Chapter 42: Give Me an Explanation
Just as Yin Zi wanted to give up the study and look for another clue, the noise outside the house came from far and near. 『『Full text reading baoly】. s.
"Princess, the prince is not in the mansion," the little maid replied tremblingly, and trotted all the way behind a plain woman.
The woman looked about thirty years old, with excellent charm, bright eyes and zirconium teeth, and she was a beauty that was unforgettable at first sight. Yin Zi was on the beam, staring at the beautiful woman without blinking.
A light blue plain dress without too many accessories, even the bun is simply pulled up, the most ordinary young woman's outfit, this bun is a married woman's hairstyle, and her slender waist, jade face, looks like a girl.
The woman was followed by a little girl who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old, also dressed in plain clothes, and her appearance was delicate and lovely, and her big eyes that could talk showed infinite alertness.
On the other side of the woman was a little girl who trotted all the way over, repeating the same sentence from time to time: "Princess, the prince is really not in the house"
Yin Zi looked at the woman called "Princess", her eyes were full of doubts, it was her beautiful sister who was looking for people everywhere with the portrait of her master
Then I remembered Master's words, only "Princess Qiaoyun" is older in the court today, and she is not the daughter of the saint today, but a woman who lives in a simple place.
Originally, she was very curious about Princess Qiaoyun, and today, Yin Zi squinted her eyes and stared at Princess Qiaoyun's clenched palm.
The door of the study was pushed open by the little palace maid beside the princess, and the elegant woman turned around in the study, and finally spoke: "Please come to see me by the housekeeper"
The princess came all the way, and someone had already gone to inform the housekeeper, and at this time, there was still a need for the princess to send someone to call
Outside the door came a white man who looked to be in his early twenties, with a straight body and not a short stature.
When he arrived at the place where the woman was seated, the man knelt down on one knee, bowed his head and said: "Zimo welcomes the princess, I don't know if Princess Qiaoyun went to the Xuanyang Mansion late at night, what advice do you have?"
Qiaoyun looked at the maids on the side, and Zimo spoke: "Let's all go out" The maids in the house retreated without any of them.
Zimo raised his head and said, "If the princess has something, you can tell Zimo to do it."
"What kind of girl has your master been in contact with recently," Princess Qiaoyun got straight to the point.
Zimo's face was calm: "No"
Princess Qiaoyun's eyes narrowed, staring at Zimo's eyes, and her mouth was obviously cold: "Find a way to tell your master, he has something left in Qiaoyun Palace, and he wants to take it back, let him come to see me."
Zimo stared at the raised hand of Princess Qiaoyun, and the palm slowly opened, and it turned out to be the anklet that the master had been looking for
At this time, Yin Zi, who was on the roof, did not leave the anklet in Princess Qiaoyun's hand, and it could be seen at a glance that it was the one he had brought for many years.
In other words, this anklet was indeed picked up by King Xuanyang, but it was lost in Princess Qiaoyun's palace
Very good
Yin Zi felt that any palace in the palace was much easier to explore than this Xuanyang Palace, so there was no need for him to stay in the Xuanyang Palace
When Yin Zi quietly left the Xuanyang Palace, the little girl beside Princess Qiaoyun leaned forward and said in Qiaoyun's ear: "Princess, there is only a person with extremely high kung fu nearby, and now that he has retreated, will it be the prince?"
Princess Qiaoyun gritted her teeth and said: "Whether it is him or not, if he wants to find this thing, he has to go to my Qiaoyun Palace to give me an explanation When he grows up, his wings have hardened, and I don't have to listen to my aunt's words."
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