After speaking, Su Yuqing gently swept away the non-existent dust on the pomegranate-colored lotus leaf skirt and stood up gracefully.

When I turned my eyes to look again, I saw Qiu Ling with an angry face, with a pair of big almond eyes, staring at her with tears in her eyes, pouting her chin as if she was angry, and did not leave.

"What's wrong?" Su Yuqing tilted her head slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, and her phoenix eyes shining with a luster with a little understanding.

"Miss, you're too kind-hearted, aren't you?" Qiu Ling puffed out her cheeks and said indignantly, because of the agitation of the mood, the words were as fast as pouring beans, "If it weren't for the one from Wanhe Courtyard, you wouldn't have fallen into this field, and you still worry about her flower and hairpin?" ”

The long eyelashes like the wings of the ink butterfly trembled slightly, the black jade-like phoenix eyes dimmed, Su Yuqing stood in the water pavilion, her skin was as white as snow, faintly exuding a light as smooth as the moon, the elegant and beautiful figure was picturesque, and the tired green vines merged into a beautiful scenery, the summer breeze with a slight heat breath, lifted the soft skirt veil, and the pink lotus embroidered at the end of the skirt bloomed one by one, swaying with the blue lotus and white lotus in the clear pool, like a fairy riding the wind, and like a peony contaminated with light sorrow.

Su Yuqing didn't see it, and the loss she inadvertently revealed, and her fairy-like lightness fell into the eyes of the third prince Xuanyuan Jinghao and Xue Yihan at the end of the Biluo Water Pavilion who were standing on the other side of the lotus pond without concealment. It's just that after the third prince saw her, he walked towards the water pavilion, while Xue Yihan pursed his thin lips and turned to leave.

"If you want to send it, you will send it, and you must not say much." After being silent for a moment, Su Yuqing raised her head, a little coldness condensed in her phoenix eyes, and after saying it lightly, she left without looking back.

Qiu Ling pursed her lips aggrievedly, because of the concubine born by the aunt, she was reprimanded by the young lady. Thinking of coming back and giving her a hairpin, Qiu Ling really couldn't figure out why the young lady was so tolerant of the sister who took away her fiancé, but these were not what she, a maid, could figure out, and finally, she sighed, turned around in frustration, and walked to the other side of the water pavilion. Just a few steps, Qiu Ling stopped again, turned to look at the empty red sandalwood peony carved tables and chairs behind her, and muttered to herself: "I was so angry just now that I forgot to ask where Miss went." ”

However, the young lady that Qiu Ling was thinking about was gone, and in her own house, she didn't have to worry about the safety of the young lady, not to mention that she had just received the instructions of the young lady, presumably the young lady wanted to find a secluded place to be quiet. Thinking of this, Qiu Ling sighed secretly and turned away faintly.

Su Yuqing walked out of the water pavilion slowly with small steps, she held a silk fan and half covered her jade face, blocking the sunlight leaking from the cracks of the vines, and leisurely walked through the verandah of the hand-copying verandah, walking towards the study where her father Su Yuwen was.

She had just turned out of the verandah and walked to a rockery with dense vegetation when she stopped. The distant mountain-like eyebrows frowned slightly, Su Yuqing stared at the person in front of her, and her overflowing phoenix eyes gradually condensed with coldness.

In front of Su Yuqing stood a man dressed in a purple embroidered five-clawed golden dragon wrapped around the five-color cloud brocade robe, he was wearing a jade crown of Dongzhu, handsome, under the thick eyebrows that flew obliquely into the clouds, a pair of deep eyes contained a domineering spirit that could not be hidden, under the towering bridge of the nose, thin lips were lightly pursed, and he always raised a trace of arc that was neither deep nor shallow and unpredictable. He stood there, without saying a word, and exuded a warm and moist atmosphere, that is, the stranger is like jade, and the prince can describe his humble and elegant temperament.

At this moment, when he saw Su Yuqing, he raised the corners of his mouth lightly, and the voice like a clear spring and flowing water was intoxicating, and leisurely drilled into Su Yuqing's ears: "Yuqing." ”