"Master, it's not too early, it's time to let Miss Qing'er go back." The white-haired old man stood respectfully on one side, hesitated, but couldn't help but speak.

"The carriage is ready." The man's deep voice smeared the entire plum garden.

"Hmm."

The eyelashes of the person in his arms trembled slightly, the red lips were slightly pursed, and the green fingers were inserted into the inky hair, and the green silk was raised, but it could not smooth the throbbing in his heart. I am most afraid that it is really a dream of Nan Ke to leave desolation. The three-dimensional facial features are immersed in light and shadow, the resolute chin matches the tightly pursed lips, and the lines of the body are all showing struggle and reluctance.

When Qing'er woke up, the sun was on the sun, rubbing her worried eyes, and it was foggy, and the magpie probed in, "Miss, it's time to get up." "In the past, the young lady never slept greedily, but now she eats breakfast and lunch together.

"Magpie, how did we get back last night?"

"It was a kind uncle who carried us for a while, miss, you fainted in the ruins of the War King's Mansion last night, if it wasn't for the kind uncle, I don't know what to do? It's said it's a haunted house, why do you still want to go in. The magpie pouted and chattered, knowing that she was kind, Qing'er got up with a smile, her neck was a little heavy, she reached in, and a whitening and flawless jade suddenly appeared, the mutton fat white jade felt warm, clean and clear, the jade card was engraved with a clear word, I had a strange dream last night, the man who was gentle as jade in the dream hugged himself, and the deep attachment and sadness that penetrated into the heart were like a dream.

The magpie set up the toiletries and arranged the clothes, "Miss, the slave maid is waiting for you to change your clothes." Qing'er hurriedly put the jade plate away and asked casually, "Have we been to the haunted house you said before?" "Although there is the memory of the original owner, the War King's Mansion is still blank, as if it was deliberately sealed, and when I tried to think about it, the green tendons on my forehead gradually burst out, accompanied by the pain of drilling my heart.

"Miss, the haunted house is the mansion of the Seventh Prince, Miss and the Seventh Prince can be described as childhood sweethearts, the two have no guesses, if it weren't for the fact that Concubine Rong had some objections to Miss's birth, the slaves and maids thought that Miss would become the Seventh Princess."

"That is, Concubine Rong Guifei, who arranged the marriage between me and Prince Li, is the biological mother of the Seventh Prince, my aunt."

"Well, it's a pity, Concubine Rong was sad because of the untimely death of the Seventh Prince, and she was accompanied by medicine all day long. Otherwise, Prince Li and the old man would definitely not dare to do such an outrageous thing easily, and the young lady might be able to live better, after all, the body of the prince of Jin ......" The joy choked up and did not finish, so as not to arouse the sourness of the young lady.

The morning wisps shine through the edge of the bed that has been washed clean by the melting of ice and snow, and fall into the bright dark pupils, covered with a faint luster, the delicate snow-white little face is smooth and delicate, and the fine fluff is clearly illuminated by the sun.

The magpie came in with a curtain, "Miss, this is the dress you asked the slave to find." The young lady was looking for the clothes of the little maid, and the magpie was puzzled, but she didn't dare to question it, after all, the master and servant were different.

"Magpie, can you find medicinal herbs in those mountains around here?"

"Out of the city three miles, there is a Fenglin Mountain, where the Fenglin Temple is very effective, the presiding master never easily tells fortunes with people, many dignitaries and nobles have gone to ask, the lord has also been there once."

"Oh?"

"Miss, the master hid it from everyone, only saying that the master was in retreat, and I also heard Mrs. Liu, who was next to the eldest lady, drink too much and said that she leaked her mouth, so I realized that the master was saved face."

Talking to the magpie, Qing'er changed her clothes slipperily, put her hair in a coil and put on her hat, and the magpie was dumbfounded, "Miss, you are a married woman, if someone finds out and makes some trouble, King Jin will not be waiting to see him, how can he be good in the future?" Or is it better to stay in the palace in peace? ”

Knowing that the current young lady would not pay attention to her suggestion at all, she still did not give up and said it. Qing'er smiled skillfully, "Don't worry, I'll be careful, you just stay in the house, no one will come to our small courtyard, even if you breathe, it will be difficult to be discovered." ”

When the magpie reacted and chased out, Qing'er had already climbed over the wall and disappeared, the magpie entered the house angrily, Miss has changed since she married into the palace, her head is bright, she is smart, and her courage is ridiculously big, her little heart is beating, and Miss will not do more outrageous things in the future.

Fenglin Temple is worthy of being a royal temple, facing the lake and water pavilion, the breeze is warm and warm, the red, blue and green boards, the winding corridor is roundabout, and it is a good luxury beauty. In particular, the plum blossoms planted against the fence are extremely rare and precious varieties, and a pair of jasper mandarin ducks and red-topped white cranes in the lake are even more rare, not to mention the rockery stone carvings, pavilions and decorations of various treasures. In the cold winter, it is like a spring breeze here.

Qing'er's back basket contains a lot of medicinal materials, and after working hard for most of the day, she finally has some gains, most of which are still of the highest grade, and she should be able to have a good price when she sells them on the market. The sun is at its top, noon has arrived, hungry, strange to say, there is not even a small vendor set up a stall nearby, it is difficult to find food, and only to go to the temple to eat.

The temple is not as crowded as it used to be, as if it has been deliberately combed. Qing'er walked into the pavilion step by step, her two calves were filled with lead, and she couldn't drag it heavily, slapping her legs, this body was really weak. Such a mountain, in the past, I would not be tired of climbing two seats, it seems that I have to exercise well after going back, and the weak little jasper makes her very worried.

Mu Ran looked up, there was actually a chess game on the stone table of the pavilion, and if you looked closely, this chess piece alone was very elegant, and the color was not quiet, just right. The textures are subtle or visible, vivid and changeable. The wood is sturdy, fragrant, and typical of Nanhua pear. In the past, grandpa always liked to fiddle with these chess pieces, and all kinds of esoteric and difficult chess games, Qing'er had seen a lot. Driven by curiosity, she walked over regardless of it, no one around, fiddling twice, and then returning to her original position would not hurt. With a thought in her mind, Qing'er pondered carefully.

The chess game on the table seems simple, but it is wonderful, full of dangers, interlocking, one wrong step, and it will be a catastrophe.

Fortunately, Qing'er remembered a lot of chess games for incurable diseases, and after thinking about it, she raised her hand and took a step out of chess, knowing that there were tigers in the mountains, and she preferred to go to the tiger mountain. The whole chess game changed day by day due to Qing'er's fall, and the victory or defeat of the opposing sides was decided. Qing'er playfully played with a wisp of cordyceps in her hand, and smiled a little flamboyantly.

"Amitabha, good, good, the donor's move is very good, the old man has started." The cold voice broke the original silence.

I was a little fascinated by what I saw just now, and I relaxed my vigilance, and suddenly turned my head, Qing'er's face was full of embarrassment, "I'm sorry, the little one is overstepping, but I just look at some itchy hands, and I hope the master will forgive me." "The master is more than half a hundred years old, his eyes are bright, not like the old man's posture, his steps are light, his robe is difficult to hide his inner strategy, and his thoughts are deep.