Inside Mingxia Residence, in a gilt-copper fumigation cage that is still new but not old, the silver frost charcoal burns quietly, occasionally making a soft beeping sound.
In the quiet main hall, except for the sound of the maid walking back and forth and the rustling of clothes when adding tea, there was only the sound of rustling books.
Han Qinglan didn't know whether it was because of the heat or because of a guilty conscience. Not long after she sat down, a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead.
But someone who thought he would be questioned was not only welcomed into the door with courtesy at the beginning, but was even greeted by the eldest princess, "Look at the table and serve tea."
But, what is the situation now? !
It was obvious that the eldest princess had no intention of talking to him, but she also didn't want to let him go... In other words, the master here was waiting for someone, and he was either a bait or a lamb to be slaughtered.
Han Qinglan quickly calmed down her thoughts, but she also couldn't laugh or cry at the same time.
Tsk, okay, you have good martial arts skills, but now you can only sit back and wait for death?
But before he could think of a proper way to escape, the people the eldest princess was waiting for had already arrived.
"Princess Princess."
"Your Highness."
Following a series of loud and small salutes from far to near, a petite yellow figure suddenly jumped into Han Qinglan's field of vision, like a beam of too dazzling sunlight bursting into the house from outside the slowly opened door.
"Mom, listen to me..."
The etiquette is simple, and before the person can stand up straight, Princess Danyang has already spoken sweetly.
However, just as she started talking, she suddenly realized that her own mother was not the only one in the room.
The words that I originally wanted to make a joke and act like a coquettish idiot to "rescue" Han Qinglan from the fire and water were completely stuck in my throat.
She could only face someone who also smiled dryly at her, slowly stood up and saluted, and returned the salute with the same stiff smile.
"Ahem, Master Han is here too."
While Na Na was talking nonsense, Danyang quickly and secretly took a look at his mother's face——
The dignified and gentle eldest princess was still sitting at the head, calm and not even moving her eyebrows. She was also not shaken at all by the slightly rude way in which her daughter appeared.
Especially, the book in my mother's hand is not the "Five Thousand Words" from the past, but Han Fei's!
Well, it seems that if she doesn't seize the opportunity now, let alone whether she will eat fried pork on bamboo boards today, she will definitely not have to think about her future plans!
Danyang secretly screamed, but his face quickly put on a cute smile.
"Mom, are you feeling unwell today?"
As he said this, he quickly walked towards the left side of the eldest princess in small steps.
He only took two steps, and his next step was pinned to the ground by a cold knife in the eye.
Danyang smiled sarcastically and stood in place honestly and upright.
On the other side, the other big living person in the room, Han Qinglan, who had been standing aside obediently pretending to be a wooden figure since the ceremony, moved his ears slightly and tried hard to suppress the raised corners of his mouth.
Tsk, I really didn’t realize that someone who is arbitrary outside, fearless and often comes up with evil ideas, actually has such a sweet side.
Although he kept his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart from beginning to end, he didn't dare to raise his eyelids even once. But with his martial arts skills, even if he only relied on the breath circulating in the room, even if no one spoke, he could guess the general situation.
Not to mention, Princess Danyang's overly emotional voice, apart from her expressions which he could not imagine, Han Qinglan almost felt as if he had witnessed the other party's every move.
I wonder what kind of expression Danyang would have if he mentioned today in the future?
Deep down in his heart, he regretted that he would not be able to see "this piece of wood" today, and he also estimated that there would be a period of time in the future when he would not even be able to get the answer to the question he just asked.
At the same time, Han Qinglan secretly decided that whenever there was a chance to speak, she would quickly apply oil on her soles and escape from this Shura field.
Although he felt a little sorry for Princess Danyang who came to save him, this could be regarded as cashing in to help, right?
Just as the thought flashed, I heard a cold voice coming from above my head, saying calmly:
"You made Master Han laugh. Please sit down."
Uh, are you still sitting? !
Han Qinglan raised her head and bowed respectfully to express her thanks, but a layer of cold sweat broke out on her back.
Today, I'm afraid I can't be kind anymore.
But what he didn't expect was that the pit waiting for him was not just the one in front of him.
When the eldest princess saw that everyone was here, she finally put down the book in her hand, straightened her already upright posture, and then spoke.
"It is a common saying that family scandals should not be made public. But Mr. Han is my daughter's husband, so he cannot be regarded as a complete outsider. Today, I have to ask you to send my daughter back home. I have to ask you to help me solve my doubts. If there is any neglect, , please forgive me Mr. Han."
As he spoke, he raised his eyebrows and bowed his head in the direction of Han Qinglan, nodding slightly.
When Han Qinglan saw this, she was so shocked that she immediately stood up and said "I don't dare", but she kept smiling bitterly in her heart.
Judging from the eldest princess's attitude, she could tell that he was colluding with Danyang and was going to launch an attack to investigate the crime?
Guilty, he secretly glanced at his "accomplice", only to see that the other person was looking back at him, and there seemed to be a hint of apologetic in his eyes.
Well, someone who has always treated him like a bull and a horse, or should I say, has never been polite to him since they first met, would one day feel guilty towards him?
While Han Qinglan was confused, she had a bad intuition in her heart. It's just that now it's hard to get off the tiger, and it's no longer possible to run away.
Danyang didn't wait for Han Qinglan to get up. Taking advantage of the eldest princess's words, Danyang said with a smile:
"Mom, you are getting heavier and heavier now. Leave such trivial matters to me and Aunt Zhou and others. Why bother for yourself and my younger brothers and sisters, right?"
After starting to talk, facing his mother's increasingly cold gaze, Danyang tried his best to maintain a relaxed and sweet smile, and quickly continued:
"I have to go to the palace these days. I rarely come to Mingxia Residence and I don't have time to tell my mother. My daughter often has nightmares recently. Although I can't remember the bizarre scenes clearly, I can't forget the uneasiness in my heart."
As he spoke, Danyang turned his head and stared at Han Qinglan for a moment, then turned back and looked up, while talking non-stop.
"After mentioning it by chance, I heard Mr. Han say that Dongjie Temple is very clever in interpreting dreams, so I asked someone to guide my daughter to get a fortune teller."
The eldest princess originally glared at her youngest daughter coldly with anger, but after hearing these words, she realized that this was probably an excuse made by her quirky daughter. But I can't help but be reminded of another thought. It's true that my home has been quite uneasy recently, and even the court...
My daughter has been very smart and perceptive since she was a child. Recently, she has always been in and out of the harem. Maybe it was because my daughter felt the turbulent waves in the dark without knowing it, and then thinking about her being pregnant with Liujia, she always had nightmares and couldn't feel at ease.
When I thought of this, my desire to teach others suddenly softened.
However, after she nodded in acquiescence to her daughter's "quibble" again, she didn't expect that her daughter's words did not stop there.
"So, mother, I have decided to go to Dongjie Temple to petition for you and copy the scriptures for a month. To show my sincerity, I will only take Zizhu with me. For safety, I rely on Mr. Han."
