Qu Nishang always felt that something was wrong, but seeing that everyone's attention was focused on her, and Huan'er's explanation could not find anything wrong, after a slight hesitation, she suppressed the strange feeling in her heart and said to the two of them.
: "So that's it, then go down!"
"Yes!" Huan'er responded, and hurriedly dragged Qing Wan out of the door. When she reached the door, she let go of Qing Wan, and murmured in a low voice as if she didn't understand: "It's really strange today, Miss Nishang is usually very...
I rarely come to the front yard to accompany guests, and I don’t care much about things in the building. Why am I paying attention to such a trivial matter today? I almost missed it!"
Qing Wan glanced in the direction of Yajian, with a hint of understanding in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Women are always more sensitive to the things they care about."
Huan'er was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that the thing she was talking about that she cared about was Miss Nishang's relationship with the Ninth Prince.
Then I thought about Qingwan's identity and her relationship with the Ninth Prince. I knew it would be inappropriate to say anything at this time, so I chose to remain silent.
After finishing what she wanted to do, Qing Wan did not intend to stay any longer, so she called Huan'er and said, "Let's go back to the backyard!"
"Huh?" Huan'er was stunned, looked at her with some confusion and said, "Are we going back now?" She thought that the princess would have other arrangements next, but she didn't expect that it would end here.
I heard Qing Wanfengqingyun reply calmly: "Yes, I'm tired after a long day, so I went back to rest." Then, without further pause, she went downstairs and walked towards the backyard.
Huan'er stood there, dumbfounded for a moment, and saw that Qing Wan's feet kept walking, indicating that he was really planning to leave. Then, as if he suddenly came back to his senses, he hurriedly chased after her.
While walking, I was thinking, could it be possible that the princess came here dressed like this just to deliver a pot of wine? But didn't Sanniang say that the princess wanted to test the prince? Then she should at least stay and observe for a while.
Huan'er realized that he was confused and stared at the other person's back along the way, and then followed him back to the backyard in confusion.
After returning to the backyard, Qingwan didn't tell them to do anything else. He only asked her and the two girls she brought to go down to rest. After leaving a lamp for herself, she also went to lie down on the bed.
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The night breeze suddenly picked up, and the breeze was still welcoming and welcoming, and the lights were brightly lit.
On the other side, in the elegant room in the front yard, everyone had almost eaten. When they were about to leave, they saw the city guard standing up, holding a girl in his arms, and gestured to Qu Nishang: "It's rare for the Ninth Prince to come to Yun
The city is inspecting, and Miss Nishang must greet me well."
Qu Nishang glanced in the direction of Ji Lanjin, and then said to the city guard with a shy face: "Your Majesty, I'm afraid Nishang won't have that blessing."
She had also heard some rumors about the people around her in the past two days. It was said that the Ninth Prince was beautiful and elegant. She also knew that he had been to Zui Qingfeng two days ago, but he was not a girl at all. At that time, she fainted
I'm a little curious. I want to know if there are really such people in the world.
When I saw him today, he was indeed a dragon and a phoenix among people, and I couldn't help but feel a little moved.
As an courtean who was drunk on the breeze, she was a wealthy woman, but she was still living in the dust of the world. Having sex with others would never last long, and in the end she had to find someone to marry. Knowing her family background and appearance, it was even more...
What's rare is that you don't dwell on beauty. If you can really be noticed by the other party, it can be regarded as a good source.