"Go back to Miss, I have been here for two years. Miss, this is Soul Valley, not Zuiyuan!" The maid named Xiaoruo corrected Ting Qingyu. Ting Qingyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded and smiled.
"Oh, I remembered it wrong. I remembered it wrong. It's all the fault of the young master. He only cares about lingering with Yu'er and hasn't told Yu'er the details of this place!" Ting Qingyu said with a smile, her face felt hot and she said
Such shameless talk was really shameful, but since I couldn't do it to Xiao Kong, I had no choice but to do it to Xiao Kong.
The two maids blushed and said obediently, "Young lady can be favored by the young master as soon as you come in. What a blessing!"
"This young lady and the young master fell in love at first sight. Yu'er just wants to stay with the young master 'forever'. Xiaoruo, Xiaozhi, come here. This young lady wants to know more about the young master!" Ting Qingyu was still smiling.
He said, these two maids were not as witty as Xiao Kong, but they gave her some hope.
The two maids were startled again, then suddenly shut their mouths and stood aside without moving.[
Yo, what's going on?
Did they see through her intentions? Ting Qingyu thought to herself, beating her chest secretly, but there was nothing she could do. The maids here must have received certain training.
Ting Qingyu changed the topic again, and the two maids answered obediently, but they were not about the Hunyan Valley.
Although Ting Qingyu is a princess, after coming to this time and space, in order to keep up with the pace of the "dynasty", she also read a lot about "black and white" things.
Ting Qingyu had never heard of Hunyan Valley, but Hunyan Mountain was rumored to be a mountain that no one dared to approach. It was said that everyone who entered the mountain never returned and was eaten by giant savages.
Could it be that Hunyan Valley and Hunyan Mountain are closely related? Otherwise, why do they have the same two words?
It was a peaceful night, and no one disturbed Ting Qingyu. However, late at night, a strange and tragic cry woke her up. She called the two of them softly, but no one answered.
Ting Qingyu got up from the bed lightly, put on a robe and walked to the pavilion to look down. She saw the cold moonlight, the ripples of the pool water, a cold wind blowing in her face, and the distant mountains and a thin line.
For days on end, birds flew across the night sky, leaving behind cold shadows.