The more the maid Qiuling thought about it, the more angry she became, the round little face like a goose egg faintly showed a look of grief and indignation, thinking of the holy decree of the Emperor Wuqian, her big apricot kernel-like eyes narrowed slightly, and a few wisps of pain overflowed in her watery eyes, looking at the little confusion in her young lady's phoenix eyes like mist and clouds, she couldn't bear it, and persuaded softly: "Miss, don't be too sad." You are the lord's favorite daughter, and you are the daughter of the prime minister's house, and the lord will never let you marry in that kind of barbarian land. ”

Su Yuqing listened to Qiu Ling's words of comfort, her delicate and beautiful eyebrows moved slightly, and the blue lotus clear water reflected in the eyes like inky jade, rippling layers of sparkling mist, and between the phoenix eyes, there seemed to be condensation.

Su Yuqing's eyes slowly looked at the pink lotus blooming in the pond, and as the maid's soft voice fell, her lips like a cloud of smoke opened slightly, and the sound of ice jade colliding with joy overflowed the red lips: "Don't be comforted, the holy order is difficult to disobey, even if you are the chief assistant, you are powerless to resist the decree." ”

The maid Qiuling's eyes were slightly dim, although she was a big girl, however, in this noble and high-ranking door, her dress and knowledge of such a big girl were better than the young lady of the small family. At this time, Su Yuqing's simple words, she already understood that it was difficult to turn around this matter.

"Hateful winter snow! If she hadn't betrayed her to seek glory, Miss wouldn't have fallen into this step! Qiu Ling thought of the ridiculous marriage that her young lady was about to face, and her anger was uncontrollable, and the best silk Luo Pazi from Yangzhou Zhizao Mansion in her hand was twisted and broken, and she was out of shape, but she still didn't understand her hatred.

The misty phoenix eyes moved from the elegant pink lotus full of ponds to Qiu Ling's veil, and the red cherry lips outlined shallow curves, with a bit of mockery and more helplessness.

"Qiuling, call Steward Wang." In the slightly clear timbre, there is a long and indifferent tranquility, as if she is not a helpless woman who is about to marry a barbarian country, but a lady who takes a needle and thread, sits quietly and embroiders, and embroiders into half a piece of splendid mountains and rivers.

Qiu Ling was slightly stunned, looking at her young lady who didn't want to mention the winter snow that had been killed by the cane, and what had happened in the rest of the month, Qiu Ling gathered her body and respectfully blessed Fu: "Yes." ”

After speaking, Qiu Ling pursed her lips, didn't dare to say another word, and turned to leave.

Staring at Qiuling's back, the goose-yellow light shirt and straight skirt bundled out her soft and delicate figure, and the skirt set off waves in the flowing steps, just like a young lady. It wasn't until Qiu Ling passed through the water pavilion and her figure disappeared among the green vines that Su Yuqing withdrew her thoughtful gaze.

Su Yuqing is the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her appearance is captivating, intelligent and gentle, and she is very much loved by her father Su Yuwen.

There are four big girls around Su Yuqing, Chunlan Qiuling, Xia Luo Dongxue, six second-class maids, and a few little girls who do rough work. Su Yuqing asked herself to treat them well, however, the people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, more than a month ago, the eldest girl Dongxue was bought by Su He'er, the daughter of the aunt in the house, stole Su Yuqing's personal purse, and gave it to each other privately, which made rumors rise in the capital, stained Su Yuqing's reputation as the first noble daughter in the capital, and also made her fiancé Xue Yihan angrily withdraw from the marriage and ask to marry her sister-in-law Su He'er.

The dense and curly long eyelashes drooped slightly, and the butterfly wings slowly fluttered, covering the pain in the dark jade pupils. She finally saw the wrong person and gave the wrong heart.

The pink lotus leaves in front of the water pavilion were the first place she saw him, and now it has become the deepest and most painful irony in her memory. The man's former soft-spoken and considerate thoughts have become the sharpest and coolest blade, slashing the heart inch by inch. There is a dull ache floating in the sharpness, like the softest and coldest wind in early spring, blowing wantonly in the brain over and over again, lingering.

Rao is how she puts on a calm and calm attitude in front of everyone, and she can't suppress the torment of cooking with fire in her heart. To this day, her father is above the court, prostrate and resistant, and she can't save her fate of marrying the Western Regions.