Fortunately, this pavilion is quite cool. There are towering trees behind it and a pool of clear water in front. The lake is full of pink lotuses, which are graceful and graceful. It also has a unique charm.

"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."

Ling Mulao was half-leaning on the railing, with his feet folded casually. He felt emotional in response to the situation, and suddenly remembered Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple".

The blue and white flowers were like sitting on pins and needles, but when I saw Ling Mulao's purple skirt fluttering on the ground, the breeze blew the gauze flying, her stunning appearance paired with the pond full of pink lotus, she was as beautiful as the person in the master's ink painting.

She obviously looks gentle and leisurely, with eyes like water, but her whole body is faintly exuding a cold air, but it is not as arrogant as Concubine Xue or as noble as Concubine Han, but more domineering.

"The princess's temperament is really easy for ordinary people."

After a while, Qinghua whispered to himself quietly.

"What?"

Ling Muchao looked back and smiled.

"I know my mistake, please punish me princess!"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Qinghua was so frightened that he knelt down in panic and banged his head on the bluestone ground with a dull sound.

"Qinghua, what are you doing?"

Ling Mulao was shocked and hurriedly helped Qinghua up.

"My slave deserves to die. You shouldn't talk about the princess's temper. I know you were wrong."

Qinghua's forehead was already black and blue, and blood seemed to be oozing out from under the thin skin.

"Hey~" Ling Mulao finally understood and couldn't help but sigh: "I thought it was such a big deal. Freedom of speech is everyone's right. How could I blame you?"

After saying that, he quickly rubbed the black spots on her and sprinkled some medicinal powder on her.

There were tears in Qinghua's eyes, as if she was frightened, or something else, she just said in a low voice: "I thank you princess~"

"Fortunately, the skin was not broken, otherwise it would leave scars in the future, which would make it difficult to find a good husband."

Ling Mulao said casually, but Qinghua took it seriously, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and her little head almost burrowed into her collar.

"Qinghua, tell me how I am different from ordinary people."

Ling Mulao suddenly asked, since she traveled through time travel, she has tried to be careful in her speech and behavior, and even her words are polite. Could it be that this girl has seen the clues.

"If you don't tell the truth, I will really punish you."

Qinghua nodded, but began to carefully ponder the words, for fear of expressing the wrong meaning.

"Although the princess has a body of gold and jade, one person is superior to ten thousand people, but she respects her subordinates and never gives orders, and she does not call herself this palace."

Seeing the smile on Ling Mulao's lips, Qinghua became more courageous.

"Most women don't read, and most of them know nothing about reciting poems or anything like that, but the princess is very knowledgeable. Although Qinghua didn't understand the poem just now, she thought it was very good."

Blue and White's eyes were filled with admiration, but little did he know that this was the work of another ancient artist.

"The princess is gentle and lovely. She looks like a lady in every move and smile, but she also exudes a domineering air. She is very much like the female general on the battlefield, who is called the heroine."

Ling Mulao chuckled. This girl's description was quite appropriate. Although the identity of the killer and the general were very different, their interests were really similar.

Immediately, she frowned again. Even a little girl like Qinghua had already noticed it, let alone Nangong Yi.

But why did he never mention it? Did he have another agenda or something else?

While Ling Mulao was deep in thought, a burst of crisp laughter suddenly sounded.

"So it's my sister who is stepping on the moon. She is so elegant and happy to come to enjoy the lotus~" Fortunately, the pavilion is also cool, with towering trees behind it and a pool of clear water in front. The lake is full of pink lotus flowers, which are graceful and graceful, and have a unique charm.

"The lotus leaves touching the sky are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers reflecting the sun are uniquely red."

Ling Mulao was half-leaning on the railing, with his feet folded casually. He felt emotional in response to the situation, and suddenly remembered Yang Wanli's "Sent Off to Lin Zifang at Dawn from Jingci Temple".

The blue and white flowers were like sitting on pins and needles, but when I saw Ling Mulao's purple skirt fluttering on the ground, the breeze blew the gauze flying, her stunning appearance paired with the pond full of pink lotus, she was as beautiful as the person in the master's ink painting.

She obviously looks gentle and leisurely, with eyes like water, but her whole body is faintly exuding a cold air, but it is not as arrogant as Concubine Xue or as noble as Concubine Han, but more domineering.

"The princess's temperament is really easy for ordinary people."

After a while, Qinghua whispered to himself quietly.

"What?"

Ling Muchao looked back and smiled.

"I know my mistake, please punish me princess!"

Realizing that he had said the wrong thing, Qinghua was so frightened that he knelt down in panic and banged his head on the bluestone ground with a dull sound.

"Qinghua, what are you doing?"

Ling Mulao was shocked and hurriedly helped Qinghua up.

"My slave deserves to die. You shouldn't talk about the princess's temper. I know you were wrong."

Qinghua's forehead was already black and blue, and blood seemed to be oozing out from under the thin skin.

"Hey~" Ling Mulao finally understood and couldn't help but sigh: "I thought it was such a big deal. Freedom of speech is everyone's right. How could I blame you?"

After saying that, he quickly rubbed the black spots on her and sprinkled some medicinal powder on her.

There were tears in Qinghua's eyes, as if she was frightened, or something else, she just said in a low voice: "I thank you princess~"

"Fortunately, the skin was not broken, otherwise it would leave scars in the future, which would make it difficult to find a good husband."

Ling Mulao said casually, but Qinghua took it seriously, her cheeks suddenly turned red, and her little head almost burrowed into her collar.

"Qinghua, tell me how I am different from ordinary people."

Ling Mulao suddenly asked, since she traveled through time travel, she has tried to be careful in her speech and behavior, and even her words are polite. Could it be that this girl has seen the clues.

"If you don't tell the truth, I will really punish you."

Qinghua nodded, but began to carefully ponder the words, for fear of expressing the wrong meaning.

"Although the princess has a body of gold and jade, one person is superior to ten thousand people, but she respects her subordinates and never gives orders, and she does not call herself this palace."

Seeing the smile on Ling Mulao's lips, Qinghua became more courageous.

"Most women don't read, and most of them know nothing about reciting poems or anything like that, but the princess is very knowledgeable. Although Qinghua didn't understand the poem just now, she thought it was very good."

Blue and White's eyes were filled with admiration, but little did he know that this was the work of another ancient artist.

"The princess is gentle and lovely. She looks like a lady in every move and smile, but she also exudes a domineering air. She is very much like the female general on the battlefield, who is called the heroine."

Ling Mulao chuckled. This girl's description was quite appropriate. Although the identity of the killer and the general were very different, their interests were really similar.

Immediately, she frowned again. Even a little girl like Qinghua had already noticed it, let alone Nangong Yi.

But why did he never mention it? Did he have another agenda or something else?

While Ling Mulao was deep in thought, a burst of crisp laughter suddenly sounded.
Chapter completed!