Linghu Po's whereabouts after starting from Mayi City and entering the capital were all in the attention of the Qin State Mansion.

All the formalities for him to go to Beijing to study, and the gifts of concubines and servants in the mansion, were all issued by Guo Xiang, and his subordinates went down to handle them specifically.

Unexpectedly, this Linghu Po came to thank him that night.

He is a young man who knows how to be grateful, and he is resolute and resolute.

"Or... Let him come back tomorrow morning..."

Seeing Guo Xiang frowning slightly, Dugucheng guessed.

"No, let him come into the Plum Garden at this moment."

"No."

Dugucheng withdrew from the front hall, and when he arrived outside the Meiyuan Gate, he met Gao Jin and Linghupo head-on, he returned the Wen Mu and other things one by one, and then said in a deep voice:

"Young Master Linghu, the old man and Mrs. Ru are in the front hall, please come in and talk." "Then let's go in, Young Master Linghu." Gao Jin is also very polite, slightly

Bend over.

"Your Excellency, please."

The plum garden is not small, quiet and elegant, and there are many maids, maids, and guards in the garden, all of whom are chattering and sighing.

Most of the subordinates secretly glanced at this young guest.

After a few turns, the two walked to the front of a house, with a high door and wide threshold, and the momentum was magnificent.

Gao Jin stopped.

I saw him take a few steps forward, bow down to the head of the head with a fist, and say, "Master Yu, Mrs. Ru, Young Master Linghu is waiting in front of the hall." ”

"Let him in." A loud voice came out of the hall, it should be Guo Xiang.

"Young Master Linghu, Master Tai and Mrs. Ru are in the main hall, you can go in by yourself, I will retire first."

"Thank you, Lady Steward, you're good to go."

Ling Hupo bowed and said goodbye, took a few deep breaths after turning around, began to straighten his clothes, and raised his feet to step up the steps.

Step over the high threshold and enter the lobby foyer.

The rooms in the hall are large and richly furnished.

Hanging colorful Shu brocade, calligraphy and painting on the wall all around, the four corners of the wall are placed with a person-high celadon vase, and a white jade screen of rosewood is placed on the left and right, which is painted with flowers and birds.

Extraordinary.

Looking up, in the center of the two screens, there is a large double splendid couch.

On the double couch, a man and a woman sat upright.

The man is about sixty years old, wearing a golden crown, wearing a wide nylon Zen robe, tall and majestic, white complexion, long face, and dignified appearance.

A pair of tiger eyes are blazing, staring ahead.

The woman next to her is in her thirties and a half, her hair is combed with cloud temples, her face is like a full moon, her face is evenly coated with grease powder, a pair of charming eyes that hook people's souls, a swan-like white and slender neck, ten fingers are delicate and delicate, and she has a crystal clear inch armor, which is full of charms.

But when the two saw the comer's expressions, they were very different.

One eyes like a torch, calm and composed.

The other, on the other hand, had a complicated gaze and a pretty face that was stunned.

Where does Ling Hupo care about this, he is struggling with what kind of etiquette to use.

This is the private residence of the state government, and it should be seen as an elder, there is no doubt about it.

The key is what to call them, more appropriately.

Suddenly, he had an idea.

"Junior Linghu Po, bow to the old man and Mrs. Ru."

Linghu Po knelt on his knees, stretched his hands forward, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"Linghu, get up quickly, sit here!"

Guo Xiang's upper body moved slightly, and he raised his right hand.

The wealthy families of the noble family are very particular about etiquette, and the rank is particularly strict.

Ling Hupo's performance this time, Guo Xiang is very satisfied.

Because he calls himself a junior, but he prostrates himself with the gift of his grandson.

From the moment Linghu Po entered the main hall, Xiao Shi was shocked, opened his mouth wide in shock, and hurriedly covered it with his jade hand to prevent him from making a sound.

The young man in front of him, and her dead Southern Dynasty imperial brother, looked so similar that it was carved out of a mold.

Is there such a miracle in the world?

Xiao's gaffe expression made Hu Po look in his eyes and shocked, but he couldn't figure out why.

Ling Hupo was not surprised, he sat lightly on the couch next to him, and the maid brought tea.

"Let's have a sip of tea first."

After Guo Xiao spoke, he carefully looked at Linghu Polai.

Although he was still very majestic, sitting upright with his waist straight, he was very happy in his heart.

I really didn't expect that a small hunter in a mountain village would not lose his demeanor to the descendants of the high-ranking family.

"Mrs. Xie."

Ling Hupo picked up the tea bowl, took a sip as a return gift, and then looked at it with eye level, not avoiding the burning gaze of the first pair of men and women.

"Linghu, are you satisfied with the mansion given by the old man, have you moved in?"

Guo Xiang, who usually cherishes words like gold, chatted with people for the first time tonight.

"The younger generation thanks to the gift of the old man, the house is very large and very satisfied, and I have moved in today." Linghu Po got up and replied with a fist.

He is now calm and clear-minded.

"Hehe, you're welcome, if you have any needs, just tell the manager Gao Jin and others." Guo Xiang smiled and waved his hand.

Judging from the tone of his words, from the bottom of his heart, he has recognized this future righteous grandson.

The two talked about a few more topics.

"That's Linghu, you go to the bamboo garden to meet Xiu'er."

Guo Xiang took the initiative to allow him to see Xiuniang, but being so generous was unexpected by Hupo, he was slightly stunned, and said: "It's so late, I'm afraid there will be a lot of inconvenience." ”

He was actually eager to see Xiuniang in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face, and he pretended to be inconvenient at night.

"Hey, there's nothing inconvenient, this girl didn't sleep so early." Guo Xiang shouted outside, "Someone." ”

A guard came in from outside the main hall, "Master, what do you command?" ”

"Lead the fox boy to Zhuyuan and see the eldest lady." Guo Xiang said in a deep voice.

"No." The guard raised his head and beat his chest, and stood to the side.

Linghu Po got up and said goodbye to Guo Xiang and Xiao Shi one by one, followed the guard out of Meiyuan, and walked towards Zhuyuan.

"Concubine, what are you thinking?"

Guo Xiao's cold snort shocked Xiao's gaze from the back of Ling Hupo's disappearance.

"No... It's nothing, the concubine is just distracted, and she may be a little tired. Xiao replied timidly.

She tried to calm herself, but the jade hand holding the tea bowl couldn't help but tremble slightly, so that the tea overflowed.

Guo Xiao swept his eyes, "Then you go to the bath first and go to bed early." ”

"Okay, the concubine will go first." Xiao Shi owes a debt, and is led by a personal maid and walks slowly to the bathroom.

Looking at the shadow of Xiao's departure, Guo Xiang took a sip of the tea bowl, and his face showed a trace of imperceptible fierceness.

It is said that Linghu Po followed the guard, and there was a servant in front of him with a lantern, and after a while, he came to the bamboo garden.

"Young Master Linghu, please wait."

The housekeeper said hello to Ling Hupo, and hurriedly ran into the inner courtyard to report.

Speaking of Xiuniang, she is practicing calligraphy and painting in her boudoir.

She knew a series of matters such as Linghupo going to Beijing to study, and Mr. Guo giving Jingyuan to him, and she also participated in it.

It's just that I don't know much about Linghu Po's whereabouts.

I should have arrived in the capital in a few days.

She knew that the military garden and the Taixue Hall were both open on the second day of September.