On the second day, Su Qinghui stood outside the Jingrong room early, and when he was in chaos, the pretty girl next to him bowed slightly, "It's time."

She walked into the room softly, Jing dissolved the brocade clothes of the past, just simply dressed in white clothes, and her long black hair was draped casually over her shoulders.

Su Qinghui was stunned when she saw him so close, and before she could take a closer look, there was a sudden gust of wind in her ears, and she turned around to see that Jing Rong was already clear-eyed and sat at the table.

She couldn't help but think about it, walked quickly behind her, took a deep breath, let go of her hand, and then moved, after tying her hair, she turned her hemp feet, leaned over to remove the cyan flowing cloud hairpin in the wooden plate, and picked up a white hosta and inserted it diagonally into the bun.

After waiting for a while, Jing Rong got up from the seat, glanced at her and whispered, "Come here", Su Qinghui silently took a few steps when he heard this, and before she could stand still, the top of her head shook, and when she looked up inexplicably, the tip of her nose only skipped a burst of condensation incense and a cold voice in her ear: "Keep up." ”

Inexplicably, since she was brought to the room yesterday, she has been like a marionette all day long, following him, watching him drink tea, write, draw, read... She even had to wait with bated breath to rest.

It wasn't until she left the garden in the evening that the maid who was close to her asked her gently, "Girl, have you written it down?" At that time, she was in good spirits, so she just nodded indiscriminately, and the maid saw her nodding and smiled and ordered: "The girl is really smart, and then His Highness's life will be worried."

By the time Su Qinghui reacted, she was left alone with a round of clear moon on her head. "Hey" Thinking of this, she couldn't help but sigh.

There was a sudden chuckle around her, and she looked over, and there was a purple-clothed boy standing in front of her, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and he was full of spirit, looking at her with a smile.

Su Qinghui looked at this kindness, and smiled back, who knew that the person looked at her and laughed for a while, but the smile was even more profound, and now Su Qinghui didn't dare to take it.

The young man smiled and turned to Jing Rong and said: "It seems that this little girl beside Your Highness has a lot of words for your good name" Su Qinghui secretly slandered, it was you who flattered, but you asked me to come.

"Your Highness" Su Qinghui knelt under the corridor, quite a grievance: ""Okay, get up" Jing Rong said, raised his hand and handed the young man a bamboo raft, and called "Tingyuan"

With a gentle breeze, Jing Rong's raised sleeves swept over the tip of Su Qinghui's nose, and sneezed.

The young man who called Tingyuan took the bamboo raft with a slight pause, and said with a sneer, "Your Highness, everything is all done, Tingyuan said goodbye," and walked away without leaving the ground.

Seeing this, Chang An behind him silently took a step back, and only Su Qinghui, who was embarrassed to touch the tip of his nose, and Jing Rong, who was stiff, were left under the corridor.

It was really a wave of unevenness, Su Qinghui looked at him motionlessly, thinking that he was angry, and immediately felt that he should say something to dissolve the current tense atmosphere. So she slowly raised her sleeves and said tentatively, "Or you will call back." ”

She felt that this might be one of the important reasons why she was now kneeling in the courtyard and being punished. As the sun scorched, her raised arm grew more and more sore.

Chang An passed by with a box of brocade food, Su Qinghui smelled the aroma, and raised his voice and asked, "Chang Guard, what delicious food has been made in this dining room." Chang An heard her question, looked at her strangely and didn't reply, and walked into the Jing melting room.

Jing Rong, who was reading a book in the chair window in the room, only heard Su Qinghui shaking his head outside the door and reading: The world is hot and cold, the world is hot and cold. Eyebrows and eyes relaxed.

On the second day, Jing Rong put down the paperwork, rubbed his forehead attentively, and when he looked back, he saw the letter of confession that Su Qinghui respectfully handed over on the table, and he hesitated to pick it up and open it.

The sincerity of the words on the paper even made him feel that he was the culprit.

"Presented to His Royal Highness, first, slaves and maids should not sigh when others praise His Highness, so that others mistakenly think that His Highness is strict and critical. Second, the slave and maid should not spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, mistakenly thinking that His Royal Highness will be moved by an unintentional act of the slave and maid, and vainly speculate on His Highness. 》

Jing Rong looked at the puddle of ink on the paper, and even imagined that Su Qinghui was scratching his ears and cheeks under the candlelight, and he didn't need to turn the page, he knew that he hadn't written anything serious.

Sure enough, he spread out another page and wrote; Even if you didn't eat a drop of water yesterday, you shouldn't covet Your Highness's meal when you are punished....

He rubbed his brows and couldn't bear to look at it, closed the two pages of tissue paper, got up and looked at Su Qinghui, who was sitting under the eaves and talking and laughing with Chang An in the courtyard, and couldn't help but think of the face she was smiling at Chang An and Ting Yuan yesterday. Oh, he laughed heartlessly at others, and flew wantonly, but when he came to him, the life-saving benefactor, he was full of resentment.

After Su Qinghui and Chang An chatted freely, they got up and found that Jing Rong had long been gone, but she was also happy, and she found an excuse to sneak out of Yangshu Garden.

After coming for many days, she had never taken a closer look at this Huai Wangfu, and she was following this empty space and the breeze was warm, so she walked along the road to this lotus pond.

Su Qinghui was fiddling with the lotus flower in his hand, and suddenly heard a whispered conversation behind him: "It can't be less, you can get something at this hour tomorrow." The owner who said the voice walked out from behind the rockery, and just collided with Su Qinghui.

The girl exclaimed, a piece of silk cloth floated out of her cuffs, Su Qinghui leaned over to pick it up, paused for a few seconds and shook the dust lightly before handing it back to her.

The girl's expression froze, she turned around and waved at the round-faced maid beside her, and when the figure disappeared by the lotus pond, Su Qinghui lowered her eyebrows and raised the corners of her mouth and whispered: "Buying and selling transactions in the Huaiwang Mansion" Before she finished speaking, the girl raised her eyebrows and said angrily: "What do you know?"

"I know" Su Qinghui stopped his voice and picked up the silk cloth in the girl's hand, "How much is it worth, it's enough" The girl looked at Su Qinghui who was chuckling in front of her, and asked calmly: "What do you want?" Su Qinghui looked at the lightly clenched fist in her sleeve, did not answer, took out the silver tael from her sleeve and put it in the girl's hand, the girl was slightly stunned....

The footsteps behind him faded away, Su Qinghui's figure was crooked, leaning on the stone of Leng Jinjin, and the hand that picked up the silk cloth trembled uncontrollably, and the embroidery on the handkerchief ........

On Xiuming Mountain, Chang Yuan looked at Jing Rong, who had not said a word since he came out of the palace, and opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know where to start.

The thin figure can stop at the edge of the end, and Chang Yuan sighs in his heart, how bright and barren this mountain is.

That night, Su Qinghui stood outside the Yangshu Garden, holding the silk cloth tightly in his hand, looking at the candle flame in the room, and his thoughts were surging.

After a long time, the room fell into darkness, and she finally let go, turned and walked out of the purple-red door step by step.....

In the house, Jing Rong sat in front of the collapse, holding a pen and writing a book, but the paper under his hand was already a piece of ink, but he did not move at all, and the majestic voice sounded in his ears, "Huai'er, how is Lord Shen recently." How, heh, he chuckled, put down the pen behind him, put his hand on his eyebrow bone, covered those clear eyes, and the corners of his mouth were gentle and indifferent.

At noon on the second day, when Su Qinghui walked into the courtyard, he saw a maid holding tea, walked up to her in a few steps and said with a smile: "Just give it to me" "Yes" Su Qinghui took the tea tray and pushed the door open, walked to the table softly and knelt down, and glanced at the incense.

Jing Rong heard the movement, raised his eyes, and saw Su Qinghui lifting the teapot with a slightly tilted hand, and "Chang'an" Su Qinghui's hand pouring tea.

Chang An, who heard the order, pushed the door in, "Your Highness", "Have you put those books back in the book pavilion yesterday?" When Chang An heard this, he glanced at Su Qinghui, whose back was stiff, and replied respectfully: "Not yet", "Give it to her", "Yes"

Su Qinghui's heart was relieved when she heard this, put down the objects in her hand, and followed Chang An out of the door, the moment the door closed softly, Jing Rong looked at the wisp of tea smoke in front of her, frowned, she was ruthless. If he doesn't want to make a sound, the boiling water will fall on that hand.

Su Qinghui put down the book, didn't have time to rest, so she made a few detours from the path, and when she saw the girl yesterday, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Here you go" The girl was about to leave with it in her hand, "Wait" "I'll wait too, the things are also given to you, what else do you want" The girl turned around and her eyebrows were impatient.

"It's nothing" Su Qinghui smiled effortlessly, I just want to know who embroiders this pattern. "No comment," "Yes" Su Qinghui stepped forward, stared into her eyes and said, "Then, go to the manager, will you be able to find out." ”

"Ha, you threaten me" You know, Su Qinghui smiled, leaned close to her ear and said: "If I threaten you, I won't waste yesterday's great opportunity, and when we are in the same boat today, I will kill myself." Saying that, Su Qinghui took out the silver tael, put it in her hand, and said with a little bewilderment: "What you tried so hard and risked to get is now in your hands, and we just take what we need." The girl's eyes grew misty, and she spoke softly...

Under the bronze tree, the wind blows, and there is a mesmerizing aroma.

When Chang An was guarding the gate of the courtyard, he saw Su Qinghui walking under the eaves of the corridor from a distance, "Why did it take so long to deliver a book?" Su Qinghui listened to his complaining voice, and secretly sneered in his heart, standing and talking without backache.

"Oh, I'm lost." "You can get lost in this end-of-the-road place, then you're pretty good." After Chang An finished speaking, he saw Su Qinghui's originally breezy expression and suddenly smiled: "This master of Huaiwang's Mansion can stay." Saying that, she stood on tiptoe, reached out and patted Chang An's shoulder and said sincerely, "You are not bad." ”

Inside the house, Chang Yuan looked at the figure standing motionless by the window, and said in a low voice: "Your Highness", Jing Rong seemed to come back to his senses when he heard the words, frowned slightly, turned around and walked back to the table, picked up the silver needle next to the table, and gently flicked the powder that Chang Yuan put on the table.

"How are the arrangements outside the city?" "Back to Your Highness, everything is arranged." Hearing this, he put down the silver needle in his hand, rolled up the bag of powder and handed it to Chang Yuan, and then picked up the handkerchief on the table and wiped his hands, "Give it to Mr. Fuzhen and ask him to identify" Chang Yuan was stunned when he heard it: "Your Highness knows that there must be a relationship between this person and her" "Then please enter the urn"