Qingyue Temple is one of the temples of the royal family of the Yue Kingdom.
An Qing thought that Mrs.
Linhou would not dare to do anything no matter how bold she was, so she was relieved.
During her days at Qing Yue'an, An Qing received a lot of reward money because she knew a lot and was sweet and talkative.
Qing Wu wanted to keep her and didn't care, so she saved a lot.
An Qing followed the path that only people in the nunnery knew and went down the mountain without noticing that a person on the hillside looked at her leaving figure with a deep smile.
After wandering around the capital for a few times, An Qing finally spent an extra half a penny to rent a small courtyard in a small alley across the street from Prince Qiao's residence and made a place to stay.
Mrs.
Linhou tested Qingwu for a few words in Qingyue Nunnery, and when she saw nothing was wrong, she was a little relieved about Anqing.
But after she returned, she became more and more frightened as she thought about it.
She sent people there overnight, but what she got in return was the best in Anqing's nunnery.
People discovered that An Qing was missing.
Although Mrs.
Lin Hou was worried that her affairs would be exposed, she couldn't help but be more convinced of An Qing.
"You can actually read my thoughts.
She is really capable."
Mrs.
Linhou tugged on the petals in her hand, glanced at the woman kneeling on the ground from the corner of her eyes, and spoke softly as if talking to herself.
"Madam, do you need a slave to find her whereabouts?"
Seeing that Mrs.
Lin Hou was not angry, the woman breathed a sigh of relief and asked humbly.
"No need, since she can know my thoughts, how can she be found?
Go and find out if there is anyone else in the Wang family, no matter who they are, find them all for me one by one.
It's best to bring them all.
Come here and put it on my village."
Mrs.
Linhou threw down the petals crushed in her hand, took a deep breath, and finally followed An Qing's instructions.
After Anqing settled down, he was not in a hurry to find Wang Yarong.
Instead, he found an embroidery shop and learned how to make embroidery to make a living.
Because An Qing was willing to buy good materials and good colors, the silk flowers he made were very easy to sell.
As time went by, because of its good style, novelty, willingness to use materials, and fair prices, it gained quite a reputation in the surrounding area and attracted many girls and wives.
Gradually, it also became friends with the girls who often came out of the palace.
A bit of friendship.
"You have new flowers today?"
Bi Wen in the palace has a good appearance and is a thoughtful person.
He is the most diligent in Anqing and the most willing to spend money.
"Girl, how could you not say that?
But the girl is indeed a noble person in the palace.
She really comes from a wealthy family and is willing to spend money."
An Qing said, gave up his seat, and picked a few lace flowers with outstanding colors from the box.
The silk flower was handed over.
"If I can really borrow your good words and become a noble person, I would like to thank you very much.
If nothing else, I will take care of all the flowers you have here."
Bi Wen felt proud of being flattered by An Qing, with a smile on his face.
The smile grew brighter.
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"What the girl said, with her appearance and the fact that she is in the palace, she cannot be buried."
An Qing's eyes sparkled slightly when he looked at Bi Wen.
Bi Wen felt extremely comfortable at An Qing's words.
He glanced outside a few times and saw no one else, but he snorted coldly and said softly: "Here you are, I know who you are, but I dare to speak my mind. : To make a career in the palace is just a dream.
There were no female relatives in the palace to begin with.
Now that he has found the princess, the prince has no more thoughts.
But in recent days, the seventh prince often comes to visit.
If he can win his favor. " An Qing paused while pouring tea for Bi Wen, opened his mouth, looked at Bi Wen, and sighed: "Oh my God, that is a real prince, a relative of the emperor."
Bi Wen was comparing the silk flowers on her head.
She felt even more proud after hearing this.
She raised her eyes slightly and said angrily: "That's naturally a pity, but such a good thing is now a bit difficult for our princess.
Every time the Seventh Prince...
Come, she will take people to the small garden, and we won’t even be allowed to send them tea.
She really doesn’t give people the slightest chance."
As she said this, Bi Wen rubbed the handkerchief in her hand angrily, with an angry look on her face.
An Qing lowered his head to suppress all the emotions on his face, and handed over a new silk flower.
He sighed as if unintentionally: "Then this princess is really a powerful master.
She has such brilliant thoughts.
Could it be that the old princess used to Well-taught” Bi Wen's heart seemed to be moved when he heard An Qing's words.
He watched her say nothing for a long time, then threw the silk flowers on the table and left in a hurry without even saying a word.
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