After Shi Qinghe returned to Yang Mansion, he was so anxious that he didn't even go back to his own courtyard.
He stayed at the second gate waiting for news about the boy.
After waiting for two cups of tea, the boy gasped heavily.
Qi rushed back from outside and was caught by Shi Qinghe.
"Where is the man?
He was sent down the mountain as I ordered."
Shi Qinghe grabbed the boy and asked hurriedly when he saw that there was no one around.
The young man raised his head and glanced at Shi Qinghe, gritted his teeth, quickly lowered his head, and lowered his voice: "Uncle, don't worry, everything has been done.
You can rest peacefully.
We are in charge of things.
I left without permission before."
"Duty, you are looking for me right now, don't let others see it."
After saying that, he dwarfed, broke away from Shi Qinghe's hand, and slipped away.
After hearing what the boy said, Shi Qinghe felt relieved and went back to his small courtyard.
The boy secretly poked his head out of a small room outside the second door, looked at Shi Qinghe's back, and muttered silently. : "You can't spit out the meat in your mouth.
You can't blame me."
Why did someone lift the sedan and send it back?
After the boy got the things, when he went to find Liu Bing, there was no one there.
But if the matter was not done, the benefits would be gone.
This boy was not a person either.
To be honest, I deliberately made up a lie.
Shi Qinghe didn't know the truth and thought everything was fine with Liu Bing.
Although he was still a little worried about her injury, he was no longer so anxious and was thinking about finding someone to send a message to Liu Bing.
Anqing had been active all day because of the incense, and she slept very soundly that night.
When she woke up, Granny Lin and Butler Wu were already guarding the door.
"Steward Wu, why are you here so early in the morning?
Could it be that something happened?"
After washing and dressing up, An was having breakfast when she saw Butler Wu lift the curtain and come in.
She couldn't help but be a little surprised.
Butler Wu couldn't tell what the expression was on his face.
He just looked at An Qing and sighed slightly, saying: "Miss, there was news from the government office this morning that the prince will be here tomorrow."
An Qing felt like a mouthful of rice was stuck in his throat: "What, the Ninth Prince is coming tomorrow?"
After finally choking, An Qing lost his previous good appetite and looked at Butler Wu with wide eyes and asked.
"Yes, the news from the government office is that the prince will arrive tomorrow."
Butler Wu gave a definite answer, but An Qing felt that his good mood just now turned gloomy.
The fresh vegetables and fruits that had been ordered earlier were specially supplied, and the meat was specially picked.
The house became busy again, and An Qing looked at the busy people and felt that his head was hurting.
"Mammy, tell me, why did this happen so quickly?"
An Qing asked Nong Yue to rub her head, squinted her eyes, and watched as grandma handed her her favorite almond milk and gently placed it on the He stood aside and sighed, even losing his appetite for food.
"Who knows about this prince's matter?
Miss, everything has been arranged.
Let's just relax and don't worry too much."
Grandma Lin saw that An Qing had learned the news in the morning, and she couldn't eat or drink.
Looks like this, very distressed.
"Although this is the case, I'm still worried."
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An Qing sighed and drank the almond milk.
Then more exciting news came from Butler Wu, saying that the prince who would be arriving tomorrow was unexpectedly Came early and will be at the door soon.
In desperation, An Qing could only brace himself, tidied up, and went out with the whole family to greet him: "Yang Mansion Anqing, lead the whole family to welcome the Ninth Prince."
Looking at the black figure of the White Horse God, he became more and more worried.
The closer he got, looking at the face that was almost completely consistent with someone in his memory, An Qing almost fainted, but he could only hold on. tgt ttrgt: