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Ling Zihan led Qing Bo through the Chang Qiu Ju Corridor.

In order to welcome their arrival, both sides were filled with chrysanthemums of various colors, colorful and colorful.

There were several pots of rare species that could only be encountered but could not be found, and Ling Xianghua actually found them with great care.

It can be seen from this that Ling Xiang put a lot of thought into having his two daughters return to Ning at the same time.

Aren't you afraid that because of this extravagance, the censor of Dali Temple will take a copy of it?

"Wow, this is my first time seeing Luju."

"Me too, I didn't expect that these autumn chrysanthemums, besides yellow and white, are also green and purple."

"Look, look, that red pot is so beautiful! That flower shape, that color..."

The few maids following behind were chattering and their eyes were attracted to the pots of strange flowers. However, this is probably also a characteristic of women, who are always attracted by beautiful things.

Ling Zihan, the master, was quite indulgent of his slaves, so he ignored them and walked forward angrily.

Just halfway through, I suddenly heard Ling Qingbo, who had remained silent, call out, "Sister!"

Ling Zihan stopped her steps and turned her face to look at Qing Bo.

But I saw him pointing in the distance, "Sister, there are no monsters, monsters!"

monster?

Feeling that his fingers gripping the hem of her clothes were getting tighter and tighter, Ling Zihan stretched out her hand and patted the back of his hand to signal him to relax. She glanced in the direction he was pointing and smiled: "There are no monsters.

That's a woman."

A very frivolous and gorgeous woman dressed in red and green clothes. Although her face couldn't be seen clearly, she could see the figure outlined by the tight-fitting dress that made the man's blood flow, passing through the trees.

If I remember correctly, there should be a trail over there, leading to a banquet place not far from Baihua.

A place for entertaining guests? Don't tell her that the woman just now is today's guest.

"Princess, Mr. Qingbo, that woman is not an ordinary woman." Following behind, a bold girl seemed to have heard what they said, and she blessed Ling Zihan and the others and spoke first.

Ling Zihan looked at the girl and vaguely remembered her name, Nan'er.

I heard that she was one of the four girls who used to be with Xuanyuan Huang. Because of Bei'er's incident, she was implicated. Later, by chance, Xuanyuan Huang selected a girl for Ling Zihan to serve in the main hospital, and Ling Zihan

I casually ordered the original four

The remaining three maids, and a second-class maid Zhong'er who seemed extremely honest and loyal, were added. After passing the test, they took over the work of the main courtyard as the new eldest maid. For the three maids from East, West and South, they also

All the hard work has finally come to an end.

However, this time when she returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Ling Zihan brought Nan'er with her. The reason was very simple. Like Jinghao, she was very popular, especially taking care of Ling Qingbo, and Qingbo seemed to like him quite a lot.

However, the current Ling Zihan doesn't know what Qing Bo's "like" for Nan'er means.

"Oh? How unusual?" Ling Zihan glanced at the trees over there again. Under the scattered shadows of the trees, the figure had gone away. But between her lowered eyes, she seemed to see another figure.

Plump, round, and has the charm of a woman. Familiar, yet strange.

It's her!

Ling Zihan frowned slightly, her eyes flickered, and she looked up again, but she didn't see that figure again.

How could it be? Could it be that because of hearing the news Liu Yun brought, he had hallucinations?

Blinking her eyes, Ling Zihan reached out and rubbed it, but when she looked again, it was still empty.

I thought to myself, maybe I was just too tired.

At this time, the words of Nan'er and another girl came to my ears.

"She is a famous actress in the Liyuan troupe in Beijing, and the mainstay of the Rongqing troupe among the three major opera troupes. However, compared to the four famous actors in the other two troupes, she is much inferior."

"What a famous actress. Everyone outside says she is a vixen who is the best at seducing people. I don't know how many princes and grandsons in the whole capital have slept with her. I really don't know why I invited her to such a nice banquet!"

Two voices came in tandem. Compared to Na Nan'er's explanation and Daukou's careless rhetoric, it seemed much more vulgar, making the few maids behind him blush unconsciously.

"Kudhao, where have you been? I asked you to keep an eye on Qingbo. You can take some time off and run away."

Daukou walked up and said a few words in Ling Zihan's ear.

"That's it," Ling Zihan looked at Qing Bo thoughtfully, reached out to touch his head, and pushed him towards Dou Kao. "Take him to the powdery side. I can rest assured that you are here.

"

"But Miss, you..."

"It's okay, Liu Yun should have caught up with him." Zhuan looked at the pretty maids behind him and added, "Besides, I still have Nan'er and the others waiting on me here, and they're looking at each other.

No one in this government has the courage to kill someone here."

Daukou thought about it and felt it was right, so she stopped arguing and agreed with Ling Zihan's statement. She put her arms around Ling Qingbo, blessed her, and left with Qingbo.

The little girls didn't know that they were singing a show. They looked at each other and communicated with each other with their eyes. They glanced at Ling Zihan from time to time. On the other hand, the eldest maid Nan'er was extremely calm. A single look made the maids behind her...

They gathered their thoughts and lowered their heads, as if they had made some big mistake.

"Let's go, it's not far away from the main courtyard."

It was not that Ling Zihan didn't know what the maids were thinking, but by nature she didn't like to care about what others thought, and she didn't care about their increasingly curious looks at her. She simply gave an instruction and walked forward on her own.

The maids became even more curious. Isn't it the brother and sister's business to go to the main courtyard to offer incense? Why, for the elder sister, it was obvious that the female officer had taken her younger brother away, and she made it sound as if something bad would happen to her. This was

The Prime Minister's Mansion, it's unlikely anything will really happen. If something does happen, what will they...what will they do?

In the eyes of others, what may be a rainy day idea has already appeared in their mind.

Several maids refused to leave at first, but seeing Nan'er catch up and hold up Ling Zihan's hand, they had no choice but to follow her. Seeing that they were hospitalized, the journey was peaceful, especially the servants of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

They were very polite. When they saw them passing by, they stopped all the way to salute. Some of them were not just greetings, but also gave big salutes. Their "respectful" look was, to put it bluntly, like they were seeing a ghost.

The maids gradually relaxed.

As we gradually approached the main courtyard, everything in front of us was so bright and dazzling.

The courtyard is surrounded by layers of plum trees. Among the scattered shadows of the trees, the red wall and green tiles can be seen. The branches and leaves sway in the wind, making the forbidden wall seem to be moving, but it does not give a very graceful scene.

In front of the door, two auspicious Kirin beasts that guard the house squat on two stone piers, looking majestic.

The cinnabar gate looked even more dazzling under the sunlight. The bright red color was specially approved by Emperor Chen for their use. It was a red tribute from the Bohai Kingdom. It was slightly darker than cinnabar and mixed with gold powder.

, the production process is complicated and the output is small, it can be called an extremely luxurious thing to use to paint the door. But Emperor Chen still insisted on letting Ling Zihan use this kind of paint, saying that only this kind of red can be called

The identity of "Mrs. of the Country".

When she learned about this, Ling Zihan was also very surprised, and she became even more suspicious. Why was Emperor Chen so interested in Chu Mingzhu?

Pushing the door open, Ling Zihan looked at the house that had been demolished and rebuilt, the newly built lotus pond, and the attached pavilions, courtyards, and garden pavilions around the main courtyard. Most of them were still under construction, but they were vaguely visible.

The prototype can be seen. However, the main courtyard is still extremely messy.

"Young...Princess. I didn't know that the princess was coming, so I missed the welcome. Please forgive me." From a distance, a man in green clothes came up with a roll of drawings. He opened his mouth to call the young master, but because of

The few unfamiliar faces behind her made her swallow.

"I didn't inform you beforehand, so what's your fault? Get up. I heard that the main house has been built. I want to come to pay homage to the lady of the country and offer her a stick of incense."

Ling Zihan glanced at the man who was saluting indifferently, her face was indifferent, as if she was meeting a stranger, but the look in her eyes was more pleasant.

This man can be regarded as Ling Zihan's confidant. He is the leader of the Four Dragons, Zhong Yu. He is also Rouge's husband. He is a very trustworthy person. Therefore, Ling Zihan boldly "renovated" the main courtyard.

The matter with Baihuayuan was left to him. But not

I don’t know why, the affairs of these two courtyards are so worthy of attention. Not only did the prime minister intervene, sending construction workers, hiring many skilled craftsmen, and even the one who was bleeding heavily paid for it, the unpredictable Chen Emperor also got involved.

When combined, the red paint is his handiwork.

What’s even more strange is that Du Mengxian, who under the banner of Prime Minister Ling, comes from time to time to “supervise the work”, even if he comes to take a look during the day, he often climbs over the wall in the middle of the night, and rides the dark moon and high wind to toss and turn in the yard.

I didn't know what to look for.

According to Zhong Yu's report, in addition to the three people who behaved abnormally, the yard construction was too expensive, and there were also many thieves who always liked to make trouble on the construction site. Zhong Yu monitored it many times, but those people

Each time they returned disappointed, which made him even more sure of what they were looking for.

Avoiding many craftsmen, Ling Zihan entered the main house with Zhong Yu leading the way. There were incense burners and tributes placed on the horizontal table in the main hall. The sandalwood in the incense burner was still burning. Looking at the incense ashes, it seemed that they had been accumulated for a long time.

On the wall directly above, there is a portrait of Chu Mingzhu.

The lifelike woman looked far away into the distance. Her bright red eyes were as blurred as blood, but they were the finishing touch of the whole painting. In the words of the wet nurse that day, when I looked at the painting, I felt that my mother would walk out of the painting.

It's the same as when it came out, still bright and charming, still graceful.

But anyone who sees this painting for the first time will feel scared. Just look at the few little girls behind Ling Zihan. Except for Nan'er, all of them were trembling with fear. The most hopeless one actually knelt down.

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Nan'er, on the other hand, looked at the painting indifferently, then turned her head to Ling Zihan for a while.

Like, it’s almost carved out of the same mold!

"Princess, please light some incense."

Zhong Yu looked at the maids behind Ling Zihan. They didn't cry, make trouble, scream, or faint. They were pretty good. But his eyes finally fell on Nan'er, and there was a hint of mischievous playfulness in his eyes.
To be continued...