"Okay! So you mean we have a deal?" Su Xiaoxiao stretched out her small hand and grabbed Zhongli Mowen's big hand, and then said, "Then celebrate our happy cooperation." Just as Su Xiaoxiao said
While an agreement had been reached with Zhongli Mowen, unknown things were quietly going on in a certain courtyard of Prince Zhongli's palace.
"Little Master Mingyue, you are in much better spirits today." Xing'er saw that her master's complexion had not been very good these past two days, so she suggested that Mingyue go to the attic to paint. Unexpectedly, it had a good effect.
, at least my spirit seems much better.
"Xing'er, is there any news about the prince recently?" Mingyue is still worried about this problem after all. Although she is usually the most unwilling to compete for favor in the palace, nor is she willing to cater to Zhongli Mowen. But her identity has been placed there.
, so Mingyue sometimes feels that living is a sin.
"Little Master Mingyue, don't worry." After all, after following Mingyue for so long, Xing'er still knows some things. But now even if Mingyue is worried, it won't help. "Little Master, lucky people have their own destiny.
, you just have to believe it.”
Xing'er didn't want to say more about other things, after all, even if she said too much now, Mingyue wouldn't listen.
Three days have passed since the incident, but these three days have been a torturous three days for Mingyue. And until now, no one can tell clearly how far the matter has progressed. Even Zhongli Mowen has not come out to say anything.
What, I wonder if this is the end of the matter?
Thinking of this, Mingyue stood up and stood on the guardrail of the attic. She put her hands on the handrails and looked down from the ground.
"Little Master Mingyue, be careful, don't fall." She seemed to see that something was wrong with Mingyue's mood, so Xing'er stepped forward to support Mingyue. "Little Master Mingyue, it's windy here. You are not in good health, but you are still here.
Just stay inside." Xing'er said before taking Mingyue to the attic room.
"Oh, you are so delicate." I heard an annoying voice coming from a distance. Mingyue frowned and turned around. Unexpectedly, the person who came was none other than Du Juan, Suzuran's maid. This girl
She learned a lot from her master. She didn't learn what she should learn and what she shouldn't learn.
"Dujuan, what are you doing here?" She seemed to dislike this bullying maid, so Xing'er stood in front of Mingyue and said without thinking. "If nothing happens, my master will still go to practice painting.
"
"Practice painting?" Du Juan looked at Mingyue and Xing'er with a half-smile, then took out a letter and a sachet from his arms and said, "This is what my master wants to give to your master. As for the rest,
I have nothing to do with my slaves."
"This is it!" Mingyue almost fainted when she saw the sachet in Du Juan's hand. How could such a thing be in Suzuran's hand? Could it be... could it be...
Mingyue simply couldn't imagine that if this thing was true, then it would mean...
So Mingyue hurriedly opened the letter sent by Du Juan, and then frowned. "Lead me the way. Take me to see your master!"
"Master!" Xing'er didn't seem to understand Mingyue's abnormality, so she wanted to stop her. "Master, you better not go now, you must think clearly!"