Zhao Mo led a group of sergeants to escort dozens of carts into the West Garden of the Jade Mansion, which is the residence of the three princes, among the twelve sons and young ladies of the Jade Mansion, only the third prince was given an independent residence, and the heirs of the other houses all lived with the elders and the head of the family.

The soldiers guarding the door had already known Zhao Mo for a long time, and knew that those carriages and horses were all goods urgently needed by the son, so they took a cursory look at them one by one and let the carriages and horses in.

"Lord Zhao," Zhao Mozheng commanded the troops to unload the goods one by one, and put them neatly in the warehouse, when he suddenly heard a shrill voice behind him, knowing that this was Jiang Li, the treasurer of Xiyuan, he didn't dare to slack off, so he quickly turned around and stepped forward, took out a green bracelet from his arms and handed it over.

"Yo-," the steward surnamed Jiang covered his lips with a handkerchief and chuckled, stretched out a finger and gently pointed at Zhao Mo, "What do you think of this? Or is Lord Zhao worried about Jiang, yes, we're not uninteresting, the requiem is a little tight these days, but what do we have to do with it? Jiang specially left it for the adult for three months, and it was placed in the flower hall at this time, and Lord Zhao went to get it." With that, he covered his lips and giggled.

The three teenagers were following Zhao Mo as guards at the moment, looking at the twisted posture of this surnamed Jiang, they couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts, and the second girl turned his head to the side, for fear of being seen with a disgusted look on his face.

Zhao Mo bowed down and thanked him, turned around and led the teenagers down the verandah, about to go to the flower hall.

"Wait a while—" Suddenly heard a shrill voice behind him sound again, now whether it is Zhao Mo or the three teenagers, their hearts are tight, could it be that this thing is not a man, a woman or a woman, what flaws have been seen?

Jiang Li pinched a handkerchief, walked forward with his orchid fingers shaking three times, and looked at Li Qing fixedly, his eyes were shining brightly, "These three are so tight-"

Li Qing was stared at by him, and the second girl was about to be impatient, but Lu Wanting reached out and grabbed her wrist, and Zhao Mo next to her walked forward with a smile, "Steward Jiang really has good eyesight, this is my eldest brother's child, I just learned from the museum last year, and I want to let the children grow up, so I follow me to be a personal guard, see more people, and experience more things." ”

The three teenagers were like balls that had been punctured, and when they heard Zhao Mo's words, they immediately lost their previous spirit, and moved back with some cringe, and Jiang Li's eyes brightened even more when he saw it.

Seeing Zhao Mo leaving, the three teenagers cowered and followed behind Jiang Li, walked towards the garden, and took a few steps to look in the direction of Zhao Mo's departure.

When he arrived at a garden with flowers and pink tiles, there was still some distance away, Jiang Li stopped and straightened his clothes, and looked back at the three teenagers, seeing that although the teenagers were a little cramped and uneasy, their posture was still gorgeous, so he nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the gate.

At the door was an old man, who was sitting under the porch dozing, and when he saw Jiang Li and a few teenagers, he only raised his eyes slightly, and he didn't know whether he saw it or not, so he lowered his head again and wandered to another country.

Jiang Li bowed slightly to the old man, and no matter whether the old man saw it or not, he didn't dare to be sloppy in the slightest.

Seeing Jiang Li like this, the three young men did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, I don't know if it was an illusion, Li Qing always felt that this old man was a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere, and was about to get up, when he suddenly saw the old man smiling at himself, the smile was a little narrow, Li Qing suddenly thought of Uncle Xiao, but then thought about how this was possible? Looking at the old man again, he was already snoring.

Hearing Jiang Li's continuous urging, Li Qing came to his senses and hurriedly followed. A maid took it, through a pond, to the outside of the study, a few green bamboos sparsely fallen and inserted around, bamboo shadows between the shade is a carved lacquered wood portal, the portal looms out of the faint sandalwood, people smell the heart of the calm.

Jiang Li was still a few feet away from the door and stopped walking, standing there with his hands down, motionless, even his breathing became invisible. Seeing the three teenagers standing aside at a loss, he hurriedly glanced at him and motioned to stand beside him.

After standing still for a moment, a lazy voice came from the study, "It's Jiang Lao'er, right? Don't stand stupidly, come in." Then there was a sound of someone dressing.

When Jiang Li heard the call, he didn't rush in, but stood for a while, listening to the sound inside getting softer, and then he led the teenagers in.

Pink blanket, pink curtain, pink shirt, shaking a small pink fan. In this fairytale world, the room is full of women who look like fairies in the painting, and the teenagers look expectantly in the center, and a graceful and noble woman behind the bookcase is drawing something. At this moment, he seemed to sense the gaze of the teenagers and raised his head.

With thin curved eyebrows, a pair of apricot eyes seemed to have autumn water rippling, crossed Jiang Li and Li Qing, and went straight to Erya and Lu Wanting, showing a satisfied smile, slowly put down the pen, picked up the painting on the table, looked at it seriously for a moment, and nodded very proudly.

"Jiang Lao Er, I am very happy that this thing was done today, Mrs., I will reward you for this painting. As he spoke, he turned the painting over and showed it to Jiang Li. Li Qing stood behind Jiang Li, seeing that the noble lady looked mysterious and mysterious, and couldn't help but look at it curiously, this is just a white juan, under a closer look, the silk cloth is lightly outlined with light ink A graceful woman, although only a few faint strokes, but it is very expressive, which shows that this noble lady's painting skills are not shallow.

The lady saw Jiang Laoer's face showing joy, and several teenagers looked at the painting, but their expressions were a little strange, and they also turned the painting back to look at it in confusion, and patted their foreheads lightly, as if they suddenly realized. I didn't see her painting again, but suddenly she reached out to the side and grabbed a girl, and threw it into the painting. The girl exclaimed, and disappeared into the painting. The lady picked up the painting again and looked at it, and then she smiled with satisfaction and handed it to the maid beside her. When the maid saw her companion enter the painting, not only was she not sad, but she looked relieved, bowed down to receive the painting, and respectfully handed it to Jiang Li.

Li Qing watched it from the sidelines, the girl on the side was opening her mouth wide, her face full of horror, but she was frozen, no longer a living person, but just a lifeless painting. Jiang Li took the scroll, ignoring the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, carefully put away the scroll, and saluted respectfully, and then slowly retreated with Li Qing.