He couldn't wait to open and flip through the chess game sealed in a cardboard bag just now in the carriage, and after only a cursory glance, he felt that this must be the handwriting of Heng Yuanjun.

At this moment, he was already sitting at the table, and he didn't bother to change out of his rain-soaked shoes and socks, and flipped through the pages one by one.

……

After a while, Bai Ling sat at the table in his residence, looking at the slightly restless maid in front of him.

Ming Ming said in the evening that there would probably be no chance to meet again in the future, and the two met again less than an hour before they thought about separation.

"I haven't forgotten." Inside the house, Bai Ling's expression was calm, and she said softly, "It's just that I didn't promise Lan Zhijun when I would give it to him before, why did he have to be in such a hurry today?" ”

The maid snorted, "This is what Lan Zhijun ordered, and it's not your turn to ask why." ”

"Why can't it be your turn?" Bai Ling looked up at the person in front of him, "We made a bet before, and we have our own opinions on winning and losing. I won, and I said I didn't have to give anything, but he was really curious, so he promised to do it when he was free...... This is my kindness first, Lan Zhijun herself also receives this love, and will not force me. ”

The maid's eyes narrowed slightly, and her voice was low, quite restrained and annoyed, "...... What the hell is it? ”

Bai Ling put his hand on the maid's shoulder, slowly pushing her back.

"Lan Zhijun asked you to urge, but didn't tell you what he wanted?" Bai Ling said softly.

The maid frowned, "Lan Jun...... He has his own thoughts, that's not what I'm supposed to beak! ”

Bai Ling gently wiped his face, wiping away the spittle that the maid had splashed on his face.

"Then it seems that your Lan Jun probably doesn't want you to know, so I'll ...... Let's not talk about it. Bai Ling smiled, "You can go back and tell him, I'll think about it tonight, and I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

The maid was stunned, "I've never seen a newcomer to the Lan brand dare to be so arrogant as you-"

Bai Ling staggered her gaze, and she got up and moved to the door near her room.

"Stop!" The maid chased after her in a few steps and grabbed Bai Ling's arm.

"Let's let go, sister, I'll dislocate you in a while......" Bai Ling withdrew his hand, "Not to mention that I will appear at the end of the month, let's just say that if I can't hold the pen in the past two days, what Lan Jun wants...... It's going to have to be delayed a little longer. ”

The word "Lan Jun", Bai Ling bit a little heavier than the other words, and the maid faintly felt that Bai Ling's words were a little ridiculous, and seemed to contain a little threat.

So she readjusted her breathing, looked at Bai Ling in front of her again, and her voice returned to its original coldness.

"Don't be hippie with me, do you know who I am?"

Bai Ling sighed, "I asked, but my sister won't tell me." ”

The maid's brows furrowed even tighter, "I'm Feng Qi who serves in the Golden Pavilion. ”

A moment of silence.

Sure enough, Bai Ling had never heard of this name at all, and she didn't understand what it meant behind it, she just nodded to herself and repeated it, as if to memorize the name well.

"Well, I made a note of it." Bai Ling looked at her again, "Is there anything else Fengqi is going on?" ”

Feng Qi looked at the girl in front of her who didn't know what to do, and although she was angry, she still maintained a frosty expression on her face.

"Your friend who lives in the flower lane, Lan Jun handed it over to me to take care of." Feng Qi's long eyebrows raised slightly, "You'd better weigh it too—"

"Since my sister is serving in the Golden Pavilion, I think it should be the person next to Lan Zhijun, and she knows the most about proportion." Bai Ling lowered his eyes and smiled, "In the future, I may see Lan Zhijun often, and I will probably see you often." I don't have to take care of each other, and I'll weigh it up. ”

Feng Qi sneered, the sentence "Are you worthy" was not said after all, she just smiled and paced in front of Bai Ling.

Under the water-red gauze skirt, Fengqi's legs were slender, Bai Ling faintly saw the outline and the slightly exposed spring color, and somehow remembered Lin Jieyu again.

After a long time, Feng Qi laughed lowly, "I remember you, Bai Ling." ”

Bai Ling smiled and bowed slightly to her.

"It's not early, I'm going to rest today, Fengqi should come back early."

Then, Bai Ling closed the door to his bedroom from the inside.

After closing the door, she didn't go inside, but waited in the dim and unlit room for a while, listening intently to the movement outside—Feng Qi obviously didn't leave either, she stood outside Bai Ling's door and stared at the door for a long time before lifting her skirt and leaving.

After the footsteps faded away, Bai Ling opened the door again.

Looking at the hall door swaying with the night breeze, Bai Ling hugged his arms, really a little puzzled.

She had a hunch: the glamorous beauty who was waiting in Lan Zhijun's Golden Pavilion probably regarded herself as some kind of potential threat.

But what can she threaten—are you still afraid that she will climb onto Lan Zhijun's bed?

It's insane.

……

Early the next morning, Song Qing packed up her daily change of clothes, and the two of them ate her last breakfast before going to the pear orchard, and then Bai Lingmu sent her downstairs with brisk steps under the escort of the turtle paws.

Nowadays, Bai Ling's daily routine is very regular.

If this is not Baihuaya, then Bai Ling will probably be very satisfied with his current life.

After Ai Songqing left, she began to live almost alone again after a long absence.

During the day, every hour of her is fully arranged, and Lanzi has its own specially hired six art masters, and the "six arts" here are very different from the family studies of these nobles such as Lile Shooting, which is Lanzihao's own set of process standards - calligraphy, painting, singing, dancing, gin, wine, tea, and so on.

And the mother-in-law who taught boudoir surgery was duly arranged to come after nightfall.

She didn't say her name, she just said that the people here called her "Chun Po".

Chun Po was born with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and would have dinner with Bai Ling first, and the two talked and laughed during the banquet, like a friend who forgot the year.

However, as Chun Po said, this is also the experience she has summed up over the years - you still have to win the trust of the girls first, and then the girls are embarrassed to ask if there is anything they don't understand in the process. Otherwise, it was Chun Po who was talking all the time, and the girl blushed with shame, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

"You're good!" Chun Po smiled and said, "A lot of girls, as soon as I took out the spring palace map, I didn't say what it was, they were so ashamed that their eyes were embarrassed to look at it, it's really easy to teach you." ”

"Every girl, does Chun Po have to teach it like this?" Bai Ling was a little surprised, "How can you teach it?" ”

"Naturally, you don't have to do it with every single one." Chun Po smiled, "Only the girl who has come to this stage can be trained by my hands." ”

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