After the figure was no longer visible, the old prince Xiahou put away the amiable fatherly expression on his face, took a sip of tea with a calm expression, and then looked at Lan Zhan.
"How is Shu'er doing lately?"
When he heard the concern that the old prince Xiahou felt from the bottom of his heart, Lan Zhan nodded and smiled slightly.
"She is very good, but she recently said that she misses the prince and wants to come back with him, but Mr.
Yu won't let her come back.
She can't.
She is afraid of causing Mr.
Mr.
Yu's violence and hurting you and me, so she can only bear the pain and continue to stay at Mr.
Prince Yu.
There."
When mentioning Young Master Yu, Lan Zhan gritted his teeth and wished he could eat that bastard alive to express his hatred.
When the old prince Xiahou heard this, he sighed.
"My son has suffered so much, please let me endure it any longer, as long as we all gather together."
He paused and didn't finish his next words, but Lan Zhan knew what he meant.
That thing is something they have been planning for many years.
At present, except for Shu'er's special physique, no one else can do it.
Even though he is heartbroken, there is nothing he can do at the moment.
As long as he succeeds, he will not lose it.
His Shuer The old prince of Xiahou looked at Lan Zhan's silent expression, stood up, walked to him, patted his shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "In order to help Shu'er lighten some of the burden, we need to find people with the same physique as Shu'er as soon as possible, and then send them to those people.
Collect the things as soon as possible.
Let's rush there as soon as possible to avoid long nights and many dreams.
I've been...
I feel very uneasy, as if something big is about to happen.
You know, my intuition has always been very accurate, just like back then.”
"clear."
Lan Zhan nodded.
He also believed in the intuition of Old Prince Xiahou.
After all, this man's intuition had never been wrong.
If he hadn't reminded himself back then, he would have become the dead soul of Jiuquan.
The two discussed again, then walked out of the front hall and disappeared into the Xiahou Mansion.
After they left, a girl squatting at the base of the wall munching fruit blinked and tilted her head, doubts flashing in her clear eyes.
What do you mean?
Why do I always feel like they want to make big things happen?
What is Xia Houshu's special physique?
Others can't do it.
Also, what is Xia Houshu collecting?
And only Xia Houshu’s special physique can collect it Also, who are those people?
Where are you going again?
What kind of chaos is this?
What about the n world that was promised to be full of lust?
Why do all these conspiracies appear?
Su Qian smashed his mouth, and suddenly felt that there were many obstacles on the road ahead, and the haze was so thick that people could not see the road ahead clearly. what to do How can I stop being so excited all of a sudden?
Suqian's eyes sparkled, and suddenly she was no longer so resistant to this extremely irritating task.
Maybe these two people and Xia Houshu were planning some big secret, right?
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What if this secret is something extraordinary and useful to her?
When she thought of this, Su Qian chuckled, and the depression she was holding in her heart was completely dissipated.
She stood up slowly while humming a little tune, wiping out the fruits she was nibbling in her hands.
She was thinking about how to go for a walk on the street and stock up on local specialties.
The little rice she had eaten before was full of vegetables.
Without any oil or water, it's like feeding a rabbit, not caring about whether it's full or not.
She wants to eat meat Want to eat meat "Miss, why are you standing here?
Are you lost?"
The maid who was preparing to leave the house with a basket of embroidery looked at Su Qian with some surprise, who was staring at a big tree without blinking.
The corner of her mouth twitched inexplicably.
She didn't know if it was her imagination.
I always feel that after the young lady came back this time, she was inexplicably, well, a little dull If they look at the noble lady in the past, they feel that it is blasphemy, just like the Nine Heavenly Immortals, which makes them feel ashamed and humble all the time.
They always want to hide far away and not be attracted by the sanctity of the lady.
The light shone on him in a miserable state.
And the current lady, inexplicably, feels like a lady, very down-to-earth, at least she will have her flaws, such as her perfect face that day, and her charming voice, she can be silent, she can...
Losing their temper, being sad and crying made them feel relieved.
No one would like a woman who always compares herself to the lowest level of dust.
Even if this woman is their lady, women’s jealous nature does not mean they don’t want them if they don’t want them.
Women don’t care about their status, abilities or talents.
No matter what, I always subconsciously feel jealous of those women who are prettier than me and more popular with men than me, but they are just of low status and dare not show it.
But now, I feel that the lady seems Well, how should I put it.
Well, in short, it's a very strange feeling, like, like a lady but not like a lady.
Unlike the young lady who didn't dare to blaspheme like the Nine Heavenly Immortals before, nor the young lady who loved herself, pitied herself, was sad and painful, she was very Oops, I can't tell.
Please forgive her for being a maid who is not knowledgeable enough and doesn't know a few Chinese characters.
She doesn't know how to describe the young lady in front of her.
Anyway, if she said it, she is better than the two young ladies in front of her, but they are obviously the same person, but It feels different, it's just weird.
I have to say that sometimes, women's sixth sense is much sharper than men's.
However, they were so limited that they didn't think much about it.
Over time, they forgot about that strange feeling and subconsciously thought it was their own illusion.
Su Qian glanced at the maid who was passing by and was about to go out.
With shining eyes, she walked to her with small lotus steps and stood next to her.
She pointed at the embroidery in the basket on her wrist.
It was obvious that she wanted to do something at the door. go.
The maid brought the embroidery closer to her face again and smiled slightly.
"The servants don't know how to do it, but they know some female embroidery.
They embroider some when they have nothing to do on weekdays, and then take them to Qin Fuzi's workshop and give them to the ladies."
The maid paused for a moment when she said this, and looked at Su Qian with bright eyes.
"Miss, I don't know if you still remember.
Some of the embroidery patterns here were drawn by the lady when she had nothing to do.
Then she knew that the slave knew some female red, so she used them to embroider them in the workshop.
The ladies who are learning there particularly like those tricks, and they often ask the slaves when they will come up with new tricks, but it’s just later.”
The maid's last words were not spoken, and Su Qian knew what she wanted to express.
It was just that she was picked up and fell off a cliff.
After she was rescued, her face was disfigured, her voice was lost, and part of her memory was lost, so she didn't dare to mention these things in front of her. aa2705221: