"Madam, that young man just now ......" Xiangyun glanced at Ding Qinghe quickly, but she stopped talking. Just fall in love with Lewen

"What's wrong with that son?" Ding Qinghe waited for a while, but didn't see Xiangyun answering, so he was a little curious, so he asked.

"He looked at his wife like ......," Xiangyun was stunned and didn't dare to continue.

"Don't slurb if you have something to say, you can say whatever you want!" Ding Qinghe encouraged her to continue.

"Madame, the way that boy looked at you just now was a bit like the way a cat sees a mouse. Slaves...... The slave and maid really look at it...... Madame, be careful. Xiangyun boldly reminded.

"Good Xiangyun, I finally know to observe carefully, Cheng, I'll be careful!" Ding Qinghe was very satisfied when she heard this, because Xiangyun was growing, and she might be able to help her in the future.

"Madam, slave maid...... The slave said it badly, and asked the lady not to mind. Xiangyun said with a little trepidation.

"It's okay, it's right for you to speak out so boldly!" Ding Qinghe laughed when he heard this.

Caiyun was also smiling on the side.

"Madame has such a beautiful smile." Xiangyun said.

"Xiangyun looks good when he smiles." Ding Qinghe said when he heard this, and his tone was indescribably brisk.

Soon arrived at the gate of Jing'an Palace.

"I didn't expect my senior brother's mansion to be so luxurious!" After Ding Qinghe got out of the carriage, he stared at the splendid mansion and said.

"Madam, this is the palace, not the mansion of our big family there. It's Yuan's mansion, and it's not as good as a corner here. Xiangyun said with a smile.

Caiyun was sent by Ding Qinghe to negotiate with the porter, and the porter got the letter and reported it inside.

"You're right." Ding Qinghe smiled when he heard this.

Suddenly, a middle-aged woman in a brown gown walked out with a smile on her face.

"Our prince heard that Miss Ding is coming, and he can't spare time to practice swords in the back garden of the mansion at this time, so he has to send an old slave to the gate to greet him, Miss Ding, please." The middle-aged woman said to Ding Qinghe quite enthusiastically.

Ding Qinghe didn't mind that King Jing'an didn't come to greet him in person, after all, he was not his elder, and besides, he didn't like that kind of false courtesy.

"Mama's last name?" When Ding Qinghe heard her say this, he knew that this woman must be a capable person in front of the senior brother, yes, she asked with a soft smile.

"Everyone else calls the old slave Mama Qian." She didn't look like Ding Qinghe was from a small place, because as soon as she entered the palace, she didn't look around like the others when they first came in, or with envy in their eyes, but they followed her all the way calmly.

To get to the back garden of the Jing'an Palace, you must pass through an artificially dug lake.

The cool breeze blows across the sparkling clear lake, the green leaves in the sky are swaying, and a few early-blooming water hibiscus seem to be playing hide and seek with the green lotus leaves.

"It's very comfortable for the lake to blow in the wind." Ding Qinghe said with a smile.

"Yes, our prince is practicing swords behind the rockery, Miss Ding, please pay attention to the wooden bridge under your feet, last time a maid slipped here and accidentally fell into the lake." Mama Qian kindly reminded.

"Is it raining right now?" Ding Qinghe asked with a smile.

"Miss Ding was wrong, it didn't rain at that time, but the morning dawn was shining, and the maid was weak, hey, it's a pity, she fell into the lake, although there were guards who rescued her, but now she has a bad brain, like a three-year-old child, pitiful." Mama Qian saw that Ding Qinghe had a good temperament, so she patiently told her.

"Then did you ask Lang Zhong to show her?" Ding Qinghe said curiously.

"Her family is poor and looks down on Lang Zhong. Later, her parents begged the old slave, and the old slave begged the prince again, the prince was kind-hearted, and invited Langzhong, who expected, Langzhong came, but he didn't take a good look at the illness of the spring fish, hey, it was said that it was falling into the lake, and the body fell into the root of the disease, pitiful, only thirteen years old, hey...... Oh, look at the old slave, Rory shouldn't talk about this. Miss Ding, it's almost here. When Mama Qian mentioned this, her eyes flashed with sadness.

Ding Qinghe thought to himself that this Mama Qian was a little compassionate, would she like to take a look at the poor maid named Chunyu for a while? Maybe I can heal that little maidservant? So when your own medical clinic is opened, isn't there a live advertisement?

"Senior sister is here?" The voice is as clear as the chords of a cello, and that person is Ding Qinghe's senior brother Xuanyuan Yu, the prince of Jing'an Palace.

Hearing this, Ding Qinghe looked ahead in surprise, only to see that at this time, she and Xiangyun Caiyun could hear the whirring sword qi from a distance, and the scenery in front of the rockery was impressive, under a few emerald green towering trees, but I saw a man in a white robe flying, black hair flying, and a handsome face, the long sword in his hand was shining with silver light, and the posture of the sword was elegant and leisurely, like flowing clouds and water, and it was charming.

"Senior brother, your swordsmanship dance is so good!" Ding Qinghe's applause rang out.

"Okay, Sensei is a sycophant, let's say, suddenly come here today, but what do you want me to help with?" Xuanyuan Yu glanced at Mama Qian, and Mama Qian immediately retired with interest.

"Xiangyun, Caiyun, you follow Mama Qian to visit the Jing'an Palace! Hee-hee! I have something to tell my senior brother. Ding Qinghe saw that Mama Qian was on the road just now and said that the scenery of Jing'an Wangfu was good, and the colorful clouds and fragrant clouds listened to it with relish, and she was also happy to let the two maids relax for a while.

So, Xiangyun Caiyun was taken down by Mama Qian.

"Senior brother, can you guess?" Ding Qinghe smiled and blinked when he heard this, and asked rhetorically.

"I can't guess, but I know that you came this time, with an extra tail on your back, you, you, I don't know who is interested?" Xuanyuan Yu put away the blade of the sword in a perfect posture and put it into the scabbard lightly, and suddenly he glanced at Ding Qinghe and said meaningfully.

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Thank you all for waiting, I'm going to have more tomorrow! Make up for the interruption of the previous few days, Mo Da!

This book was first published by Lewen, please do not reprint!