In the early morning of the next day, Jiang Baoqing picked the most eye-catching from the sets of clothes sent by the palace, thought about it, and did not comb the bun again, but combed the girl's hair in a bun that was not eye-catching. Looking at herself in the mirror, the girl in the mirror is radiant, her eyes are clear, and she looks as delicate as a dew-stained flower bone in the morning.

Decent and generous.

Jiang Baoqing was very satisfied, went to the main courtyard, and happened to meet Bai Qi pushing Gong Ji's wheelchair out.

Gong Ji's hand, which had been casually placed on his lap, stiffened slightly.

Jiang Baoqing blinked, made a maid's blessing to the palace, and lowered his voice: "Say hello to this master." ”

Then he straightened up, turned around in front of Gong Ji, and asked with a smile: "How is it, do you look like it?" ”

Gong Ji didn't speak.

Jiang Baoqing was a little strange, and looked towards Gong Ji, but saw that Gong Ji was staring at him without blinking.

That kind of deep look made Jiang Baoqing couldn't help but tremble in the depths of his soul.

Jiang Baoqing was stunned, and Gong Ji had already withdrawn his eyes.

As if the deep gaze before was all in the mirror, Gong Ji lowered his eyes and commented on Jiang Baoqing's dress: "It's too plain." The character I want to play, but a rich man, the accompanying maid is so plain? It's too much for my uncle...... Why don't you wear all those jewelry in the dresser drawer? ”

Jiang Baoqing never expected that Gong Ji would be able to pick out this stubble.

The jewelry in the dresser all looked very valuable, Jiang Baoqing thought about it at the time, and felt that she was a little "maid", and it was a bit ostentatious to wear these.

But since Gong Ji said so, Jiang Baoqing nodded: "Then I'll go back and choose some." ”

Jiang Baoqing came back soon, she chose a small silver hairpin, and the hairpin head was beaten into a smart butterfly shape, inserted in the bun, looking smart and exquisite.

Gong Ji's eyes fell on Jiang Baoqing's white and small earlobes, and his eyes froze.

Jiang Baoqing's body has always been stupid in the past, so naturally no one will pierce her ears. Nowadays, earrings and other things are naturally impossible to wear.

"It's still too plain." Gong Ji looked away.

Jiang Baoqing argued: "If I wear something else, my shirt and skirt will not be able to be suppressed." This hairpin is right with me, it's enough. It's not good to be too attention-grabbing. ”

Gong Ji said coolly: "Then change into a dress that can be suppressed." ”

"Young Master Gong!" Jiang Baoqing couldn't bear it, the woman's change of clothes was not as simple as opening and closing her mouth and saying that she would change it, her hair bun and everything had to be combed again, and it was troublesome, "Aren't we in a hurry?" Is it okay to come back quickly? ”

Bai Qi applauded Jiang Baoqing in his heart.

Warriors, true warriors.

Sure enough, Gong Ji's expression quickly became gloomy, he glanced at Jiang Baoqing gloomily, Jiang Baoqing subconsciously took a step back, unconsciously raised his hand to touch his waist first, and then stiffened slightly, remembering something, and then lowered his hand.

The wide sleeved robe covered most of Jiang Baoqing's movements, but Gong Ji still guessed Jiang Baoqing's reaction at this time from the subtleties.

Gong Ji's heart was cold.

She was on guard against him.

Gong Ji quickly calmed down, no longer glanced at Jiang Baoqing, and coldly ordered Bai Qian: "Go." ”

Bai Qian didn't dare to say anything at this time, and pushed the wheelchair away.

Jiang Baoqing pursed his lips and followed him out of the courtyard.

Got into the carriage in silence, and Gong Ji was already sitting on the soft collapse.

Jiang Baoqing noticed that today's carriage, not only the interior, but also the appearance is extremely magnificent, and it is not the carriage they rode in when they came.

The atmosphere between the two was silent and strange.

Gong Ji glanced at Jiang Baoqing, as long as he remembered Jiang Baoqing's subconscious precautions, it was like someone was stabbing him with an awl.

It was not as painful as Jiang Baoqing when he treated his leg in the past, but he felt that it was far more uncomfortable than the pain.

Gong Ji simply closed his eyes and stopped looking at Jiang Baoqing.

Jiang Baoqing is not a noisy person, the palace plan ignores her, she is happy to be idle, but it is not good to lift the curtain to look at the surrounding scenery at this time.

She sat still, silently thinking about her thoughts.

The eerie silence lasted until the carriage stopped.

It's very lively outside, and it seems that there are a lot of people.

Jiang Baoqing sat quietly like an old monk.

She knew that at this moment, she was the little maid Qingyu next to the mysterious rich son "Shang Qiguang" played by Gong Ji.

Her every move will be watched by those who have a heart.

Bai Qi got out of the car and handed the steward a name post.

Soon, the carriage was moving again, straight into the mansion. At the Moon Gate at the end of the corridor, a special wheelchair sent by Bai Qi yesterday has been prepared.

Jiang Baoqing quickly entered the play, playing the role of a little maid who was dedicated to her master, she took a group fan and played a fan beside the palace plan, and said with a concerned face: "Young master, is it hot?" ”

Gong Ji is simply acting like a proud rich son, he half-closed his eyes and snorted coldly.

So the little maid "Qingyu" diligently played the fan.

The steward who led the way had already been specially instructed by the prefect Sun Zhongyi that if he met Shang Qiguang Shang Gongzi, he must be polite and entertained as a guest of honor.

So, the steward respectfully led the way in front of him, and the wheelchair rolled over the stone path in the garden, and the group walked forward.

This time Sun Zhongyi's 50th birthday, although he has always said not to be extravagant and wasteful, not to make a big deal, but he can't stand his subordinates' "own opinions" to give him this birthday banquet, and Sun Zhifu has to push it halfway.

Almost the whole garden was decorated, and the group walked through the dense tree-lined path, and suddenly it was clear that there was a large lake, and the corridor extended from the lake, and a very wide water pavilion was erected on the water.

There was a flower boat moored on the water, and Sun Fu invited an opera troupe to sing on the flower boat.

The drama is leisurely, and the sound of water is quiet.

There have been a lot of guests here at this time, after all, the biggest official in a government is the prefect, he has a full fifty birthday, and anyone with a name under his hand dares not to come.

Not only do you have to come, but you have to come early with carefully prepared gifts.

There are also many corridors by the lake, which are prepared with melons and fruits and refreshments, and before the official banquet is held, officials of all sizes are sitting casually, chatting in twos and threes.

said that it was "casual", but in fact, it was unconsciously according to the size of the official position, and the factions sat in a few piles.

Gong Ji seemed to look at it casually, took in all these scenes, and then lazily closed his eyes with a look of no fun.

The steward's general Gong Ji and his party led a pavilion and retreated first to confess and other matters.

Gong Ji knew that this was just a retreat from the people on the surface.

There is another group of people who are secretly observing them.

Jiang Baoqing played the group fan all the way, his hands were a little sore and tired, and the group fan was also a little weak. Gong Ji glanced at her, and suddenly spoke: "Go, pour a cup of tea for Ye." ”

The maid of Sun's Mansion who was waiting in the pavilion hurriedly stepped forward to pour tea.

Gong Ji said coldly: "Young Master Ben never drinks tea poured by outsiders. ”

The maid of Sun Mansion retreated in embarrassment.

Jiang Baoqing put down the fan, poured a cup of tea for Gong Ji with a smile, and handed it to Gong Ji with both hands: "Young Master, please use tea." ”