Rong Yuan held the teacup in his hand, looking at the tea that had cooled in the cup, and was in a daze. When he saw Murong Shuxiang in Leyi Fang three days ago, she was still alive and vibrant, how could she be like this now? He just heard that Murong Shuxiang fainted and was sent to the prince's mansion, and then he knew that this little girl was the goddaughter of the old doctor who had just recognized, since she was the granddaughter of the old doctor, no one would be snub in the prince's mansion, what happened?

Rong Yuan put down the tea and glanced at Murong Shuxiang, I don't know if it was because he was sleeping uncomfortably or having a nightmare, his brows were furrowed all the time, and he was extremely unstable. What was it about her that worried her so much?

"Master, Haoyuan has arrived." Rong Yuan was thinking about it when Rong Yuan's voice came.

"Hmm." Rong Yuan agreed, turned to Murong Shuxiang, and shouted softly, "Xiang'er wake up, we have arrived." ”

Murong Shuxiang opened his eyes and found that the carriage had stopped, raised his hand and rubbed his slightly aching forehead, sobered up, and sat up straight.

Rong Yuan saw Murong Shuxiang wake up, stretched out his hand to pull the curtain, and got out of the carriage. The butler outside the carriage was already waiting, and the carriage had been put away, Rong Yuan got out of the carriage and turned around to help Murong Shuxiang. Murong Shuxiang was not so taboo, and reached out to pull Rong Yuan's hand and got out of the carriage.

Although it was unexpected for this point of silence, it was also a moment. When Rong Yuan ordered him to come to Haoyuan, he already knew that Murong Shuxiang's status in his master's heart was not ordinary. Rong Silence was prepared, the housekeeper was not calm, when he got the order, knowing that the master was going to pick up a friend to come to the garden, he was guessing what kind of noble person, he originally thought it was a man, but he didn't expect it to be a little girl, and he was full of white hair, and he was personally helped out of the car by his cold and silent master, what happened?

"Ahem!"

The housekeeper who was in a daze came to his senses in Rong Yuan's coughing, "Huh? Lord, what does the master command? ”

"Clean up your room at Biliao Pavilion."

"Bi, Bi Pavilion?"

"What? Didn't hear me? ”

"Yes, yes! The old slave will go. The housekeeper agreed and ran into the garden, wondering who this white-haired girl was. Biliao Pavilion was designed and decorated by Rong Yuan himself, he himself would occasionally go to live, and no one else was allowed to enter, and today he would actually let this little girl live in Biliao Pavilion.

Murong Shuxiang looked at the tall gate in front of him, is this the other courtyard that Rong Yuan said? The gate of the courtyard is open, and there are two square characters written on the beams of the gate - Haoyuan. Due to the obstruction of the shadow wall, the courtyard structure in the Haoyuan Garden cannot be seen, but listening to the conversation between Rong Yuan and the housekeeper, Biliao Pavilion should not be an ordinary courtyard.

Murong Shuxiang followed Rong Yuan, bypassed the shadow wall, and saw a scene with a cave, this was not the structure of the ancient courtyard she saw in the book, it was better to say that the Haoyuan Garden was a house than a garden. Rare flowers and trees, exquisite design, materials and materials, elegant and precious. It seems that Rong Yuan has put a lot of thought into the design of the Hao Garden, no wonder Rong Yuan did not immediately respond "yes" when he said that he came to the Hao Garden.

"It should be quiet here." Murong Shuxiang said while admiring the beautiful scenery.

"Xiang'er doesn't like it?"

"I like it, this place is very suitable for cultivation, Brother Yuan, I wonder if I can stay for a few more days?" Murong Shuxiang stopped and looked at Rong Yuan and asked.

"If Xiang'er likes to live here, if there is anything you need to say, I will order someone to do it."

"Good!" Murong Shuxiang nodded and said, "I want to go and rest first, and we'll talk about some things later." ”

"I'll take you to Biliao Pavilion."

Located on the north side of the Garden, it is an independent courtyard, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard are not inferior to the Garden, which can be said to be a miniature version of the Garden. There is a small two-story building in the Biliao Pavilion, and you can see the beautiful scenery of the entire Biliao Pavilion when you climb to the second floor.

Everyone in the world knows that Rong Yuan, the little prince of the dark hall, is indifferent and difficult to get along with, but if this is the case, how can he create such a beautiful courtyard like a fairyland so meticulously. It's a pity that such a son who longs for peace outside the world was born in the dark temple, born in the whirlpool of power, if he doesn't calculate, if he doesn't plan, he will become a victim of several parties.

When Murong Shuxiang woke up, it was already afternoon, I don't know if it was the beauty of Biliao Pavilion that made people feel relaxed, or if he had some understanding and trust in Rong Yuan, in short, he slept peacefully and dreamlessly.

I got up and got out of bed, drank some water, and felt that my whole person was full of energy.

"Girl, but up?" There was an inquiry from outside the door, and it was a girl's voice.

"Up."

The door opened, and a young girl her age entered. The girl saluted Murong Shuxiang and said, "Slave Xiaoying, the master arranged to serve the girl, and the girl should be instructed if she has something." ”

Murong Shuxiang looked at Xiao Ying, she looked very well-behaved, and she didn't have a scared expression when she saw her, "Sister Xiao Ying, I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Murong Shuxiang said with a smile.

"Yes, please go downstairs."

Murong Shuxiang followed Xiao Ying to the dining room downstairs, and after a while, Xiao Ying brought the food, the dishes were sumptuous but not greasy, it seemed that Rong Yuan was really considerate of her as a patient.

"Rong Yuan is not here?" Murong Shuxiang asked while eating.

"The master has something to go out, and the girl has any needs to tell the slave maid, and the master has explained before going out that the slave and maid want the slave and maid to serve the girl well." Xiaoying is a clever girl, very good at observing words and feelings, and knows that the person in front of her is not negligent.

"Sister Xiaoying help me prepare some paper, pencils, and paints, I will be useful in a while."

"Yes!" The warbler saluted and stepped back, and after a while she came back, saying that everything was ready.

After Murong Shuxiang finished eating, Xiao Ying took her to the study, where pen, ink, paper, inkstone and a variety of pigments were neatly placed on the desk. Murong Shuxiang was very satisfied with this, and said with a smile: "Sister Xiaoying is so powerful, wait for Rong Yuan to come back and ask him to give you a raise!" ”

"A raise?" Xiaoying obviously didn't understand what the salary increase meant.

"It's a reward!" Murong Shuxiang explained simply, and then ordered Xiao Ying to guard at the door, not allowing anyone to come in, except Rong Yuan.

When Rong Yuan came back, it was almost dusk, and Xiao Ying was sitting at the door of the small building, dozing off boredly. Rong Yuan couldn't help frowning when he saw it, "Little Ying...... Little warbler! ”

"Ahh The little warbler reflexively bounced, "Who ............ Before the words came out, he saw Rong Yuan with an angry face, "Lord, master!" Xiao Ying hurriedly knelt down and admitted her mistake, "The slave knows her mistake!" Slave ......"

"That's it!" Rong Yuan interrupted Xiao Ying's words, "Where is Xiang'er?" ”

"The girl is in the study."

Rong Yuan walked straight to the study, in the study, Murong Shuxiang was engrossed in drawing something, and someone came in without looking up. Rong Yuan was curious, and walked over to watch softly, and couldn't help frowning, the things painted by Murong Shuxiang are very common in the eyes of today's people, but in Rong Yuan's eyes, the table is undoubtedly full of "ghost painting talismans".