"Third Prince." Bailu replied. She thought that since the Third Prince had already sent her a love letter, she could naturally reveal his identity.

"Third Prince?" Zhang Anchu asked again. Although Bailu hadn't answered yet, she felt that it should be him.

The one who saved her.

The egret nodded.

"Let's go." The egret said nothing and left the room.

Zhang Anchu sat up, gently opened the window, and opened the letter in the moonlight.

See you in the Plum Garden at noon tomorrow. See you there or not.

Zhang Anchu swallowed nervously, this?

Is this a private meeting?

No... not very good, right?

But……

There are still some things I want to go to...

You should always thank your savior!

Zhang Anchu threw the letter into the stove in a panic. He couldn't let others find such a letter, and it would be difficult to explain it later.

She defended herself in her mind, just to thank her savior.

Zhang Anchu rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, trying to find a thank-you gift, but he really didn’t know what to give as a gift. They all belong to his daughter’s family, so it’s not a good idea to give them to a man...

She opened the mahogany comb that her brother had given her. It was a gift just now and was extremely precious, but it seemed that this was the only one he could use.

Otherwise, could it be Zhu Chai earrings? Or a handkerchief embroidered with flowers? Or clothing?

Zhang Anchu shook his head. He gave this mahogany comb to him, but he was a little reluctant to part with it. After all, his younger brother worked hard for a long time to make it.

But she didn’t have anything suitable to give...

The peach wood comb is engraved with orchids. Orchids are known as gentlemen. Thinking about it this way, it is even more appropriate.

"Otherwise, how about giving this as a gift?" Zhang Anchu said to himself, this is the only one suitable, but he is full of reluctance to give it up.

"Forget it, let's give it to you. The more reluctant you are to part with it, the more valuable it is. The more valuable it is, the more valuable it should be given to your benefactor." Zhang Anchu said to himself, nodded fiercely, and decided that this is it!

After the egret delivered the letter, he returned to the third prince's guest room to deliver the errands.

"Have you finished delivering?" The third prince was lying on the bed, not sleeping yet.

"Yes." Bailu replied softly, still feeling very depressed in his heart. He saw the third prince closing his eyes, showing no sadness or joy.

"Third Prince, you are not young at all. You should also have a princess." Bailu couldn't help but said tentatively.

"This matter is not something you and I can worry about." The third prince said with his eyes closed.

Bailu gritted his teeth, snorted and said, "Isn't it against the rules for a dignified third prince to correspond with a girl from a boudoir? If the third prince likes it, he can inform the queen directly, and she will naturally handle the wedding arrangements for the third prince."

The third prince opened his eyes on the bed, sat up, and said with a smile: "Who said it was me who corresponded with her?"

"Isn't it?" Bailu crossed his arms on his chest and asked.

She thought to herself, the letter was handed over by him, and the words were his instructions, how could it not be the case?

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince dragged me to give it to her. After all, it is the boudoir, so it is better for you to go." The third prince lay down and explained, then turned around and asked: "Egret, why are you talking so much today?

"

Bailu thought what he said made sense, but he didn't expect that it was actually not a letter from the third prince. That would be embarrassing.

Thinking of what just happened, she answered that her master was the third prince.

I thought to myself, since it is a letter, no one can write a signature, right?

It is better to discuss this matter with the third prince to save trouble later.

"Third Prince, when I just went to deliver the letter, the Third Lady just woke up, and I said that it was the Third Prince who asked me to deliver the letter." Bailu held her head high, she would not admit that it was because of her poor skills, it must be a coincidence.

!

Moreover, what I said is also true and there is no falsehood!

The third prince sat up suddenly, tilted his head and looked at the egret, as if he was questioning her.

"I think the letter written by His Royal Highness should be signed, right?" Bailu didn't dare to look at the third prince, moved aside, and said weakly.

The third prince listened to what she said and thought, what she said is right. How could anyone not write his signature?

So he lay down again with peace of mind and said: "Get some rest. Remember not to talk too much in the future. In addition, practice Qing Gong well!"

The egret curled her lips and shrugged, feeling relieved, and continued back to the beam to rest.

Flying to the beam, resting his hands on his head, he thought that Zhang Anchu looked exactly like him. If the third prince liked her, wouldn't it also mean that he liked her?

She shook her head, don't have such unrealistic ideas, as long as she can stay with him all the time.

But he didn't know that the prince was so excited that he forgot about his signature...

Even though she went to bed very late last night, Zhang Anchu got up on time. It wasn't that she wasn't sleepy, it was just that she would wake up on time when the time came.

Moreover, I have to pay my respects early this morning, so I can't be late.

On the first day of the new year, today will be particularly grand. According to Youzhou's rules, ancestors are worshipped. On such a day, even if she is a concubine, she cannot miss it.

After saying goodbye, Mrs. Hou led everyone to the ancestral hall. Several aunts could not enter because they were concubines, so they could only kneel down outside the ancestral hall.

However, Mrs. Hou is the head wife and must enter.

Although Zhang Anchu is a concubine and is of the marquis's blood, she still wants to go in, but the woman must stand behind the man.

"Forefathers and ancestors, unfilial sons and grandsons, Zhanggui, brought his wife and dragged his children to worship." The Peking Marquis held three sticks of incense, knelt in front of many rows, and shouted loudly.

"Kowtow..." the butler drawled his voice, and when everyone heard it, they kowtowed accordingly, and they had to kowtow three times in a row before it was over.

Zhang Anchu breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, she didn't like the ancestral hall. It felt very depressing and serious.

It's just that this is a rule. Fortunately, it doesn't come on weekdays. It only happens once a year.

The New Year atmosphere in the Hou Mansion is not very strong, because Beiping Hou himself was an orphan. The whole family died during the plague that year, but he was the only one who survived by chance.

Later, following the rebellion of the Supreme Emperor, we became what we are today.

Usually, I don’t have many relatives, at most I have friends and colleagues.

However, friends and colleagues will not rush before the seventh day of the Lunar New Year. Before the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, people visit relatives, and after the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, they visit friends.

"This year is over." Aunt Bai seemed to be talking to herself as she walked on the road.

"How can we count it as over? There is still the Lantern Festival." Zhang Anchu is looking forward to it. During the Lantern Festival, he can go to the street to watch the lanterns. The street is very lively.

"I knew you were waiting for the Lantern Festival." Aunt Bai said dotingly.

Because Zhang Anchu had been seriously ill a few days ago, he had to take good care of himself and had no choice but to put his dance lessons on hold. He had nothing to do in the morning, so he quickly copied the Four Books and Five Classics for his brother.

Zhang Hongze had to waste so much peach wood to carve out the most exquisite comb. She also wanted to copy the Four Books and Five Classics quickly.

Halfway through copying, her hands were sore and she stopped. Si Xue brought in a few red plums from outside and was about to insert them into the vase. The red plums were bright and eye-catching, adding more vitality to the room.

But she thought of the letter she received last night.

See you in the Plum Garden at noon tomorrow. See you there or not.

Thinking back carefully, the third prince's handwriting is not very pretty, not as beautiful as hers.
Chapter completed!