"Miss, it's been so strong outside these days, why aren't you in such a hurry at all?" Qingya walked in, and when she saw Qiao Ran holding the book window and looking at it, she couldn't help but say anxiously. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qiao Ran put down the book and smiled, "Look at you, it's a non-existent thing, what if I am in a hurry?"

"Then the prince of Nanxia is really, if you want to choose a concubine, you can choose it! But he got involved with the young lady for no reason, and he didn't have to affect the reputation of the young lady. Qingya frowned and complained about Gu Yunlai, if it wasn't for the prince of Nanxia who came to the general's mansion that day, how could such words appear.

"Okay, your brother little hoof, this is also what we can say? If it spreads, won't it affect our young lady?" It happened that Qinghe walked in with embroidered blue characters, and said loudly when he heard Qingya's words.

Qingya pursed her lips, very reluctantly, "I'm also angry for Miss!"

Qinghe covered his mouth and smiled, "Tut...... The young lady is not angry, but you are angry. ”

"Okay, one or two are so idle, just follow me to the small storeroom and have a look!" Qiao got up, and two girls hurriedly stepped forward, one supporting her, and the other putting away the book.

It's easiest to do things in this Qixia Courtyard, and it's nothing to go out for your share on weekdays, and these two girls are also idle.

"Yes, miss. ”

The mother-in-law who was guarding the treasury saw Qiao Ran coming, and she cheered up, "Miss." ”

"Well, it's okay today, I'll come and take a look at the storeroom. Qiao Ran said with a smile.

"Eh, Miss is here with the slave. The woman replied that these two young ladies treat people with a smile on weekdays, and they feel awe when they see her for no reason, and they work harder to do things.

Before arriving at the warehouse, Qinghe took it and opened the lock.

"There are three of us here, you can go down first!"

"Yes, if the young lady has something, she will call the slave. ”

Qiao Ran nodded, raised her feet and stepped into the warehouse, most of the things left by her mother Dongfang in this small warehouse, piled up in the entire warehouse, these were her dowry back then, enough to see the love of the old lady of the East for Dongfang.

For the Oriental language, Qiao Ran almost can't remember it really, the only thing left for her is these, although the years have passed, there is no trace of dust in those boxes, and people who want to come often come to clean it.

Qiao Ran walked to a box and stretched out his hand to open it, but Qinghe stepped forward, "Miss, let's let the slave come here!"

"It's okay, you go and see the others. After hearing this, Qinghe had no choice but to give up. He Qingya stepped aside.

Qiao Ran opened the box, there were some clothes inside, she reached out and touched it gently, these were all left by her mother, fortunately, they were still there.

Thinking of his mother, Qiao Ran's face was flushed with a trace of sadness, and the two girls bowed their heads to work when they saw this, not daring to speak, and for a while, the sound of turning things echoed in the entire warehouse.

"Miss, there's a painttube here. Qingya exclaimed, holding a black painttube in her hand. Qiao Ran turned his head and stretched out his hand to take it, with a puzzled face, this painting tube is different from other painting tubes, the outer wall is carved with exquisite patterns, what kind of painting is it, the painting tube is still so bothered.

She opened the painting tube, Qingya hurriedly took it, and looked at the drawing paper, which was a little old, and it seemed that it had been many years. Unfolding the painting, you are greeted by a woman, her eyes are like water, but with a faint coldness, as if she can see through everything. A pair of red lips, with a smile, a fairy-like temperament, wearing a white dress, embroidered with butterfly dark lines, a green silk with butterfly tassels shallow curling, water-red jade belt wrapped around the waist, leaving two thin belts to hang down naturally, a pair of slender hands gently buckled on the top of the thin belt, as if slowly playing, indifferent. She stood among the flowers, beautiful and beautiful.

"Huh, isn't this Miss?" Qingya said after looking at the person on the painting, but she felt that something was wrong.

"I'll see. Qinghe hurriedly stepped forward when he heard this, "It's very similar, but this is not Miss." Qinghe looked at it and said, the person in this painting is eight points similar to Miss, but the charm is different from Miss.

"Hey, it's really not a young lady, no wonder I think something is wrong. Qingya nodded, looking suddenly enlightened.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom. Qiao Ran read the small words on the side softly, and his heart sank, isn't this his grandfather's handwriting? What is going on with this painting? Although the person in the painting is very similar to himself, he is about 20 years old.

There is also the time marked in the lower right corner, the thirteenth year of Qingyuan, which is still the period of the first emperor, the person in this painting can never be herself, so who is she?

Qiao Ran sorted out his thoughts, put the painting away, and looked at the two of them seriously, "This matter must not be mentioned to anyone, understand?"

The two of them saw Qiao Ran's expression and nodded.

This painting shocked her a lot, and she didn't have the heart to look at other things, so she hurried back to Qixia Courtyard with the painting.