A faint scent of ambergris filled his side, and Zhao calmly sat on the soft wooden bed to recover his strength. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Wang Xiaoer, who was on the side, sneaked into a respectful and envious look at Zhao Ping, who was sitting cross-legged, it would be nice if he also had such a strong strength, but this is not realistic.

The candle flame burned for a while, and the wick of the candle could be faintly seen, except for the place where the candle flame was shrouded, the rest of the place was dim, adding a bit of darkness to the room.

Wang Xiaoer sat on the chair guarding Zhao Ping, and gradually felt that his head was dizzy, his eyelids were fighting, and the whole person was half-asleep and half-awake.

"Knock knock" A few knocks on the door woke Wang Xiaoer up, and the sleepy insects wrapped around him flew away.

"Go and open the door, there's a guest coming. A calm voice sounded in Wang Xiaoer's ears, and Wang Xiaoer realized that at some point, Zhao Ping, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed, had opened his eyes and was staring at the door without knowing what to think.

After Wang Xiaoer opened the door, Qin Shuirou walked in, looking at Qin Shuirou who entered the room, Zhao Ping's eyes couldn't help but light up, Qin Shuirou obviously redressed up, wearing a blue gauze shirt, with a slender figure, long hair draped over the vest, and gently held it with a silver ribbon. Zhao Ping looked at her, only to feel that there seemed to be a light cage of smoke beside Qin Shuirou, not a person in the world. As soon as she entered the room, the darkness around her seemed to be obscured by the light on her body, and the surroundings seemed to be a little brighter.

After Wang Xiaoer opened the door, he walked out of the room with interest, and closed the door with him, leaving only Zhao Ping and Qin Shuirou in the room.

"I don't know where Zhao Gongzi is going?" Qin Shuirou sat opposite Zhao Ping, Zhao Ping's entire body was hidden behind the flickering candlelight, looking a little mysterious.

"I didn't decide where to go, I just drove around and enjoyed the scenery. Zhao Ping's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes looked at Qin Shuirou's beautiful face calmly.

"If Miss Qin has something to do at home, let's go quickly, Zhao wants to go around twice outside. Although Zhao Ping was meditating in the room, the conversations of Qin Shuirou and the others were all listened to by him.

Qin Shuirou's teeth bit her lower lip lightly, she heard the prevarication in Zhao Ping's words, took out a black token from her arms, showed a big Qin character on it, and reached out and handed it to Zhao Ping.

"There is something at home, Shui Rou has to hurry to Yecheng, this is my Qin family's token, if Zhao Gongzi you come to Yecheng, as long as you take this token to the Qin family to find me, no one will stop you, I hope Gongzi you can come to my Qin family, so that I can repay the grace of saving my life." ”

He took the token casually, and he didn't want to be anxious about it, but Zhao Ping couldn't bear it when he saw Qin Shuirou's earnest expression, and said in an affirmative tone: "Okay, I'll come." ”

After getting Zhao Ping's affirmative answer, Qin Shuirou suddenly smiled like a flower, and glanced at Zhao Ping carefully, as if she wanted to keep Zhao Ping's appearance in mind.

"Then I will leave Shui Rou and not disturb my son's rest. "I didn't have the slightest feeling of dragging mud and water, and walked out quickly.

At the door of the inn, Yan Huifeng and a group of people were waiting with complete preparations, and after seeing Qin Shuirou come out alone, a hint of joy flashed in Yan Huifeng's gloomy eyes, and he hurriedly greeted him.

"Let's go!"

Under Yan Huifeng's order, the entire convoy slowly walked farther and farther away in the rain, and gradually disappeared into the distance.

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A faint sandalwood fragrance fills the side, the hollow carved window is flecked with fine sunlight, and the furnishings are also used in the girl's boudoir, extremely luxurious, the finely carved jade-inlaid tooth bed, the brocade quilt is embroidered, and the curtain hook is also hung with a small sachet, scattering a faint fragrance.

Around the middle ring of the attic, the tables and chairs carved from fine sandalwood are delicately carved with different patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling of belonging to the daughter's family is circulating everywhere. Near the bamboo window, there are a few pieces of rice paper on the rosewood table, and a few brushes are resting on the inkstone, and on the rice paper is a figure image, and the delicate brushwork seems to indicate that the owner of the boudoir is also sentimental. The bamboo window was hung with a purple tulle, fluttering with the wind blowing slowly outside the window.

Qin Shuirou looked at the portrait on the rice paper blankly, her eyes a little confused.

"Miss, you're painting this boy again!"

The crisp sound of the maid on the side, like a silver bell, disturbed Qin Shuirou, who hurriedly covered the portrait on the table with white paper as if he had been hit by something unspeakable, and his face turned red, like an overripe apple.

"You little girl, looking for a fight. Qin Shuirou raised her hand and made a gesture to fight down, but was dodged by Xiao Cui with a smile, and a sly smile appeared on her face.

Miss also said no, Xiaocui has seen Miss these days and doesn't know how many portraits of this son she has drawn. ”

Xiaocui, as Qin Shuirou's personal maid, has a very good relationship with Qin Shuirou, although the two are master and servant, their relationship is like sisters, so they often joke with each other.

"Does Miss like this son?" asked Xiao Cui with a smile on her eyes.

As if she had been told what she was thinking, Qin Shuirou's raised hand paused in the air, her cheeks flushed, and she said, "Cai, isn't it......"

But this shy and welcoming appearance made people can't believe her words. Xiaocui has seen the portrait painted by Qin Shuirou, the son's eyebrows are clear and beautiful, and his heroic posture is cool, if the young lady marries him, then as a personal maid, won't he have to marry him. Thinking of this, Xiaocui couldn't help but be shy.

Xiao Cui brought the bowl on the plate in her hand to Qin Shuirou's side, and said softly: "Miss, this is the old ginseng soup that Madame boiled for Madame in the kitchen, and Madame asked me to bring you one too." ”

"What is my mother doing?"

"The eldest lady is talking to the second lady about official business. ”

Qin Shuirou was holding the ginseng soup in her hand, but a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes. Recently, there have been constant conflicts between the Tiger Gang and the Qin family, Yan Taomin, who is the controller of the Qin family, Qin Shuirou's mother, has been tired recently, Qin Shuirou is also very distressed when she sees her mother so tired, but she can't help her mother, so she can only be secretly anxious in her heart.

Just when Qin Shuirou was full of worries, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the pavilion, and then Yan Huifeng, who was covered in dust, came to the room.

"Cousin, have you been okay for the past half a month? As soon as my cousin finished what his aunt had explained, the first thing he wanted to do was to come and see you. Look, this is the gift I chose for you outside, do you like it or not?" Yan Huifeng looked at Qin Shuirou with a smile, and reached out and took out something from his arms, which was a beautiful jade flawless and crystal clear jade pendant.

Qin Shuirou glanced at it lightly, without showing a trace of surprise on her face, her expression was flat.

"Senior Brother Yan has worked hard, this jade pendant is so valuable, Shui Rou is useless, let's ask Senior Brother Yan to take it back. Senior Brother Yan has just come back, he must be tired, let's go back and rest early, this is Shui Rou's boudoir, Senior Brother Yan is afraid that it will be a little inconvenient to stay here too much. ”

At this time, a breeze blew outside the bamboo window, the rice paper on the table was blown scattered, and a portrait was blown in front of Yan Huifeng.

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