Splendid peasant girl busy farming

Chapter 3579 Visit
After listening to what Luo Fengtang said about the recent situation of Princess Nine, Yang Ruoqing also sighed lightly.

She knew that he had never been very interested in these other people's affairs, let alone deliberately inquired about a widowed princess. He must have learned about it from Qi Xingyun when he went to the East Palace today to ask Qi Xingyun to borrow the manor from Qi Xingyun.

"Qi Xingyun and this Ninth Princess should have a certain friendship, otherwise the Ninth Princess would not have given the manor to Qi Xingyun to take care of it." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "It should be. What I told you just now about the Ninth Princess was also told to me by the way when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince talked about the manor today."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Since Qi Xingyun may or may not have told you that the real owner of the manor is Princess Nine with you here,"

"Then, out of emotion and reason, I think it is necessary to go to the Ninth Princess to thank her." She said.

Luo Fengtang hesitated for a while, and said: "I'm sure it's inconvenient, I'll have to trouble you, Qing'er."

Yang Ruoqing rolled his eyes at him, "Fool, she's a widowed princess, even if you are still alive, this kind of thanking and going around must be done by a woman like me!"

Luo Fengtang smiled.

Yang Ruoqing said again: "This princess Jiu is a fan of mine. Now that she is confined in the mansion, life must be very boring."

"When I go there, I will bring her a novel by the way to relieve her fatigue."

The "Dream of Red Mansions", which carried Cao Xueqin, also had a perfect finale in this time and space. According to Zuo Junmo, a group of idiots and women cried at the ending.

Due to the excellent sales, many fans are looking forward to her next novel.

So in the past six months, Yang Ruoqing was able to spare some free time every day to write her second novel after being reunited with her son.

The second novel is naturally a copy of the novels she read in her previous life, and in order to make her writing more vivid and attractive, she also specially selected those that were made into TV dramas to copy.

So, on this trip to Beijing, in addition to her wine-making skills, she also brought a thick novel.

It was a lonely copy that I copied by myself. It was originally intended to be handed over to Mrs. Han, the great bookseller in the capital who cooperated with Zuo Junmo, and the wife of the former Ge Lao.

Now that she has the flowers and fruits in a manor as big as Princess Jiu, Yang Ruoqing plans to give this novel to Princess Jiu.

The name of the novel is: "Feng Shen Bang"

……

Passed the post to Princess Jiu, and within two days, Princess Jiu sent someone to pick Yang Ruoqing over to the house.

This is the first time Yang Ruoqing has entered the residence of Princess Nine.

I don't know if it's because the Ninth Princess closed the door to thank guests for a year and hardly interacted with the outside world, or because the male master of the mansion, You Consort, died.
The mansion is full of lifelessness, with obvious yin and yang decline, and there is a feeling of desolation and depression everywhere.

The mansion is very large, the courtyard is deep, one layer after another.

The trees planted on the roadside are also of excellent varieties, and all kinds of carved railings and painted buildings, jade street stone ladders and so on are also very elegant.

It can be seen how much care was put into the dowry mansion for the only direct daughter when the Queen of Korea was alive.

It's just that time has passed, things have changed, people have changed, and without the nourishment of popularity, even the best objects and furnishings are lifeless.

Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath, followed a nun through the deep courtyard, and arrived at the door of Ninth Princess Qi Aoshan's bedroom.

"Madam Zhongyong, please wait here, let the slaves go in and report to the princess."

The nanny who led the way said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing bowed slightly to show her gratitude.

Mammy went into the house to report, Yang Ruoqing stood on the porch of the bedroom, her eyes swept across the secluded small courtyard.

Chrysanthemums are blooming in the small yard.

A swing frame hangs under a camphor tree.

It's just that the swing stand is covered with fallen leaves. It's been a long time since its owner has no interest in sitting on it.

Turning his gaze to another place, he found that there were many flower pots of different sizes and heights in the small yard.

But the flower pots are all empty, obviously Jiu Gongzhu is a person who likes flowers and plants, but now, the flowers and plants in this yard are all barren...

"Mrs. Zhongyong, the princess welcomes you."

The nanny who went in to report earlier came out again, and pulled up the curtain respectfully.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly, turned around and straightened her dress, raised her hand to lightly smooth the hairpin on her head, and then stepped into the door.

……

When her figure disappeared behind the door curtain, on the side of the leaky flower wall, someone looked back reluctantly.

His tall and tall figure was leaning against the flower wall, and his purple robe added a bit of sparkle to his dignity.

Wearing the purple jade crown on the top of his hair, he revealed a dignified face with sword eyebrows and star eyes. The domineering arrogance of a king and the infatuation of a man were contradictoryly entangled in his eyes. His sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if there were thousands of emotions melancholy.

"His Royal Highness, it's almost time, and it's time to return to the palace."

The servant came over quietly and reminded me softly.

Qi Xingyun nodded slightly, and when he left, he couldn't help but turn around again, looked over the hollow in the middle of the flower wall to the door of the bedroom, and then turned and left...

In Qi Aoshan's bedroom, there was a faint cold fragrance.

When Yang Ruoqing came in, she immediately saw a futon under the window to the north. Qi Aoshan, who was dressed in blue, was sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a string of sandalwood beads between her fingers.

This is... taking refuge in my Buddha?

Suspicion flashed in her heart, Yang Ruoqing came to the vicinity of Ruantao, leaned over to bless Qi Aoshan, and softly called: "Ninth Princess."

Qi Aoshan slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw Yang Ruoqing standing in front of her, a gleam of light flashed in Qi Aoshan's stagnant eyes.

"Mrs. Luo, please sit down." She raised her hand, with a faint smile on her face.

Yang Ruoqing thanked her, and sat down on a chair next to her, her eyes fell on Qi Aoshan in front of her.

"I haven't seen you for nearly two years, Princess Jiu has lost a lot of weight." Yang Ruoqing said.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Yang Ruoqing wouldn't have dared to look at this thin, haggard woman in plain clothes,
In the depths of my memory, I was confused with the proud girl of heaven who always wore a red dress and flaunted her bright eyes like a flame.

"However, from the looks of Princess Jiu, the temperament between her brows has matured a lot." Yang Ruoqing continued.

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Qi Aoshan smiled wryly and raised her hand to touch her face, "Hey, I used to be young and ignorant of worldly affairs, but now, this growth has happened overnight. Aoshan's loneliness made Mrs. Luo laugh!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head lightly: "Princess Jiu's words are wrong. No one can always be a carefree girl, and I am the same. I think my son was stolen by gangsters when he was a baby. For seven years, I was like living in hell." !"

"But if you get over it, the clouds will bloom and the moon will shine. As long as you are alive, there is hope for everything!"

(End of this chapter)