Yi'er stretched out his hand, gently scratched the tip of her nose, and said, "Don't be too playful. Be careful, mother will worry."
Xiao Mianmian nodded obediently, her bright black eyes very painful, "I know, brother."
Yi'er just fell down, but her eyes were always paying attention to the tree.
I was afraid that my sister would be blown down by a gust of wind.
Du Wanchun patted the chair beside him and said, "Yier, sit down and rest."
Yi'er turned around and sat next to Du Wanchun.
Mr. Yuan turned his head and saw that the tea had been finished, and ordered the maid beside him: "Go and make another pot of tea."
"Yes, sir." The little maid saluted, turned around with the empty teapot, and prepared to leave. ?.?????.???
As soon as the little maid left the backyard, she bumped into the assassin who happened to be walking this way.
The assassin was dressed as a young man, so the little maid did not suspect him for a moment. After letting him make way, he continued to walk towards the kitchen.
"Wait a minute." The assassin took two steps and called to her.
The little maid turned back, "What's the matter?"
The assassin said: "Are you going to make tea?"
The little maid responded: "That's right."
The assassin raised his head and looked around, seeing no one. When the little maid was not paying attention, he knocked her out with a palm, then tied her up and threw her behind the rockery. He picked up the teapot and walked towards the yard where Du Wanchun and the others were. Go.
Du Wanchun was talking to Mr. Yuan about Dong'er, "Sir, Dong'er is not young anymore. Ruiyuan and I plan to let her out of the palace and prepare to give her a marriage."
Mr. Yuan's hands trembled when he heard it, as if it was a great happy event falling from the sky, "Your Majesty, this..."
After he finished speaking, his eyes secretly glanced at Dong'er beside Du Wanchun.
Dong'er lowered her head, her cheeks red.
After hesitating for a moment, Mr. Yuan asked tentatively: "Your Majesty and the Emperor, to which family do you plan to marry Dong'er?"
Although Du Wanchun had mentioned this to him on the boat before, he still didn't dare to think about it. He was not sure whether Dong'er also had feelings for him.
Today he accidentally bumped into Dong'er in the backyard. He wanted to say a few words to her, but unexpectedly she lowered her head and ran away secretly.
He was afraid that he was being sentimental, so he asked Du Wanchun like this.
Du Wanchun arched his eyebrows and deliberately teased him: "Rui Yuan said that there is a new adult in the court recently. He is handsome and talented. More importantly, he does not dislike Dong'er's identity."
After hearing this, Mr. Yuan's face was immediately full of disappointment, and he lowered his eyes, "Miss Dong'er is the person close to the Queen, what else should he dislike?"
Du Wanchun added: "I also heard that the gentleman was born in a bitter cold and later became a gentleman to a wealthy family."
Mr. Yuan's face became even more depressed, his hands clenched into fists, and the cup in his hand was almost crushed by him.
Du Wanchun watched secretly and continued: "That gentleman is deeply loved by the emperor and was given a new house as a reward."
Mr. Yuan lowered his head, obviously a little sentimental.
Du Wanchun stood up and asked him, "Do you know where that house is?"
Mr. Yuan looked solemn and shook his head.
Du Wanchun slowly turned around in a circle, "What a coincidence, it's right here."
Mr. Yuan was suddenly startled and looked up at Du Wanchun, his eyes full of shock and surprise.
"Empress?"
Du Wanchun smiled and said: "It's right here, this is the Yuan Mansion."
Mr. Yuan understood instantly, smiled happily, and turned to look at Dong'er.
Dong'er was looking at him, and the two looked at each other, with tenderness in their eyes.
Du Wanchun looked at the two of them, slightly in a trance.
Yi'er and Yu'er went to the house very wisely.
Little Mianmian held her hands in her hands, eating pastries and looking at the scenery.
At this time, the assassin pretended to be a servant and walked towards them carrying a teapot, "Sir, Madam, here comes the tea."
Mr. Yuan looked at the strange man in front of him, a little confused, but he had no doubts. His mansion was new, and many of the servants and servants in it were also new, so it was normal for him to not recognize everything for a while.
He asked the assassin: "Why is it you, where is Qiuling?"
Qiuling was the one who was knocked unconscious just now
