Ji Wanrong walked towards Lixiangyuan alone, and arrived at the Liushui Pavilion in a short time.

The Flowing Water Pavilion is a pavilion built on the Green Lake, and the area of the Green Lake is also very large, looking at the appearance of twenty or thirty acres.

The willow trees on the shore of the lake have already sprouted, and the lotus flowers in the lake also have a tendency to sprout.

Spring is infinitely good, and it is rare for her to be happy and idle alone.

Ji Wanrong walked slowly, looking at it as she went, she liked this style of architecture the most in the past.

Now I actually live in it, but I haven't seen it carefully.

She can walk around the Suzhou garden for a day, looking at the Nuoda Baylor Mansion, she is naturally interested.

Thinking about what happened during this time, Ji Wanrong was still in a trance.

How did you travel once and travel to a Qing Dynasty that is not quite the same as history.

Every time she thought that Yinzhen might not be the emperor, she felt a little desperate in her heart.

Gege's identity like a plaything, she doesn't want to be a lifelong person.

I had planned to save enough money to find a way to leave, but now I feel a little naïve.

When she returned to Lingfu a few days ago, Eniang and Ama received the great favor of Sibeile.

Ji Wanrong only reacted, if she left, Ling Mansion would have a few mouths, and she was afraid that she would not live long.

Unless Yinzhen is disgusted with himself and kicks himself out, but for Ling Fu, it is a great shame.

For a while, she became more and more embarrassed, it was okay if she was alone, but she was a little afraid of being involved in such a large family.

"Don't move!"

Suddenly, a crisp voice sounded behind him, which frightened Ji Wanrong.

I was also panicked in my heart, and I didn't obey the steps under my feet, and I was about to fall into the green lake.

Her whole body leaned back, but she was grabbed by a hand, and she survived.

Ji Wanrong came back to her senses and saw that the person who was pulling her was a little eunuch, so she hurriedly said, "Thank you, little father-in-law." ”

"Rong Gege doesn't need to thank the slave, the person who saved you is the eldest brother." After the little eunuch said this, he stood back.

Ji Wanrong didn't remember who the eldest brother was for a while, and looked behind the little eunuch, only to see a six or seven-year-old child standing there.

He wore a violet robe, and his hair was meticulously combed back.

There was a smaller jade pendant hanging around his waist, and he was dragging his belt, making his waist more and more slender, and he was more weak.

"Big brother is auspicious, thank you big brother for saving your life." Ji Wanrong immediately saluted.

Only then did I remember that the person in front of me was Honghui, the beloved son of Chang Fujin.

Honghui's fair skin shone a little in the sunlight.

With a smile on his face, he said, "Rong Gege is not polite." ”

It's not a good thing for a child to be so old.

Ji Wanrong sighed and walked in the direction of Honghui for a few words.

Only then did he bend over, look at Honghui and say, "Big Brother saved me, I will definitely repay you another day." ”

She said this, but in her heart, she thought that Honghui died when he was eight years old.

Historically, it is said that he died of illness, but I am afraid it is not that simple.

Such a cute child, there are also people who can do it, if she can help, she will definitely do it.

Listening to a lowly Gege saying that he wanted to repay himself, Honghui smiled, "No, it's a gesture." ”