slave seven seven

Chapter 22 Long Live the Emperor

"..." Qi Qi was even more silent.

"Yunlei, Qiqi." Xiao Yin'er's figure appeared inappropriately, her tone was so soft that she couldn't hear any joy or anger. She knew about Yunlei and Cai'er, but how long did it take to be with Qiqi...

What made Qi Qi even more surprised was that Xiao Yin'er was still following Xia Houling with a gloomy expression behind her. Yun Lei hurriedly knelt down to say hello, but seeing that Qi Qi was still standing still, he hurriedly pulled her to kneel down.

Seeing their nervousness, Xiao Yin'er felt a little embarrassed, so she could only laugh, "I just accompany Brother Ling to wander around Chenxiang Garden..."

Xia Houling lowered her eyes and glanced coldly at the two people kneeling on the ground, "I said that the mansion is full of smog. It turns out that the servants gave it to each other in private."

"Master..." Yunlei's face turned purple, and he was anxious to explain.

"Go down and get twenty sticks each." Xia Houling took another look at the letter tightly held in the little servant's hand, and knew what it was without asking, and said calmly, "Destroy the letter by the way, and it's all very well-behaved." .”

"Brother Ling?" Xiao Yin'er looked at Xia Houling's gloomy face unexpectedly, wasn't he in a good mood just now.

"Go back, don't go shopping."

Xia Houling shook his sleeves and left, leaving behind Qiqi who kept her head down and Yunlei who wanted to cry but not tears.

After twenty sticks were beaten, Qi Qi was bedridden again, listening to Cai'er babbling in and out every day, and the New Year's Eve passed by like this, and by the time she was able to go down to the ground, it would be Xia Houling's [-]th birthday , the mansion was bustling with banquets for officials.

It was night, the red lanterns were hung high, the Xiangguo Mansion was full of people, and the servants holding birthday gifts kept shuttling between the courtyards.Qi Qi was dragged to the front hall by Cai'er, and there was a dark group of people kneeling towards the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, a stone road was densely packed, Xia Houling was at the front, followed by all the civil and military officials, and behind them were the servants. people.

"Long live the emperor, long live!"

(End of this chapter)