A ray of clear light sprinkled, in the courtyard of the third prince's mansion, the small bridge flowed, although the northern cold is located in the desert, the three princes are an elegant person, decorating their yard like the East Autumn Water Spirit, so that De Zhenxiang feels a little bit of Turin Mansion feeling.

A few pieces of osmanthus floated down, and there was a faint fragrance.

"Oh, husband, what are you going to do?"

Zha Xuanyan suddenly appeared in the small courtyard, and dragged Lin Suwan, who was struggling, to the boudoir.

"Let's go, this prince will lead you to read the scriptures, just arrived at a batch of good scriptures, but it is much better than what profound and obscure scriptures written by those old masters in your Dongqiu, these scriptures are my Beihan specialties, including quasi-authentic, just today you and I have leisure, read it together!"

Although Zha Xuanyan is a little careless, he has also practiced martial arts since he was a child, although he is not as brave as Zha Muhe and Zhenxiang, he is also a brave general, and it is still effortless to drag a knowledgeable Lin Suwan.

Lin Suwan didn't seem to be in interest today, and bluntly said that she was going to give a good gift to her father Khan, or to give away this stack of scriptures as a favor, which also showed that the husband and wife were loyal to Beihan.

The third prince refused to let him, and if he struggled like this again, he hugged his wife on his shoulders, and let the maids in the courtyard of the Defu Mansion look at his wife's gaffe and laugh wildly.

In this way, Lin Suwan was reluctant, and called Zhenxiang to the courtyard to save her life, and her words were sad, as if she had been kidnapped by bandits and horse bandits, which made people angry.

A faint icy aura suddenly came from under the osmanthus tree in the courtyard.

Zha Xuanyan was suddenly startled, and slowly looked sideways at the osmanthus tree under the courtyard of his own government.

A maid with a broom stood and stared at herself in front of the boudoir door.

This person's eyes are shining through the dark light, and he clenches his fists with one hand, so fierce.

"Husband...... Madam, the sky is about to fall, you carry it, I won't read the scriptures today, I will prepare the carriage later, and send this scripture to my father Khan, let's go together to congratulate him, so it is decided, this king will go to prepare the carriage first. ”

After that, the three princes disappeared without a trace.

Lin Suwan crossed her hands on her hips, staring at the back of the third prince who ran away, and drank: "Why don't you hug it, you come here to hug it, hum!" ”

The girl is proud, what she has learned in ten years will be used in the end.

"Oh, Sister Zhenxiang, what kind of rough work should you do, come, let's go to our boudoir and have fun together, but let's see what the scriptures that the little husband bought say together."

After that, Lin Suwan threw the broom in Li Zhenxiang's hand, dragged her into the boudoir, closed the door, and the courtyard was clean again.

In the small courtyard, the broom that threw the ground was picked up and then thrown into Xiao Lingyan's hand.

"Quick, clean up the whole courtyard, otherwise we won't give you food!"

The voice fell suddenly, and then a person looked at the closed door of the boudoir, and the silver and white teeth clenched loudly.

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In the boudoir, Zhenxiang suddenly covered the carefully framed scripture, her face full of shame, and she couldn't bear to read it anymore.

"Lin Suwan, Lin Suwan, what about your knowledge?"

Lin Suwan was also full of shame, and prevaricated at Zhenxiang, the words were all made by the crossbow words, and she didn't know where to get the scriptures.

The girl on the other side smiled, "You husband and wife, singing and harmonizing, may hide in the bed at night with a veil on the bed, so that you can study this epic scripture."

The two were silent, and at one point fell into embarrassment.

In the end, Zhenxiang did a good job as a personal maid, packed the scriptures, put them aside, and looked at Su Wan.

"Su Wan, why did you marry the third prince of Beihan, Cha Xuanyan?"

Lin Suwan was blushing, and Haosheng told Zhenxiang a bloody horse battlefield, a general kidnapped himself on a horse, and a captive was a wonderful story about his own heart being captured to this northern cold.

The more Zhenxiang listened, the more interesting it became, but she didn't expect that this Lin Suwan was full of poetry and books, smart and virtuous, but she couldn't resist being so domineering and in love with the three princes who fought with Cha Muhe in Snow City.

Such a lingering love made the girl on the side unconsciously flash in her mind, but Dongqiu's dead general didn't know what to do now, whether he was okay, after he became a repeat offender in the court, was the general implicated?

The sound of three palms slapping his forehead angrily came, and Li Zhenxiang patted herself again, and she didn't know what she was thinking about the dead general at the moment.

The right way is that although the lady is small, the spring is infinite, and the saint in the world is just a gentleman in the book.

After a burst of laughter, the cha crossbow outside the wing room screamed outside the room, saying that the carriage was ready, and the lady could leave now to send a congratulatory gift to his father Khan.

"Sister, Su Wan went out of the house for a while, my sister was so good to rest in the courtyard, let the rough work or something be done by the maids who checked the crossbows, and came by herself."

The third prince urged again, which made Delin Suwan very bored, and immediately put on the stack of scriptures that Zhenxiang had just sorted out on his back and went out.

"Heh, your Heavenly Khan also loves to read such scriptures, no wonder you have to look at your face like this yesterday, isn't it your own face that saved you?"

Zhenxiang secretly stroked her face again, so imaginative, but her mind flashed the cold face of the dead general, and she couldn't stop shaking her head.

Seeing Lin Suwan leaving the house, Zhenxiang was idle, thinking that she was really a maid, so she sat idle for fear of being said to come to the courtyard, wanting to pick up the broom again and clean the courtyard.

"Eh, why did you let this little Lingyan do such rough work?"

As soon as the girl arrived at the courtyard, she watched Tong Ling, the eldest girl in the house, standing under the tree and staring at Xiao Lingyan sweeping the leaves.

"What are you doing, a teenage big sister bullying a ten-year-old girl, do you have a sense of public morality."

Li Zhenxiang grabbed the broom in Xiao Lingyan's hand, stroked Lingyan, and motioned for Lingyan to go to the side of the stream to sit and rest.

"Presumptuous!" A servant shook his duster and walked towards Zhenxiang.

"Li Zhenxiang, you should know that you and that ten-year-old girl are now little maids in the palace, and this maid has to do work, we don't want the two of you to break the rules in this palace!"

The girl raised her head, this person was yin and yang, looking at her five-fingered long nails and being intoxicated, although she was a man, her face was bewitching, but it was a bit like Gonggong Liu next to Emperor Dongling.

"Shen is auspicious!"

Zhenxiang salutes, as a slave, this royal surface etiquette also needs to be done well, so as not to let people grab their pigtails and cause trouble.

"Well, I will salute, and our family is quite interested today, so you two will do some light work, go to the prince's chamber and wipe the vase, but you have to wipe it clean, prince, afraid of ashes."

Zhenxiang received the order, and it was not unreasonable for the manager to say a word just now, but he and Xiao Lingyan were the maids in this house, so they led the girl together and came to the wing room to wipe the prince's beloved vase.

Manager Shen immediately glanced at the big girl Tong Ling, twisted his body, and turned his back.

Tong Ling smiled evilly, her eyes were vicious, and she stared at Li Zhenxiang, who led Qiao Lingyan into the prince's room.