On this day, the wind was beautiful and the sun was shining, and in the east corner of the market, a horse-drawn carriage was slowly galloping. The person driving www.biquge.info the car was a young man with starry eyes, a dignified appearance, and a tall and majestic man, and I saw that he was wearing a dark green robe, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and he was actually Murong Zhuo, the owner of the Yanmiao Palace.

Next to the carriage, there were a few men on horseback who were not fast or slow, and I saw a middle-aged man headed by a housekeeper, dressed as a housekeeper, not tall and strong, shrewd and capable, and at first glance he was a hidden master, it was Wu Zhiyuan, the butler of Wu. It's just that at this moment, Wu Zhiyuan seemed to be a little absent-minded, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was in a trance.

The people riding horses behind Wu Zhiyuan were six young guards with swords at their waists, with awe-inspiring expressions, strong postures, and dark robes. I can't help but ask, Murong Zhuo and their line are vast, where are they going?

At this time, above the carriage, a goose-yellow shadow shone brightly, especially dazzling. Her face is covered with goose yellow light veil, her hair is obliquely decorated with hostas, her eyebrows are clear, and she is graceful, which is Nangong Yi, the hostess of Yanmiao Palace. On her left and right are two girls, Xiaohe and Xiaoqing. The two little girls were about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicate and cute, smart and clever, and both wore peach-colored clothes.

At this time, Xiaohe, the personal girl who listened to the marriage, said: "Miss, you see how much the palace master cares about you, let go of the matter of the Yanmiao Palace, and specially accompany the young lady to the 'Appreciation Yang Pavilion', Miss is so blessed, Xiaohe is envious to death." ”

Another girl, Xiao Qing, also said in a loud voice: "That's it, madam, I have been living in the Appreciation Pavilion for at least three months, I heard that the climate of the Appreciation Pavilion is as warm as spring, and there are flowers in full bloom, Xiao Qingguang likes it when she thinks about it." ”

Nangong Yi said: "The last time I went to the Yang Pavilion was last winter, Brother Zhuo was afraid that I would be cold in the Yanmiao Palace, so he specially purchased this Yang Pavilion. This back and forth delay, two worries, really busy Brother Zhuo. ”

Xiaohe quipped: "Miss, who told the palace master of the Yanmiao Palace to like my young lady?"

"It's really poor, if you talk nonsense, I'll send you back to Nangong's house. Nangong Yi glanced at Xiaohe, pretending to be angry, but his eyes involuntarily glanced out of the car curtain. Through the thick car curtain, I can vaguely see the sturdy figure of her husband Murong Zhuo.

Suddenly, the curtain of the car was lifted from outside, and a majestic male voice came: "Yiyi, there are many stalls selling exquisite jewelry and hot food on the street, do you want to come down and take a look?"

Murong Zhuo and Nangong Yi just looked at each other, Nangong Yi didn't feel shy, and said, "Oh, no, let's hurry, I want to return to the Yang Pavilion as soon as possible." ”

"Well, it's about two days away. Murong Zhuo raised a warm smile, lowered the curtain of the carriage, exhaled softly, and continued to drive the carriage.

Xiaohe suddenly asked: "Miss, we have been out of the Smoke Palace for some days, did you say that you would meet Ling Shaoxia and Miss Liu on the road?"

Xiaoqing said: "How can there be such a coincidence, Ling Shaoxia doesn't know where it is, we are going to Xiangyang Pavilion, how can we meet it?"

Nangong unconsciously stroked the light veil on the right side of her face, and said gently: "I haven't seen you for more than two months, and I miss Sister Fei'er a lot, if only I knew where she was." ”

Xiao He said: "Miss, why don't you wait for the time to get out of the car and rest, Xiao He will go and ask Steward Wu to ask him to ask someone to inquire about Ling Shaoxia's whereabouts." ”

"Still don't. Nangong Yi said: "Didn't you see that Steward Wu was in a bad mood these days?"

Xiaoqing said: "Steward Wu is in a bad mood these days every month, and it's nothing new. He will definitely do what Madame tells him. ”

"Xiaoqing, you are not allowed to say that about Uncle Wu. Nangong Yi scolded Xiaoqing.

Xiaohe, who listened to it, asked curiously: "Miss, what do you say is wrong with Steward Wu? Isn't it just that I received a letter from my hometown in the countryside, and I need to be so depressed and entangled in contradictions?"

Nangong Yi said: "Once, Brother Zhuo also asked Uncle Wu if there was anyone in the countryside who needed money, so Brother Zhuo took a silver tael and asked Uncle Wu to go home to visit. ”

Xiaohe asked, "Then did Steward Wu go back?"

Nangong Yi said: "Uncle Wu went back, and he returned to Yanmiao Palace after staying in his hometown in the countryside for a day, and said that there was nothing wrong at home, but he missed his wife who had been dead for many years." ”

Xiaoqing asked puzzledly, "Madam, what other relatives does Wu Guan have in his hometown?"

Nangong Yi said: "I vaguely heard Brother Zhuo say that Uncle Wu still has a daughter, but she has been married for many years, and she lives happily with her husband, and Uncle Wu doesn't worry too much about her." ”

The clever Xiaohe chuckled: "I know this, Steward Wu's daughter is like a young lady following the palace master, and her life is very happy and happy, so Master Nangong doesn't worry about Miss." ”

Nangong Yi pinched Xiaohe's delicate cheeks, and said coquettishly: "You ghost girl, you are poor again, when you go back to your parents' house that day, I will throw you at home and not take you back to Yanmiao Palace." ”

Xiaoqing asked curiously, "Madam, who sent the letter that Steward Wu received?"

Xiao He squinted at Xiao Qing and said, "Xiao Qing, are you 'Bao Di'? Other people's affairs, why do you want to know so much? Let Steward Wu know, he will be unhappy again." Since he does not say anything, let us not ask more, lest we add to our troubles. ”

Xiaoqing was robbed of white for a while, lowered her head, looked embarrassed, and said, "Madam, Xiaoqing knows that she is wrong." ”

Nangong Yi affectionately pulled Xiaohe and Xiaoqing's thin arms, and said with a smile: "The two of you, one chatters ghosts and elves all day long, and the other is delicate and thoughtful, and the two of them also talk a few words from time to time, with the two of you by my side, these three months must be very lively." But ......"

Xiaohe exclaimed, "But what, Miss?"

Nangong Yi said: "We don't have to guess their men's thoughts, and don't worry about men's affairs." Especially you, Xiaohe, have been laughing and laughing with me since you were a child, you don't speak through your brain, you can't say anything in front of me, you have to be a little restrained in front of the housekeeper and the palace guards. If it's wrong, they still think that I, the lady, have some opinion on them. If because of this, there is a gap between them and Brother Zhuo, how can they still faithfully assist Brother Zhuo, then Brother Zhuo will not be happy, do you understand?"

Xiao Qing said respectfully: "Yes, madam, Xiao Qing understands." ”

Xiaohe said: "Miss, you said it was still for the palace master, my young lady is infatuated......"

Nangong ignored Xiaohe's words, looked at the car curtain with a smile in his eyes, and was deeply immersed in happiness.

Xiaohe is also a well-informed person, Nangong Yi told her, she will definitely know. It's just that Xiaohe has grown up with Nangong Yi since she was a child, and her friendship has long been very deep, in front of her, Xiaohe naturally doesn't care so much when she speaks.

At noon, in a deserted outskirts, Murong Zhuo and his party got off their horses and rested in a pavilion. The six guards stood by the grass not far from the pavilion, Xiao He and Xiao Qing were munching on dry food while chattering and making noise by the grass, and Murong Zhuo and Nangong had some space to be alone and whisper.

In the pavilion, Murong Zhuo helped his wife to sit down and said, "Yiyi, I've been running all the way, and I've worked hard." ”

Nangong leaned on her husband's chest and said gently: "Brother Zhuo, I'm fine, thinking of the beautiful scenery of Xiangyang Pavilion, I wish I could get there early." ”

Murong Zhuo said: "You are pregnant with a child now, and the carriage should not be bumpy, so our carriage is very slow, but we have to be more aggrieved." (To be continued.) )