against the rules, I'm afraid he will get very angry because of his temper, but he has to call the person out. What should I do if the young lady in my boudoir doesn't leave the door and never steps forward
"Your Majesty, I am a lady..."
"idiot!"
Yin Lifeng raised his leg and kicked it, "You didn't ask me to post it. I'll beg the Eighth Sister."
Qingguan held the gold-edged sticker with an indescribable expression on her face.
Hua Yang watched coldly and had to sigh in his heart. In this world, fools are blessed. This madman is so lucky that even the eighth lady of Yin Guogong posted a message for her. God is really blind.
She put the bowl down heavily and said with a smile on her face, "Daughter, the eighth young lady invites me, so I shouldn't push it away. But there are some things that mother must tell you."
Qingguan still hadn't recovered from the shock, so she just said dumbly: "Mother, please speak."
"Our Gu family has always been close to the Zhenguo government, so what about the British government... Hey, you don't understand even after I tell you."
How can a fool who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun understand the affairs of the government
Huayang said with a headache: "In short, remember what my mother said, just talk and have a casual conversation, and don't talk nonsense."
Qingguan finally regained her consciousness, and she said softly: "If mother is worried, please ask Sister Ling to accompany you."
You are beautiful. She couldn't avoid this British male, so how could she let her daughter get close to him again.
Zhao Huayang hurriedly excused himself: "Your sister Ling has been tired these days, so she won't accompany you. Let the third and fourth girls accompany you."
Qingguan lowered his eyebrows and said, "Thank you, mother."
Qing Guan left, the curtain inside opened, and Wu Yanling came out in crescent-white clothes.
"Mom, okay, how could the British government send a message to her?"
Hua Yang pointed to the other side of the kang and said disapprovingly: "There is nothing strange about this. You are young and don't know what happened in the old year. That damn Qian's sister is a famous female doctor in the capital. She is from a high-ranking family in the capital. Madam, Miss, who wouldn’t ask her to see a doctor?”
"oh?"
Hua Yang leaned his head and lowered his voice: "In the past, before the prince's accident, King Rui and King Xian were not as incompatible as they are now. Those two palaces had dealings with her."
"No wonder."
Wu Yanling understood, but said: "It's just that things are different now. What kind of trouble will she get into again?"
"It's none of our business. I've said everything I need to say. It's up to her to live or die."
Hua Yang raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Hurry back to your room and change into nice clothes, then go to the palace with your mother."
"Going again?" Wu Yanling was puzzled. Didn't she just come back a few days ago
Hua Yang smiled half-heartedly and said, "Today, your grandmother sent an intermediary to the Jiang family. I have to go and find out the news."
Wu Yanling's eyes darkened, surprisingly so quickly.
Qingguan walked out of the yard, confused as to where he was. The sticker in her hand was as hot as a soldering iron, and she had the urge to tear it into pieces.
Yin Daimei is a famous talented girl in Beijing. She can read at the age of three, read at the age of four, and can memorize hundreds of schools of thought like a man at the age of six.
Among the chess, calligraphy and painting, Yin Daimei's calligraphy is particularly outstanding, and her cursive handwriting is vigorous and powerful. The plaques of the British government are all made by her.
Qingwan in her previous life was just the opposite. Because she was not restricted by her family, her handwriting looked like a dog's scratch, which was very shameful.
And such words, in Qingguan's eyes, were like stabbing her with a knife. Because of that cursive hand, it often appeared on Su Ziyu's desk in his previous life, either drinking wine or with a few strokes.
Qingguan didn't pay much attention to it at first, only thinking that it was written by a young master from some aristocratic family. It wasn't until he read it carefully one day that he discovered that these words were all written for Su Ziyu.
It was also because of these words that the biggest dispute broke out between her and Su Ziyu.
"The melancholy clouds are light and the rain is shining, and the morning comes again at dusk."
She was so angry that she moved her delicate hands, scattered them into pieces, threw them on the ground, and questioned the jade-like man opposite.
"Su Ziyu, since you have been with her day and night, why should you flatter me against your will and simply leave me to find her? This will save you all the sorrow and light rain."
"Ziqi, please stop being unreasonable. The meaning of this poem is not what you think. I have nothing to do with her." The handsome man defended with a slight blush.
"If it doesn't matter, then why did you accept her message?"
"This... Ziqi, I want to copy her cursive calligraphy."
"You don't copy so many calligraphy and paintings, but you copy hers, Su Ziyu, you are a bastard..."
"Miss, Miss,"
"Ah..." His thoughts were disrupted, Qingguan said dumbly: "What's the matter?"
Yueniang pointed to the lake in front of her, frowned and said, "Miss, if you go further, you will reach the water."
Qingguan came back to his senses and didn't know when he had reached the Crescent Lake.
Yueniang was worried. The young lady just came out of the courtyard, her eyes were straight, and there was no answer after calling several times. She must have thought of something sad again.
"If Miss doesn't want to go, just push her away. It's not a big deal."
Qingguan had calmed down and said with a slight smile: "Since you are here to invite me, I will naturally go."
"But miss..."
"Don't worry Yueniang, my heart was as hard as iron when I jumped from the Naihe Bridge. I really want to understand the money back then, the affairs of the two Sheng families, and the role of the British government in them. There is a post Come on, just go and have a look."
What's more, she still has that revenge!
Qingguan's voice was very soft, but with a touch of firmness, making Yueniang unable to bear to refuse, "Miss, let me follow you."
Qingguan stretched out her hand, picked off a willow leaf, and flicked it gently, as if to flick away all the melancholy in her heart, "I want you to follow me."
Seeing that the young lady's tone was wrong, Yueniang supported her and interrupted: "Miss, go back to the courtyard. Chen Ping is coming tonight, so we have to prepare first."
Qingguan was stunned, she had forgotten this matter.
The moonlight is like a flower, and Chen Ping is there as promised.
But in just a short moment, the man had landed steadily in the yard.
In the night, A Li, dressed in black, came forward and said respectfully: "Miss Sixth, my father asked me to send this. Please take a look."
Qingguan took the booklet, nodded and said, "Thank you, your prince, for me."
A Li smiled and said "Yes" and said: "Miss, the prince said that this booklet was copied from the original family, and no one dared to miss it. He also said that if the lady wants to go to Yangu Temple to pray for the souls of the dead, he can contact her in advance. Say hello to the old abbot."
Qingguan raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Tell your prince that he will be busy when the time comes."
A Li said again: "Sixth Miss, the Shi family's ship will arrive in Beijing in two days. Duke Dingguo's mansion has sent people to wait at the dock."
What great news. Qingguan suppressed the joy in her heart and said, "Thank you very much." Seeing that A Li had finished speaking, he hesitated in his heart whether to ask everything the prince had told him.