The first day I moved into Qiyun Pavilion, it was quiet and undisturbed.
The second day after moving into Qiyun Pavilion, it was calm and no one came to the door.
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The tenth day of living in Qiyun Pavilion was, well... exactly the same as the previous nine days.
Except for their master and servant, no one set foot in Qiyun Pavilion.
Even the few ant nests in the flowers under the tree, Mandong saw that they were related to each other.
Damn it, she thought to herself, her great ambition was about to die before it could even begin.
Lu Qing, however, looked calm, leaning against the window and doing needlework while bathing in the sunshine.
She had not lived such a leisurely life for many years. Before moving into Qiyun Pavilion, she told herself to make progress and not to die too early.
After only a few days of leisure time, she was already addicted to it.
After squatting and counting ants for a while, Mandong still couldn't help but ask: "Aren't you in a hurry?"
As soon as she asked, Lu Qing knew what she was talking about. But this matter is indeed out of her control. If it were her turn to control it, she would have to trap Prince Jin in Qiyun Pavilion day and night until she was pregnant with the child.
After all, for all the women of King Jin, pampering and children are the foundation of their lives in the backyard.
"There's no point in being anxious, I'm just a concubine."
Man Dong was troubled, yes, the prince is not a puppet at the mercy of others, who can do anything to him?
"Then... let's think of a solution?"
It's impossible to just sit back and wait for death. In that case, Qiyun Pavilion will not be able to accommodate them sooner or later.
Seeing Mandong worrying about herself, Lu Qing found it funny. For some reason, Lu Qing felt confident: "Opportunities will always come."
She could feel that Yan Fuguang would not leave her to gather dust in Qiyun Pavilion.
A month has passed, and Qiyun Pavilion has turned from a high-profile target at the beginning to a small transparency in the palace's backyard.
Mandong came back with a food box, his brows furrowed so hard he could kill a fly.
"Are you being embarrassed again? Thank you for your hard work. Originally, all these malicious intentions were directed at me, but it happened that I was hiding in Qiyun Pavilion..."
After a month of getting along, Mandong not only regarded Luqing as his master, but also classified her into the rare category of a good friend.
Hearing what Lu Qing said, Mandong turned around and said, "They are all scornful! They will know how powerful you are when you make a good comeback! We have many opportunities, who is afraid of whom!"
Lu Qing sighed. In fact, she couldn't sit still.
The month she stayed in Qiyun Pavilion was very relaxing and comfortable at first, but later on, the more leisurely she became, the more panicked she became.
She handed the exquisitely embroidered Ruyi purse to Man Dong: "Please help me give this to Aunt Zhong, just to say that I am grateful for her taking care of me in Hemingyuan."
Man Dong sincerely praised Lu Qing's embroidery skills, but then asked in confusion: "Why don't you just embroider the purse for the prince?"
Lu Qing thought of that man's indifferent expression and couldn't help but cursed. If she really embroidered a purse for him directly, I'm afraid she would have followed Tao Yu's footsteps.
Seeing that she didn't want to say more, Mandong quickly put the question behind him and found a moment to hand over the purse to Aunt Zhong.
Three days later, Yan Fuguang, who had not set foot in the backyard for more than a month, went to Qiyun Pavilion, and for a while he envied countless pairs of eyes.
Luqing is still dressed in tender green, elegant and refined.
Since Yan Fuguang stepped into Qiyun Pavilion, he had only glanced at her briefly, and there was nothing special about her after that.
Lu Qing is well aware of her status and does not dare to ask for too much. She only hopes that tonight will go well, so that her life in the backyard will be a little easier in the future, at least she will not only eat cabbage soup every day.
As soon as the people in the dining room heard that the prince had gone to Qiyun Pavilion, they brought the prepared tables over early.
Lu Qing stood next to Yan Fuguang and served him dishes, lingering on the exquisite dishes with his peripheral vision.
After the meal, Yan Fuguang took a short break and then got into the topic.
Lu Qing almost didn't use him for dinner because he knew the purpose of his visit and was afraid of making a fool of himself while serving and disgusting him.
There would have been no accidents, but Lu Qing forgot that she almost ate cabbage soup in a month, lost a lot of weight, and her physical strength was not as good as before.
Therefore, Lu Qing was particularly lack of energy tonight, and even half an hour later she felt a little unable to hold on.
Yan Fuguang put on his clothes with a sullen face and returned to Hemingyuan, with no intention of staying the night.
Mandong sent the group of people away and went back to the house to push the half-dead Lu Qing. He looked anxious and said, "Please wake up quickly. The prince is already gone. It's only been half an hour. Why is the prince gone..."
Lu Qing was so hungry that her chest pressed against her back. The moment she stood up from the bed, her eyes were completely dark, and she couldn't care less about who was leaving and who was staying.
"Good Mandong, please take care of me first, I'm going to starve to death..."
The green hills were preserved without having to worry about the lack of firewood. Human life was the most important thing. Without saying a word, Mandong rushed to the dining room and brought a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
After a bowl of noodles, Lu Qing regained her strength.
While taking a shower, she recalled her poor performance and began to feel uneasy.
Mandong found an outlet at this time. She stopped Lu Qing from doubting herself and said plausibly: "It's not your responsibility, it's those dogs in the kitchen. After eating their food for a month, you are worse than when you first came to Qiyun Pavilion." I lost a lot of weight when I was pregnant, can’t you help but struggle?”
Lu Qing blinked: "Is that so?"
She has been a slave since she was a child. If anything happens, she will only look for problems on herself. The master is absolutely infallible.
But Mandong's words were clear and reasonable.
For a moment, Lu Qing was confused.
It wasn't until she returned to bed after taking a shower that Lu Qing remembered the crux of the matter: "Is the prince angry?"
Mandong recalled the situation at that time and admitted: "The face is really ugly and scary."
Lu Qing had no choice but to lean on her bent knees and let out a long sigh.
No matter who was responsible, it seemed like she didn't take advantage of the opportunity today.
"It's getting late, why don't you go to bed early?" Mandong is optimistic by nature and can't bear to see people depressed. She advised: "Things have already happened, why not go to bed early, maybe everything will be solved when you wake up?"
Understanding that she was trying to comfort him, Lu Qing curled up into a smile and nodded.
She really didn't mean it. Besides, as a prince, he wouldn't be as petty as a pinhead, would he?
Lu Qing tossed and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, before she woke up, she was disturbed by Mandong's jumping voice and opened her eyes.
"Don't sleep now, good news, good news!" Mandong opened the curtain and announced with a smile, "The prince is angry, but not with you, he is angry with those dogs in the dining room! The mansion is busy now, would you like to get up and take a look?"
Lu Qing was still confused and tilted her head, her eyes full of doubts.
Mandong explained enthusiastically: "Eunuch Fang went to the dining room this morning to lecture, and the cooks in charge were beaten. This must be the prince's intention!"
Luqing coughed twice and was about to ask a question when Mandong patted her back and explained: "The prince is not dissatisfied with you, but is dissatisfied with the harsh treatment of you by the dining room. Otherwise, how could there be such a coincidence? You said it was no?"
Lu Qing understood a little bit, but after asking carefully, he found that Yan Fuguang was just taking this opportunity to rectify the dining room.
How could it be because of her? It's just a dream.
