Historically, the more precious something is to the world, the more worried it will be about long nights and dreams.
The expressions of some people on the seats changed slightly, and their eyes when they looked at Fang Qing were very complicated.
Fang Qing just nodded lightly. "Okay. I hope that when it gets bright tomorrow, Mr. Qi will not disappoint me again, nor will he disappoint everyone here."
She glanced at Chunxiang beside her. "Chunxiang, take good care of the banknotes and the gifts from the Three Kingdoms. It's windy late at night, and it won't be good if it attracts thieves."
Chunxiang looked around nervously, and Qi Yan looked at it and smiled. "I'm afraid Miss Luan is overly worried. This kind of thing has never happened in Wangyue Tower. If the girl encounters a thief, then all losses will be caused by
Come down and take responsibility."
"I hope, I hope it won't happen." Fang Qing frowned slightly and sighed softly.
She is not worried about outside thieves, she is worried about you, the third prince Suye. Tonight, if her prediction is correct, her room will definitely not be peaceful.
Qi Yan pointed his folding fan lightly, and a flash of light flashed through his ice-blue eyes: "Lv Yi, arrange an elegant and comfortable room for Miss Luan."
"Yes, young master." Under the calm demeanor of the green clothes, there was a slight splash of water in the bright eyes. "Miss Luan, please come with me." She waved her sleeves and made an invitation.
gesture.
Fang Qing nodded indifferently. Hmm——
Chunxiang pushed Fang Qing's wheelchair and followed Lu Yi. As they turned through a round arch, bypassed a small garden with golden chrysanthemums in full bloom, and then passed a waterfall rockery, they arrived at a door full of green bamboos.
A quiet little garden with walls covered with ivy.
There is a letter on the stone gate of Yayuan - Fengqige, with three big characters. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and the writing is sharp and cold. Fang Qing raised her head, her indifferent eyes met these three big characters, and her heart was slightly shocked.
"Miss Luan, please come in." Seeing that she was silent and not entering the garden, Lu Yi called out to Fang Qing in a low voice.
Chunxiang followed Fang Qing, her rosy face turned pale with shock. How could Mr. Qi, who loved to vomit blood and had a strange disease, arrange for the third lady to live here?
"Miss Third." She had no choice but to whisper hesitantly into Fang Qing's ear.
Fang Qing raised her hand, indicating that she didn't need to say anything. "Push me in." Her face was cold and indifferent. Chunxiang didn't know what Fang Qing was thinking, but she didn't dare to ask her now, so she had to push in confusion.
He entered Fengqi Pavilion in a wheelchair.
After entering Fengqi Pavilion, all the furnishings inside were indeed simple and elegant. Just as Qi Yan said, he arranged an elegant and comfortable room for her.
Fang Qing looked around. While her pale eyes were filled with satisfaction, a hint of astonishment then passed over her.
"Miss Luan, you've had a hard day, please have a good rest. In addition, if something happens, ring the amplification bell on the Bafeng Tower, and Lu Yi will come over immediately. Lu Yi has something to do now, so he can't accompany Miss Luan.
I'll take my leave." The green clothes rise up in the wind. If a gust of green wind blows by, the figure quickly disappears into the green bamboo forest.
Chunxiang shook her head strangely, and said gently to Fang Qing: "Miss Third, are you going to rest now?"
"We can't rest yet." Fang Qing closed her eyes, raised her hand, and pinched her eyebrows.
Chunxiang was puzzled, but she still brought a wooden basin over. "Then, slave, go get a bucket of water and rub the third lady's legs and wash her feet to relieve the fatigue, okay?"
Fang Qing opened her eyes, her long and slightly raised eyelashes flashing. "Tonight, let's boil a kettle of water first."
"Miss Third, would you like to drink tea?" Chunxiang asked.
"No." Fang Qing stared at the green bamboos outside the window calmly. "Tonight, there will be guests to entertain."
Chunxiang was confused, how did the third lady know that a guest was coming?
Fang Qing glanced at her. "Go."
"Yes, Miss Third." Questions were questions, but Chunxiang still believed Fang Qing's words. She went out with a kettle to fetch water and boil the water.
Fang Qing's red lips curled up slightly, she picked up a book and started reading slowly.
The wind blew gently, and in the green bamboos, the sound of rustling floated vaguely, as if whispering. Dressed in a white robe, it was better than white snow, and her footsteps were light, floating towards Fang Qing who was leaning on the chair.
The pages of the book were originally bright and clear in Fang Qing's sight, but suddenly they darkened, and a faint black shadow swayed in front of her eyes.
She pursed her red lips lightly, and a soft sigh flowed out from the gap at the corner of her lips. She raised her eyes and looked lightly into a pair of deep black pupils.