After walking for a while, Bai Qingting let go of Xiao San's arm and said, "Where is the study?" Where is Keiwon? ”

Xiao San said sullenly: "On the left side of the main hall of Qingyuan, turn three corridors and you will arrive. ”

She sensed that Xiao San's voice was wrong, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao San lowered his head, grabbed the arm that was dragged by her just now and said nothing, and when he raised his head and his eyes flashed, he seemed to have something to say but didn't dare to say it.

She half-guessed and half-explained: "You must know that the one I see the most in the palace is the little father-in-law, and you are not the first to drag your arms like this, and of course it will definitely not be the last." ”

Xiao San looked at her in surprise, "Bai Daizhao treats the little one as a little father-in-law?" ”

Bai Qingting squinted at him and said with a smile: "Hmm, otherwise what do you think?" ”

She hasn't hugged him yet, even if she drags down her arm, she can be scared like this, the feudal education of the ancients is really magical.

The junior opened his mouth, closed it again, then opened his mouth again, and closed it again.

Back and forth a few times, Bai Qingting was annoyed by it, and directly slapped him on the head with one hand: "Let's go, what are you rubbing!" ”

Xiao San held his head and led the way in front of him aggrievedly, and he must not let Xiao Yi and Xiao Er know that Bai Daizhao regarded him as a little father-in-law, otherwise those two would definitely be able to laugh to death silently in their hearts!

Crossing the main hall and turning around the three corridors, you will see a three-story attic with "Qinliangju" written on the flat sign.

"This is your son-in-law's study? How does it feel like the girl's embroidery building? Bai Qingting felt a little strange, as if he was a little happy and a little timid.

Xiao San glanced at her very magically, and hurriedly said: "Bai Daizhao's feeling is really accurate!" This Qinliang Residence was originally built by the prince for ......"

"To whom?" Bai Qingting asked after her, but unfortunately Xiao San shook her head in a daze and didn't say anything, she couldn't but put away her curiosity.

Before he entered the report, she stopped him and asked, "Just now you said that your son-in-law is in the worst mood at the end of September and the beginning of October or the end of December and the beginning of January in a year, why is this?" ”

This sentence feels like every woman has a few days a month when she is uncomfortable and unstable.

Xiao San Zhengse said: "Bai Daizhao, these things can't be said to be small." If the son is willing to say it, Bai Daizhao will know. ”

With that, he went in and closed the door again, closing her out.

It seems that the study is not only a man's world, but also a forbidden place.

This is the case in the royal upper room, and so is the study room of Jun Ziheng.

She remembered that last time in the Ming Gonghou Mansion, those slaves were also far away from Ye Houye's study.

After a while, Xiao San came out and said that Jun Ziheng invited her in.

As soon as Bai Qingting stepped into the threshold, Xiao San closed the door from the outside.

She didn't care, and looked at Jun Ziheng's study.

There is a bookshelf on the right hand side of the desk, and there are four treasures of the study room on the desk, and the bookshelf is full of books.

On the left-hand side, there are tables, chairs, and couches with various furnishings, and on the table are a set of exquisite tea sets and two plates of fruits, which are apples and grapes, and the color is moist, and it looks very delicious and delicious.

A little further past is the staircase, which leads to the second floor of the attic.

She walked around the four sides of the screen in front of her, behind which were a few tall tables and two circle chairs.

Jun Ziheng was taking the book in front of the bookshelf, turned his back to her and said, "I heard that you have relieved Xiao San?" ”

Bai Qingting smiled and approached the case a few times: "Xiao Sanzui is really fast, but after coming in for a while, he will explain it clearly, so has he told you the question I asked?" ”

"What's the problem?" Jun Ziheng turned around and held the book in his hand.

Bai Qingting took a look, and it was rare that it was not a medical book, but a Buddhist scripture.

She remembered that she had copied a large stack of Jizo Sutras, but it was not enough.

She plans to copy it all by the end of December to pay tribute to the souls of the Ming family, and she needs a lot of Jizo scriptures.

"I heard the junior say to that cousin, you are in the worst mood on the days of the end of September and the beginning of October or the end of December and the beginning of January in a year, why is this?"

Jun Ziheng sat in the chair behind the desk, paused with his fingers turning over the Buddhist scriptures, and said, "It's nothing, the little three are making a fuss." ”

Don't want to say.

Okay, then she won't ask.

After all, his private life has little to do with her.

She looked around and suddenly saw a very nice painting.

In fact, she doesn't know how to draw, and the reason why she thinks it's good is because of the little girl in the painting, she somehow feels a little familiar.

It is a landscape figure painting, there is a stream under the sea of mountains and trees in the distance, the stream is crystal clear, very shallow and clear, you can almost clearly see the pebbles of different shapes and sizes under the stream, a little girl sits idly on a big stone by the stream and smiles, her eyes as bright as stars are particularly dazzling, she swings happily, one swings with her bare feet, and the other is half immersed in the water.

This painting made Bai Qingting unconsciously come closer, and she looked at it carefully.

Jun Ziheng didn't know when he walked out of the back of the case, standing behind her and looking at the painting together.

"This cinnabar ......" Bai Qingting pointed to the dazzling cinnabar hemorrhoids on the little girl's half-submerged feet, she turned around and asked Jun Ziheng: "Is it a birthmark?" ”

Jun Ziheng didn't seem to hear her words, his narrow and good-looking eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of gray at the moment, and as the fingertips she pointed at fell on the blood-red cinnabar hemorrhoids, his lips were tightly pursed, a little white, and the beautiful woman's face was cloudy like a rainstorm.

“…… Who is she......"

That summer, he and his father and mother, Qingqing and the uncles and aunts of the Ming family, six people took a large group of slaves to the outskirts of the capital.

If it weren't for Qingqing saying that he was going to the stream to wash his face, and he didn't feel at ease, he found an excuse to leave the eyes of the adults and quietly followed behind, he would never have seen the other side of her, let alone draw the deep picture in his mind as soon as he came back.

Combine...... became his eternal miss for her.

That time, she took off her shoes and socks and soaked her feet in the water, sat on the boulder and smiled and played with her close-fitting maid, so happy and so vivid.

"Childe! Son! Miss Ming, their carriage has already left the city gate, and you can't catch up! Childe, don't run too fast...... Don't fall, son......"

Nine years ago, when he got the news that the Ming family had moved back to Haining Mansion, he frantically pushed everyone away and ran out of Jun's Mansion frantically, Xiao San's shouts became weaker and farther behind him.

But after all, it was too late.

When he ran to the city gate, he only saw everyone on the spacious and bright official road, but he didn't see the Ming family, and he didn't see the little girl he wanted to see the most.

Bai Qingting didn't ask any more, there seemed to be something in his mind that was about to move, something like he was desperately trying to figure it out, but he couldn't get out no matter how hard he tried.

Her head hurt a little, and she closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, she looked at Jun Ziheng who was standing in front of the painting in a trance.

His brow was deeply sunk in memory, and his obsidian-like eyes were filled with mist.