With the return of the head of the Hang family, the inside and outside of Hangzhou Mansion are busy again.

There were waves of people who came to visit and give gifts, but they were all lower-ranking officials and merchants, as well as some housekeepers of famous families, all of whom came for the face of the second concubine of the Night King and the county lord of Dexin.

There are almost no adults above the third grade, except for the Yang family.

The Yang family, the master of the civil officials of Great Xia, actually sent three generations of second sons to bring gifts. This move not only flattered the entire Hangzhou Mansion, but also surprised the two brothers, Zhu Zijun and Zhu Ziyu.

This time, Bai Lu did not come out to join in the fun, the needlework in his hands never stopped, and a thick sorrow shrouded Bai Lu's boudoir.

Alone in the west building without a word, the moon is like a hook.

Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu.

Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful.

I have a different taste in my heart.

In the dead of night, Bai Lu always climbed on the roof, and told her heart to the moon alone. If she could, how she wished that there was no task, and the senior sister could not go to the grassland.

But if the senior sister doesn't go to the grassland, what if the gold doesn't spend? Senior sister, it seems that she is really moved, although she is still as guarded as jade, but the look between her eyebrows can't deceive people.

Bai Lu also asked himself if he wanted to go to the grassland with him, even if it was just for a year and a half. However, my heart refuses, and I can't delay my senior sister to complete the task independently, and I can't ignore my own task.

Master pulls his head, although he is strict, but after all, he has raised himself and his sisters for fifteen years, learned the ability to shock the world, and reborn his parents, how can he not be filial!

Therefore, a short parting is inevitable.

Bai Lu's heart is contradictory and complicated.

And Yumi, who has always been free and uninhibited, seems to have sensed the warmth of sorrow and home.

Yumi restrained the elegance of the body, under the makeup of Mrs. Hang, she wore a double bun every day, and Bai Lu was pink and white, blue and yellow, and she was dressed smartly and cutely.

Whenever Bailu embroiders, Yumi will also hold some simple purse handkerchiefs to accompany him. poked a finger from time to time, so that Bai Lu had to stop what he was doing to give guidance.

The silent boudoir in the Mimi also came out with clever and provocative words from time to time, coupled with Mimi's moving expression, it also made the room laugh constantly.

Whenever the sunset renders the evening, the sound of heaven will float out in the Hangzhou Mansion, or passionate, or ethereal, or elegant, provoking countless bosom friends to wait outside the wall regardless of the weather or rain, and they can't go.

The most persistent is the little prince Yue, who actually received the title of a Praetorian Guard, and always stood outside the courtyard of Hangzhou, feeling quietly.

Seeing that the weather was getting colder and colder, Jin Buhua did not urge him to leave for the grassland, and took Temur to go to school in Guozijian every day, which also impressed Bai Lu.

Time is like passing water, rushing endlessly.

A month was spent quietly in a busy situation. This month, Bai Lu, accompanied by her family and senior sister, spent the fastest month of her life.

The dowry of the royal rice has also piled up in most of Hangzhou, and there are all kinds of high-quality commercial products from the south to the north, gold and silver jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, etc.

However, the most occupied place is the costumes made by Bai Lu and the various wedding items made by the six divisions.

Bai Lu made two sets of wedding dresses for Yumi, one set of Daxia costumes and one set of Jinguo costumes.

All the clothes in autumn and winter, Bai Lu according to the character of her sister, not only strive to be novel and beautiful in style, but also decorate with a variety of silk yarn to make it warm and elegant.

The Night King's Mansion

After Zhu Ziyu stayed overnight in Lanxiang Garden for a month, he chose which garden to spend the night in according to his own preferences and the rules of the palace.

For a while, there was a situation of a hundred flowers competing for spring in the backyard of the Night King's Mansion.

Therefore, no one looked forward to Bai Lu's return.

In the backyard of the Night King's Mansion, faintly headed by the princess and Concubine Lan, there were two opposing factions, due to the prestige of the saint in southern Xinjiang, the princess was weak, and could only hug Concubine Wu's thighs.

Bai Lu was bent on handling the dowry of the imperial rice, and threw Concubine Wu and the Night King's Mansion outside the Nantian Gate at all.

Fortunately, Mrs. Hang and Lan Xi sent some food and embroidery made by Bai Lu to Concubine Wu every once in a while.

These small gifts also made Concubine Wu happy, after all, the white dew products are all masterpieces of Great Xia.

Tun Temple

Xiao Fanzi looked at His Royal Highness the Night King who was reading a book above, his eyes were fluttering, his face was gloomy, and he was not angry in his heart.

Since this Concubine Lan entered the Night King's Mansion, everyone was terrified, and they all worked hard to serve their master.

However, I didn't expect that under this kind of high pressure, there was a situation of confrontation between the two armies in the backyard, which really hurts people's brains, Concubine Hang, why haven't you come back.

"Is there any news from Xiao Lianzi?"

Xiao Fanzi took a few breaths, and then replied, "Not yet." ”

"What are you doing to eat, it's been nearly two months, and there has been no movement at all, a bunch of waste."

The Son of Heaven was furious, and millions of corpses were ambushed.

The anger of his own prince, it is estimated that there are many unlucky people.

Who called his own prince has always gotten few things, so his own things and their cherishment, it is most appropriate to describe them as lame broom self-cherishing.

What's more, this Hang Concubine Niangniang is still a gem among the treasures.

Xiao Fanzi knelt on the ground and silently lit a piece of wax for Prince Jin.

"Lord Wang, the last time Master Hang came to visit you, you two just met in a hurry, because of Concubine Lan's mother, Master Hang didn't stay to dine with you, or would the slave maid hand you a message to go to Hangfu?"

Zhu Ziyu's eyes flashed with rejection, after all, the identity gap was too great.

Moreover, Zhu Ziyu was angry in her heart, and the woman didn't think of herself and the Night King's Mansion at all.

Even if it's just a friend, I have to say hello for the past two months!

No, nothing.

Even Xiao Lizi and Lan Xi deliberately mentioned it, but it didn't arouse the slightest attention and concern from her.

Xiao Fanzi looked up at the trend of his own prince's dark clouds, and hurriedly said: "Lord, Lan Xi said that Concubine Hang's mind is pure, and she has not yet opened her mind about this man and woman. If you don't take the initiative, estimate, estimate......"

What is the estimation, it must only be cool.

Xiao Xizi knelt behind Xiao Fanzi, shrunk his head, and made up his master's words.

Hearing this, Zhu Ziyu was thoughtful, and after taking a few deep breaths, he picked up the book and read it again.

"Lord Wang, according to the news, that Timur has two meals a day, and he eats and drinks in Hangzhou, Lord, if you don't go to Hangzhou Mansion to eat, you will cheapen others."

"Smack-"

The book in Zhu Ziyu's hand fell heavily on the desk.

The king's Yue family, why did a group of barbarians occupy it, and why did it cheapen the one who dug the corner, Zhu Ziyu was very angry.

"The flying pigeon passed the book to Xiao Lianzi, money and connections, and everything in the night palace. But if it doesn't achieve the effect that the king wants within half a month, he doesn't have to come back. ”

"Yes, yes." Xiao Fanzi hurriedly lowered his head, cold sweat broke out.

It's over, I've lit a powder keg, if Xiao Lianzi knows, will he become a ghost who comes to ask for his life in the middle of the night.

"Come on, prepare horses, and go to Hangzhou."

"Yes, slave and maid obey." Seeing that his master did not answer, Xiao Xizi hurriedly responded happily.

Xiao Xizi's small head thought that as long as Concubine Hang came back, there would be a new atmosphere in the Night King's Mansion.

Half an hour later, Hangfu, who had received a post from the Night King's Mansion, once again fell into ecstasy and flattery.