"How do you know?" Qiao Hua was surprised.

"Since the last time the lady wanted to go out, she asked someone for a question about the village in the western suburbs. I asked the old man in the mansion about many interesting places near the capital. Now it is just right for use." Wenqi smiled slightly.

"Thank you," Cheng Xin said.

Although it was only half a day away, Cheng Xin felt his butt numb when he thought of the bumps in the carriage.

"If the lady wants to go, why not send a letter first. If the lady agrees, it will not be too late to set off again. Otherwise, even if she gets there, the lady will not meet."

"This must be reported..."

"When the lady devotes herself to worshiping Buddha, she does not allow outsiders to disturb her. Although the lady is not an outsider, this rule is probably-" Wenqi said and looked at Cheng Xin carefully.

Cheng Xin knew it. I remember that when the original owner first came, the grandma did not come out to meet at the first time because she was worshiping Buddha.

"Okay, I'll write a letter now."

Cheng Xin came to the desk, and Wenqi and Qiaohuan had helped lay the paper and grind it.

Cheng Xin picked up the pen and dipped it ink, and he suddenly stopped just as he was about to start writing.

‘My little Guaiguai, can you not be able to write calligraphy, right?’

‘How is that possible?’

She has practiced martial arts since she was a child and is quite traditional. She has practiced calligraphy for several years.

‘Then are you writing?’

‘What I wrote is not good, the most important thing will be recognized as not the original owner’s handwriting.’

‘Then you should practice writing first.’ Xiaoshu said that he could not help.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

"It's okay." Cheng Xin put down his pen again: "By the way, are my previous calligraphy, painting and letters still there? I want to take a look."

Just treat the original owner's words as a copybook and you have to copy them carefully.

"Miss, most of the calligraphy and paintings you wrote are in Jiangnan. After coming to the capital, you rarely practice calligraphy, and even if you have it, you will burn it."

After hearing what Wenqi said, some pictures vaguely appeared in Cheng Xin's mind. When the original owner was sad, he would burn things alone in the study. Now the study is very empty, with few books and fewer calligraphy and paintings.

Cheng Xin looked around the room: "Just, nothing?"

Wenqi nodded. She also knew that the young lady hated the young master at that time. She heard that the young master was a famous talented young master in the capital, so she burned calligraphy and paintings when she returned home.

Hearing this, Cheng Xin was in a bright mood.

It would be better if there were no calligraphy and paintings left by the original owner, so no one would question what she wrote in the future.

For Wenqi, they only need to say that the words have improved.

Just as Cheng Xin was about to write again, Qiao Hun on the side reminded:

"By the way, Miss, you still have the letters in that box."

Letters in the box!

She left those things in the little prince's room.

Seeing Cheng Xin frowned, Qiao Wu comforted her and said, "What if the young master doesn't know how to take the young lady's letter? If the young lady cares, she will take it back."

Cheng Xin looked at the sky outside: "When is it now?"

"It's three o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, the young master is usually taking a nap. How about the lady waiting for him to wake up before going?"

Take a nap, take a good nap.

"No, I'll go back." Cheng Xin walked out: "You don't have to follow me, continue grinding ink and wait for me to come back."

"yes."

...

The afternoon sun was very warm, the Duke's Mansion was very quiet, and there was no one in the corridor. Cheng Xin turned to the Duke's yard in just half a cup of tea.

The servant in the gatehouse was lying in the shade to take a nap, and when he heard the movement, he stood up.

"Miss, why are you here?" The servant was a little embarrassed.

Cheng Xin raised his fingers and put them beside his mouth and sweared: "Speak softly, and I'll make you feel very accused of the young master."

The servant nodded.

"I'm here to find some things to do with my husband, please continue." As he said that, he walked around the servant and entered the yard.

Cheng Xin is not the first time he has come to the young master's yard, so he is familiar with the journey and arrives at the door of his room.

Cheng Xin was about to knock on the door, but saw that the door was slightly open. She poked her fingers gently and the door opened with a "creak".

The room was empty, and the young master didn't know where he was going.

Cheng Xin leaned over and saw a box on the bedside table at a glance.

"It takes no time to get it."

Cheng Xin approached and found that the box was no longer the muddy box that was originally full of money, but was clean.

Next to the iron box was a neatly stacked veil, which she fell that night.

She opened the box and had several letters.

But... the silver hairpin is gone.

Cheng Xin searched the little master's bed, but he didn't see it.

‘Xiaoshu, do you think he also knows the secret in the silver hairpin?’

‘That’s hard to say. Maybe he thought your hairpin was broken and he threw it away casually.’

‘If he threw it away, that would be great.’

She always felt that what the young master wanted that night was not her iron box, but the silver hairpin.

At this time, footsteps came from outside.

Cheng Xin quickly tidied up the bed and the turbulent place, and hid in the compartment behind the bed in one step.

‘My little guy, are you a thief?’

Yes, what is she hiding?

It seems that she has the potential to be a thief. Just as she was hesitating whether to come out, the door was opened.

Three people walked in.

"Little Master." A voice paused slightly: "Do you want it--"

"No obstacle, you can continue."

Qin Shu's expression remained unchanged and continued to walk in.

The person behind him was a guard of his age, standing beside him without looking sideways.

General Qin said: "The prince will hold a banquet for the East Palace three days later and invite all civil and military officials to celebrate. You are also here."

"He knew I never attended the banquet."

"This time is different. His Highness the Crown Prince repeatedly reminds you to take the lady with you."

Qin Shu glanced at the iron box on the short table: "It turns out that the drunkard's intention is not wine."

"Not only the ladies, but also the civil and military ladies of the court were invited to the list, saying that they would let the future crown princess get familiar with the daughters of the court officials in advance."

At this time, the guard standing beside him said, "The news came from the East Palace that the prince seemed to be looking for someone in secret."

Looking for someone?

Could it be that you are looking for Wen Yunxian?

Cheng Xin thought to himself that the prince was too fickle, and he was eating what was in the bowl and looking at the pot. But this time he should be disappointed, and Wen Yunxian must have no chance to attend the banquet.

"I understand. There is nothing wrong here, you guys go down."

"yes."

The guard's footsteps were light, and Cheng Xin could almost hear the sound of Mr. Qin's footsteps leaving. When the door opened and closed, the room fell into silence.

A storm came from outside.

Cheng Xin carefully poked his head out, but saw the young master facing away from her and was untiing his clothes.

Is it appropriate to take off my clothes when it is blue and white?

Cheng Xin hurriedly stepped back and approached the wall, holding his breath without making any sound.

‘Little Guai Guai, what’s the benefit, why did you return it!’

‘Fuli was so big that he accidentally took off his pants last time, and this time he ran into him in a wide dress. If he had discovered it, he would probably think that her sister was ill-behaved in him.’

If you are caught, you can't even explain whether you jumped off the Yellow River.
Chapter completed!