Prince Abandoned Concubine: Broth Ji Jiu'er

Chapter 566 Wanting to Return to Shangyang City (5)

"Help the old man up." Jiu'er turned around and said to Lianzhi, and then asked, "What's the matter? Did he rest so early?"

The old man was helped up by Lian Zhi, with a look of embarrassment on his face, "This... this... I beg your mother, let the servant go and report."

It was getting late, and Jiu'er didn't want to bother about it, so he nodded and went with the old man. After a while, he heard the screams of a few girls from inside, and then the old man came out to greet him, "Ma'am Please."

Jiu'er stepped into the courtyard, walked a few steps in and smelled the strong smell of rouge, Jiu'er frowned, followed the old man and continued to walk in, passing through a moon arch, the eyes suddenly lit up, and there was a pool of water in front of him, There are all kinds of lanterns floating on the water, so many that they almost cover a pool. On a windless and calm night, the candles on the lanterns are only flickering slightly.

Jiu'er walked to the edge of the pool and admired the beautiful scenery of the pool in amazement, when he suddenly heard the old man's voice, "Master Hou."

As soon as Jiu'er turned her head, she saw Xiao Liangchen leaning against the moon arch, wearing a black robe, both hands stopped in the movement of pulling the sleeves, and a pair of coquettish eyes looked at her dully.

Jiu'er smelled the smell of rouge in the air and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Liangchen suddenly came back to his senses, shook his head violently twice, pulled his sleeves with both hands and walked towards her, "Why are you here?"

"I happened to come out of the palace to see you." Jiu'er slapped the smell in front of his nose and teased him, "Is it because I came at the wrong time and disturbed your good business?"

Xiao Liangchen's strange face turned red, "What a good thing, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"You even changed your clothes?" Jiu'er teased.

Xiao Liangchen suddenly put his sleeves in front of her, and loudly argued for himself, "Nonsense, just now the old manager said you were here, and I spilled wine on me when I was happy, so I had to change my clothes. It still smells like wine."

A face was tense, as serious as a chaste martyr.

(End of this chapter)