The most important thing is Xiao Jing. Xiao Jing is also in Shuanglong City! What will happen to him?
It was another deep night. The next day it was not bright yet, but Wanqing woke up early. The sky was a bit gloomy, and the wind was bone-chilling. The snow from the previous two snows melted a little and turned into ice, making it always slippery when walking on it.
Wan Qing climbed over the wall and ran out, running randomly around some roads that she had never walked before, and finally ran to an unknown river. It was rare that in such a lively and prosperous city, especially in Beicheng, there was still such a thing.
There will be such a large open area with no people or houses.
After running around the weird island-like forest surrounded by a small river, Wan Qing made sure that there was no one there, so she stopped and took out the wooden splinters and started playing by the river.
I did it three times in a row until I knew it by heart, then I stopped and ran back again.
Back to Xiao Mansion, it was just breakfast time.
Wan Qing, who was sweating all over, naturally took a shower first. Although the maids were wondering when the young lady had started this habit, no one dared to ask a question, so they just prepared hot water.
The people Hong Yun chose to serve Wan Qing were all well-behaved and obedient, and some were even timid. In short, no one was allowed to bully Wan Qing.
Therefore, in the courtyard, Wan Qing said whatever she said, and no one ever dared to ask a question.
Although this is very comfortable, it is also a bit boring. These maids and women are human beings after all. There is almost no interaction between master and servant, let alone the possibility of developing any master-servant relationship.
Fortunately, Wan Qing didn't have the time to think about it now. The most important thing was that she could see it too clearly. She was only seven years old in this body, but she was eight years old, but those maids, the youngest was fifteen, and they were
, so what?
After breakfast, Wan Qing went to Hongyun's yard. Xiao Tongwen had already left. Hongyun's face was filled with worry and looked even uglier than yesterday.
"Mother." Is there anything worse?
"Wanqing is here, have you had breakfast?" Her voice was also a little weak.
"..." Wan Qing didn't know what to say, so she just walked over, snuggled into her arms, and patted her slowly, just like when she was a child, she would coax her to sleep.