As soon as the turmoil in the Zhenguo Mansion passed, Kyoto seemed to be much quieter, and a few days ago, an invitation from the Liu Mansion was sent to Xia Qianwei.

On this day, in the spacious carriage, the dressed Xia Qing sat beside Xia Qianwei with an unnatural expression on her face, God knows how complicated her mood was at this time.

Since the death of her sister Xia Le, Xia Qing has not left the General's Mansion for a long time, and in the dead of night, she can always hear the desolate cry of Aunt Ruan who is under guard.

She often heard Xia Le's voice in her dreams, and that dead white face would always come to mind inadvertently, and after tossing for a while, Xia Qing found that her hair had fallen a lot, and her face was haggard, but she didn't dare to talk to anyone.

And after her lie about going to see Xia Le on the pretext of helping Xia Qianwei ask questions was exposed, she was always worried that her third sister would come to ask her about the crime......

Thinking of this, Xia Qing couldn't help but glance at Xia Qianwei cautiously again, feeling more and more like sitting on pins and needles.

"Eighth sister is not feeling well?" A soft voice came from the corner, Xia Xiang, who was sitting opposite, looked concerned, Xia Qing's body stiffened, and she couldn't help but secretly slander herself, obviously this ninth sister had just come back from the ghost gate, when would it be her turn to care about herself?

Maybe during this time, Xia Qianwei's prescription conditioning, coupled with the old lady using a variety of rare medicinal materials to help her make up for her body, Xia Xiang's spirit has been much better, today is the gift of Liu Qin'er, the daughter of Shang Shulie Cao Liu Shilang, under the instruction of the old lady, she came out with her.

At this time, Xia Qing's heart was full of mixed feelings, and her eyes fell on Xia Xiang's expensive silk satin begonia skirt, although it was plain and elegant, it made people feel that she was as pleasing to the eye as a clean and soft magnolia flower.

What makes Xia Qing unacceptable is that Aunt Du committed such a capital crime, why could her daughter regain her grandmother's care?

On one side is the charming third sister, and on the other side is the soft sister, but she seems to be more and more overshadowed by the carefully dressed up.

A sullen breath suddenly came to her heart, and Xia Qing replied with a little annoyance, "It's better for the ninth sister to care more about herself, although the third sister has forgiven you generously, don't get too carried away." ”

Xia Xiang's expression was slightly stunned, she lowered her head like a kitten who had made a mistake, her eyes seemed to be slightly red, and her appearance became more and more agile.

Xia Qianwei could clearly feel the sense of crisis that her eighth sister was trying to hide, her eyes turned to the innocent and harmless Xia Xiang, her eyes moved, and soon, the carriage slowly stopped.

Although Liu Shilang is ranked in the third grade, the pomp in front of him is also very lively.

Today's Xia Qianwei is wearing a daffodil embroidered jacket with warm yellow and light feathers, which is generous and bright and moving, and as soon as she appears, she immediately attracts countless eyes around her.

"The slave maid has seen Miss Xia San, but my young lady has been waiting for you for a long time. A servant girl came to meet her, gave Xia Qianwei a mysterious look, and led the person to the direction of the backyard.

Xia Qing, who had not participated in such a feast for a long time, looked a little cramped, but she soon found that there were many amazing eyes on Xia Xiang beside her, and an indescribable sense of boredom made her immediately take a step.

"Eighth sister, Xiang'er ...... with you"

Without waiting for Xia Xiang to finish speaking, Xia Qing actually stood and turned around, her eyes were cold.

"I'm also hard to protect myself, you don't have to please me like this, don't think that your grandmother asked the third sister to bring you to the banquet, you will have a chance to get ahead, as a sister, I still have to advise you, settle down!"

I don't know if Xia Qing said this to Xia Xiang or to herself.

Perhaps her unhappy face was out of step with the festive atmosphere at this time, and there seemed to be a discussion around her.

"It seems to be the eighth lady of Xia Mansion, how is she arguing at the door of people's houses. ”

"Little maid, I really don't know how to be polite......"

Xia Qing couldn't help frowning slightly, then glared at Xia Xiang who was crying reproachfully, and immediately lowered her head and walked quickly away from the place that annoyed her.

On the other side, Xia Qianwei was led to Liu Qin'er's boudoir.

At this moment, the girl with exquisite makeup was standing by the door with a worried face, and finally smiled when she saw the visitor.

"Miss Xia San, I—I thought you wouldn't come......"

Liu Qin'er dressed up very grandly, from the gold ornaments in her hair to the embroidered shoes under her feet, all of them were selected by thousands of choices, Xia Qianwei sighed in her heart, this shy girl who was the first to show favor to herself is like a blooming peony at the moment, and after today's gift, it is her real life.

"Congratulations to Miss Liu, a small congratulatory gift is not a tribute. ”

Xia Qianwei gave a look, and the picturesque behind her immediately presented the gift she had prepared, Liu Qin'er's eyes lit up immediately, and she shyly took it and opened it to take a look, but she didn't want her expression to change slightly.

"Qin'er, why don't you go out to entertain guests at this hour?"

An unhappy voice suddenly came from behind, and Xia Qianwei immediately noticed that a cold gaze fell on her.

Liu Qin'er immediately turned around in a panic, and before she could put away the things in her hand, a tall beauty with shaved shoulders and a thin waist was already standing beside her.

"Second, second sister ......"

Xia Qianwei immediately remembered that Liu Qin'er had mentioned that her second sister Liu Yuran was a talented girl with a cold temperament, although she was not a member of the Beijing Fengya Club, she was already famous in the capital.

The femininity in front of her is like a cold plum in winter, giving people a feeling that they can only be viewed from a distance, and Xia Qianwei also clearly feels Liu Yuran's undisguised disgust for herself.

The other party glanced at the calligraphy and painting in Liu Qin'er's hand, and then smiled coldly, "I don't know what Miss Xia San means? ”

Fake?

Xia Qianwei sent it, but it is the authentic handwriting of the late Mr. Zhan Lao, a calligrapher in Yunguo.

Following Liu Yuran's gaze, Xia Qianwei realized that there was an identical calligraphy and painting hanging in Liu Qin'er's house!

"That's, that's a ...... from my second sister."

Liu Qin'er explained in a whisper, and then looked at her second sister a little anxiously, "Mr. Zhan's works are innumerable, and ordinary people are difficult to distinguish, so I am ......"

"Mother said that you were not allowed to associate with those who were not in the same way, why didn't you listen?!"

Dubious......

Xia Qianwei's eyes flashed, and then a soft smile appeared, "With all due respect, the one that Miss Liu Er gave is a fake." ”

"What did you say?"

Liu Yuran's eyes immediately turned cold, and Liu Qin'er on the side secretly said that it was not good, it was bad, this calligraphy and painting ...... But the second brother-in-law gave it in the future, and she begged for a long time before the second sister could bear to cut her love.

If it's a fake, isn't it......