Relying on Dong Ce’s shoulder, feeling the sorrow and grief that was as thick as ink on his body, Bai Yuetang felt his heart was as broken as a knife.
She had no other way than to use her tenderness and considerate to heal the trauma this man suffered from the closest people at home.
In this room, the heavy wheels of the carriage in the Yongning Marquis Mansion rolled around and gradually approached the palace. In that room, the Chinan Marquis Mansion, Gu Yuqing finished breakfast, and it was still early before the meeting in the flower hall. She sat alone at the window and looked through the files stolen from the Duan Palace that day.
I want to find clues about Miaojiang from it.
The sun is dim and shattered, passing through the swaying branches driven by the breeze outside the window, mottled and scattered, hitting her white face, reflecting the quiet room, showing the vitality of autumn alone.
After reading the book, I felt a little depressed because I was not able to search. I sighed quietly, and looked up at the starling brother who was screaming in the corridor outside the window, and Jixiang came in and reported. “Miss, Minglu said that the Fourth Prince is fine. He went back last night and fell asleep. He got up early this morning and danced with swords and Chensong as usual. When I came back, he was about to go into the palace to find His Royal Highness Ninth Prince. It seems that the Fourth Prince didn’t know what happened yesterday.”
As Jixiang finished speaking, Gu Yuqing’s eyebrows moved slightly, sighed softly, and a sneer appeared in his eyes.
Wanqing…
After last night, Bai would never force her to Xiao Yu again. Whether Xiao Yu knew it would make no sense.
It’s good if you don’t know, so as not to get evil in your heart.
As for how Bai family would deal with Wanqing… In his vague memory, in his previous life, it seemed that Dong Yuan did take a concubine in Bai family’s family, and he was also a noble concubine second only to his wife.
As for whether the concubine in the previous life was Wanqing in this life, Gu Yuqing didn’t know and was unwilling to think about it.
As long as it doesn’t disturb her life, such an irrelevant person… is not worth her thinking.
As he was speaking, Ruyi Niao Niao came in and bowed and reported: “Miss, Zhou Bingde is asking for a meeting.”
Why did he come at this time?
An inexplicable emotion lingered, and Gu Yuqing always felt that Zhou Bingde’s sudden request for a meeting was a bad breath.
His eyes moved slightly, he curled his thoughts in his heart, turned to Ruyi and said, “Take him to the stone table in the yard.” As he spoke, his face couldn’t help but be a little solemn.
Ruyi was ordered and turned around and left.
Looking at Ruyi’s back stepping out of the threshold, Gu Yuqing took a deep breath, supported the table with her hands, and stood up.
Jixiang turned his head and got a thick cotton mat.
When Gu Yuqing went out, Zhou Bingde had already drooped his hands, bowed his waist slightly, and stood there.
He was wearing a stone-gray robe and was wearing square-mouthed cloth shoes unique to the servants of Chinan Hou Mansion. Qiuyang hit him, and the whole person looked so comfortable.
But in just a few days, he was already filled with a breath of a mountain hunter.
“What’s the matter?”
Jixiang laid the mat, Gu Yuqing slowly sat down, took the hot tea that Ruyi held, held it in her hand, and asked softly.
After Zhou Bingde saluted, he said respectfully: “Miss, yesterday, I was waiting for the prince’s wedding in Yongning. The servants and the grooms of various prefectures had a meal at the same table. While talking, I heard the grooms of His Highness of the Third Prince talk about it. In recent days, His Highness of the Third Prince has often gone to Fengning area.”
Fengning?
When Gu Yuqing heard this, her brows moved slightly.
Zhou Bingde took a breath and continued: “?br/>——People please remind: Please pay attention to the rest of your eyes when reading for a long time.: