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Lin Qi agreed to sum up a very appropriate sentence: I have nothing to do to step on the point, and I ask for warmth and show concern. Even so, she was inwardly grateful to the Lord Regent for coming and going in a hurry, so much so that dinner was a little more than usual.

"You can live in peace, the people who buy from the palace will come over from time to time, and if there is anything important, send someone to deliver the letter." Although the sparrows are small and complete, Xie Yi's Zhuangzi has all the objects, and the arrangement is not satisfactory, Lin Qixu has nothing to be picky about, so he naturally smiled and nodded.

The regent put on his coat and saw that the sun had passed its most ferocious hour, and set out leisurely.

"Next time, this king will come to see you again."

This place is a distance away from the capital, and the location is remote, Lin Qixu said with special understanding: "The prince is fine, the concubine will recuperate well." ”

If you raise it, you will go back obediently.

Seeing the palace and his party drifting away, it was not difficult for Lin Qixu to feel Yan Zhu's pity, according to the ideas of the minions below, it would be better if he could leave the prince to rest for a night.

But now, Lin Qixu is not in the mood to serve him.

Thinking of Xinghua Temple and Wuxiang Hou's Mansion, her face slowly sank.

The death of his biological mother and sister can be said to be the most painful thorn in Lin Qixu's heart, whether he touches it or not, it hurts so much that he can't collapse if he thinks about it a little.

For his indifferent father, Lin Qixu also thought more than once about whether his biological mother had done something wrong, or entered the mansion by very disgraceful means, just like Zhao said, which led to being disgusted by Lin Yanxuan for many years, and even the two sisters did not get a good face.

But the gentle smile and soft voice of the biological mother echoed in her mind like a magic spell.

Without real evidence, she would rather believe that her biological father was the cold-blooded beast.

But sometimes looking at Lin Yanxuan's true feelings for his younger brother, Lin Qixu would burst into tears in his heart more than once.

No matter how disappointed I was in my father, the little expectation in my heart never disappeared.

"Go down, I'll be alone for a while." Lin Qixu pretended to sit in front of the bookcase, holding on to a yellowed volume of books, and said with a light expression.

The people below were accustomed to the solitude of their masters, and they retreated lightly.

Lin Qixu was stunned for a long time, Fang slowly moved to the edge of the window, pushed open the window with a "bang", and called: "No. 13." ”

A dark shadow descended leisurely.

It seems that the thirteenth has been very comfortable recently.

Wandering in the suburbs with beautiful mountains and rivers, acting is not as restrained as the palace, the scenery is good, the mood is good, and even the food has improved.

No. 13 gathered up his loose and accustomed mood, and tried to say in a deep voice: "Master, what do you command?" ”

Lin Qixu didn't drag the mud and water, and said: "Xinghua Temple, why is it no longer the industry of the Wuxiang Hou Mansion?" And the reason for the evil of Lao Wu Xianghou and Fuguo Bus? ”

"Yes."

"Everything about the Wuxiang Hou Mansion, Xinghua Temple, Fuguo Mansion and Lin Yanxuan, but anything that does not conform to logic and common sense, will be reported to me. To make it easier for you to check it out, I can say unambiguously that I want to know everything about my mother before she entered the house. Lin Qixu didn't shy away from it, and his expression was cold.

Death is greater.

Her biological mother has been dead for so many years, and she is a poor daughter, who doesn't even know the ins and outs of how she came to the world. Lin Yanxuan treated her indifferently and unheard of it, how could she let go? She has fallen into the current situation, she is in a dilemma, who should she blame? Perhaps, the biological mother is the biggest breakthrough.

"Is it Jiang?" Thirteen asked, after a moment's consideration.

"Yes."

No. 13 is probably used to checking these private things, and took out a small notebook from his arms to write it down, Lin Qixu looked down and saw that this pen was very different, the words written were blue, small and exquisite, and there was a cap, not to mention how convenient it was to carry it in his pocket.

Before she could open her mouth to ask, No. 13 asked her sensibly, "Does the master know the name of your mother's former maid, what is her name?" ”

Her biological mother died at the beginning of her ten-year-old, no matter how excellent Lin Qixu's memory is, but her young cognitive ability is lacking, and some things will not be remembered in her heart even if she hears them.

Mother didn't say what she was called when she was a slave, and her father didn't call her mother's name, at most she shouted Jiang, and Zhao was even more of a slut...... Where did she know her mother's name when she was a maid?

"I don't know."

Number 13 was confused.

"Then master, can you tell me about when your mother worked in the Wuxiang Hou Mansion?"

Lin Qixu estimated based on his age: "Twenty-two years ago, it must have been in Kyoto." Otherwise, how did Lin Yanxuan meet his mother, Zhao also said that Lin Yanxuan went to Beijing to take the exam and came back, so he brought such a woman back.

"I turned 10 in July this year, which is almost 21 to 22 years. Earlier, or maybe it could be. ”

Number 13 also holds the pen in a strange way, but the speed of writing is very fast, the handwriting is extremely small, and the strokes are delicate.

She couldn't help asking, "This ......"

No. 13 showed his white teeth and said with a smile: "I'll send some to the master later, it's good to pass the time in my spare time." ”

"Does it matter if you're discovered?"

Everyone's eyes are not blind, and it is inevitable to hold such a thing and write.

"It doesn't matter, just say it's your aunt who gave it to you." No. 13 smiled heartily, confirmed with Lin Qixu several times, and retreated quietly.

In the evening, everything around is quiet, and the crisp early summer night is full of stars and bright colors.

From time to time there were some small animal calls in the field, Lin Qixu's body was particularly lazy after bathing, and she was covered with a soft silk bath towel on the chaise longue, and her wet hair was slowly shaking, while playing with the pen that came up from No. 13 'filial piety'.

Famous round beads.

Because there is an extremely small bead in the nib, it is named.

Yan Zhu is also accustomed to seeing strange and rare maids, and she is very knowledgeable, so she also asked at this time: "Master, the slave has never seen such a pen before?" ”

"Me too, how can the words be so small?" Peach Blossom speaks exaggeratedly, with a vivid and vivid voice, which adds some interest to the quiet night.

Yan Zhu squinted his eyes and took a closer look, and said, "The partial survival is still very clear. ”

"It was sent by my aunt, and I didn't have time to study it before, so I took it out when I was free." Lin Qixu said slowly, holding the pen and writing unfluently.

After all, I'm used to writing wolf, and no one can adapt to suddenly rewriting a hard pen.

"Master, on your birthday, the prince will definitely come, right?"

Lin Qi said dispensably: "I can't decide, everything depends on the prince's mind." ”

"It's only the beginning of June today, do you want to go home?" Lin Qixu tilted his head, glanced at the pear blossom with a look of anticipation, and said with a light smile, "Actually, it doesn't matter, the next time someone from the palace purchasing office comes, you can follow along, after all, there are too few people in Agarwood Pavilion." ”

As she expected, the pear blossom head shook like a rattle, and her face was aggrieved. (To be continued.) )