ICP record number: Xiang B2-20100081-3 Internet Publishing Qualification Certificate: Xinchu Network License (Xiang) Zi No. 11 Network Culture Business License: Wen Wangwen [2010] No. 128

Purple Pupil sat in the car, looking at both sides of the road through the tulle curtain, only to see gorgeous high-rise buildings lined up one after another, the main road is very spacious, the traffic is on the road, even the clothes and ornaments of the people walking on the road are very gorgeous, there are many shops on both sides, all the way, Zitong didn't even see beggars.

From these current conditions, it is not difficult for Zitong to see the richness of the main city of the North Family.

Along the way, seeing the carriage they were riding, the pedestrians on the road all took the initiative to give in, and even many of them saluted the carriage from a distance, which seemed very respectful.

Passing through the main street, which can accommodate eight horse-drawn carriages side by side, you can see a building complex with ink and gold as the main color at the end of the road, which is the main residence of the Bei family in Ziwei City-Beifu.

This Beijia mansion in Ziwei City is larger than the imperial palace of Tianji City, with many people and horses on the high mansion walls, flags fluttering, spears and snow bright, and strict guards.

When Beichen and Zitong's carriage approached, a guard immediately stepped forward to check on it.

Listening to the coachman say that it was Beichen and Zitong sitting inside, the guards guarding the door had already bent down in unison to salute, and then respectfully let their carriage in.

"My subordinates have seen the young master and the young lady!"

This mansion is really too big.

The two of them rode in the carriage for a long time, passing through countless corridors, before the carriage stopped outside the gate of a quiet courtyard.

The coachman lifted the curtain, and Beichen jumped out of the carriage with Zitong in his arms, and took her hand and walked to the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a maid was sweeping the fallen children, and when she saw him, she was busy running over and saluting the two, "The slave has seen the young master and the young lady!" ”

She seemed to be polite, but her voice was raised very high, as if she was afraid that the two of them would not hear behind their ears.

Beichen didn't pay attention to it, just shook Zitong's wrist, and with a flicker, he had already landed on the steps with her, stepped into the door, and went directly into the inner room.

In the inner room, Mrs. Qingyou was originally playing chess with Bei Shuihan, and when she heard the sound outside, she knew that Beichen was coming, so she hurriedly put down the chess pieces in her hand, jumped on the bed, and hurriedly pulled the quilt and covered her body.

"Quick, put the pieces away!"

Bei Shui Han was busy collecting chess, but Beichen had already walked into the inner room with purple pupils.

Beishui Han's chess pieces have not been collected yet, listening to the sound of the two coming in, but he was in a hurry, and when he was about to tilt the chessboard, he poured all the chess pieces on it into his sleeve, and Mrs. Qingyou didn't bother to take off her shoes and pulled the quilt up to cover herself.

The purple pupils swept over the chessboard that Bei Shui Han carefully placed aside, just smiling in his heart.

These two are still in the mood to play chess, and it seems that they are really getting along!

She could already see how Beichen could see it.

Glancing at Beishui Han, Beichen's eyes fell on his mother, Mrs. Qingyou.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"I ......," Mrs. Qingyou coughed, "I have a headache, a sore throat, and a back pain...... In a word...... My whole body hurts, and I don't feel well anywhere! ”

Beichen raised his eyebrows slightly, "Then you're still in the mood to play chess?" ”

"Beichen!" The purple pupil gently tugged at his sleeve, and the person stepped forward and walked to Mrs. Qingyou's side, "Mother, I'll take your pulse, right?" ”

Madame Qingyou replied lightly, stretched out her arm, and raised her sleeve to let her take the pulse.

The long sleeves were raised, revealing a rosy lip print on her snow-white arm.

Mrs. Qingyou was stunned, her face instantly flushed, and she hurriedly tore off her sleeves.

This dead ghost, when did she get her arm like this?!