Chapter 120: And Old Things

It is said that when Qingxuan got drunk that day, she used her spiritual power in public, forcing Helan Qiyou to carry her away in front of everyone. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 Later, although on the one hand, she felt that the dragon girl's face was lost, but she won Helan Qiyou and said in public that she would not accept any more concubines, which made Qingxuan feel quite worthwhile.

In addition, He Lan Qiyou not only rejected the marriage of the Zhao family for her, but also took the initiative to introduce Zhao Xian to marry the Xiahou family, and Xiahou Yan also took the opportunity to sell out. If it succeeds, there will be one less woman who wants to rob her of her husband.

She was overjoyed, and even though she had been taught by Holan Qiyou all night after returning to her room, she had silently cooperated. As a result, the next day, her legs were so sore that she couldn't get out of bed, and she had to bathe and hold him over, only to realize that his lesson was not over.

So she couldn't get out of bed for days, let alone leave the house.

Later, he said that he wanted to take her down to Hangzhou, and she had long wanted to leave because of the dinner, and since the new ship was ready to be launched, they decided to take the boat down to Hangzhou.

The main room of the Dragon Scale was particularly spacious, and lying in the large bed of the gauze tent, Qing Xuan could still feel the movement of the boat on the river and smell the faint smell of water.

"I'd like to go on deck..."

"It's dark, you can't see anything, let's see tomorrow." ”

"Really? Didn't we get to shore earlier, why did they stop again?" she thought it was amazing, and she could feel the movement of the ship even when she was in her room. "No, it seems to have gone a little farther. ”

She really wanted to go up to the deck to have a look, but He Lan Qiyou almost didn't let her leave the room, and the two of them were entangled, and when they arrived in Hangzhou, it was already dark, and Helan Qiyou ordered to wait one more night and get off the ship the next morning.

Qingxuan has read all the books and picture albums of Hangzhou Qiantang, all of which are compared to heaven, and the travelogue records Lingyin Temple, Liuhe Pagoda, Feilai Peak, Longjing, Hupao Spring, etc., she has been yearning for a long time, so when she arrived, although she was still annoyed by Helan Qiyou, she was in a good mood.

When she entered the mansion, the housekeeper and the servants respected her more than in Suzhou before, and the whole house staff came out to greet her.

Similarly, after entering the room, Helan Qiyou said that he would first go to the branch altar with Gongsun Yuqi, leaving Qingxuan and Zixuan in the room.

"Miss, I thought you should have arrived last night, my grandson and I arrived before it got dark last night. ”

Qingxuan's face turned red when she heard this, how dare she tell Zixuan that they were running errands all night?

"Well, I don't know, but the water route is different from the land route. The room has been taken care of?" Qing Xuan quickly changed the topic, afraid that Zixuan would ask what she was doing on the boat last night.

"Yes, this is the room where my uncle used to live. I heard that before we came, the slave maid also cleaned it carefully. Later, I also sorted out the eldest lady's things, and there should be no problem. ”

"Hmm..."Qing Xuan stood up and walked a few steps, wanted to look around, caught a glimpse of an old wooden box in the corner, and asked. "What's in there?"

"It's my uncle's old thing, but the slaves didn't dare to touch it. Does the eldest lady want me to tidy it up?"

Saying this, Qing Xuan was a little curious, and stepped forward to open the box.

Inside were some of his old clothes, which didn't fit well compared to his tall skeleton now. In addition, there is a bed of brocade quilt, which is embroidered with a pair of mandarin ducks, a small Xun, and a sachet, exquisite embroidery, which is embroidered on the Helan Mansion next to Taihu Lake.

Qingxuan's hand holding the sachet trembled a little, and the box was full of old things from him and the woman.

"Miss...."