Thinking of this, Qingguan unconsciously clenched the booklet in her hand, her eyes darkened slightly, revealing a hint of complicated and unspeakable emotions.
After a while, he smiled again, looked at Doudou and said, "It's great that you're okay. Zisu and I thought you had been poisoned, and we don't know how sad we are?"
Daukou lowered his eyes slightly and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for making you worry about this slave."
Qingguan stood up with a smile, walked to her side, held her hand tightly and said, "Zisu went to pour tea. I must be very happy to know that you are still alive."
Mentioning Zi Su, a glimmer of light flashed in Daukou's eyes, "I miss her so much. I haven't been with you for such a long time, and I'm really worried that I will forget you."
"How could it be? You and Zisu are like my family members. No one will forget you if I forget you." She was speaking from her heart. In the huge Qing family, apart from Mrs. Qing, there are only
The two of them are sincere to themselves.
The moment she knew this girl might be killed, she was sadder than anyone else. Now it's great to see her alive.
When Zi Su came back, Qin Sang was no longer there. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Da Kao standing behind Qing Guan. The hand holding the tea cup was almost unsteady. There was a look of horror in his eyes and he said: "Young lady, slave.
It seemed like I saw a ghost."
Qingguan couldn't help but feel playful and asked with raised eyebrows: "Oh? What does the ghost look like?"
Zisu's eyes were fixed on the direction of Daukou for a moment, and the hand holding the edge of the tray tightened unconsciously. She was extremely nervous, "This slave saw Daukou, she, she is behind the young lady. Today is not hers."
On memorial days, and on New Years and holidays, slaves also burn paper for her, why, how come she comes to see slaves?"
Qingguan suppressed a smile and said, "Maybe I miss you, right?"
Zisu's face suddenly turned pale, and her voice was slightly trembling as she said, "Miss, please don't scare me. Although I also miss cardamom, I am still a little afraid of these things."
On the other side, Daukou winked mischievously and rushed to Zisu, "Don't worry, if I really become a ghost, I won't come out to scare you. Zisu, I miss you so much."
Zisu Lengbuding was startled again. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was being hugged tightly. The feeling was real. Then he stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief and said: "
You, you’re not dead?”
Then he cast his doubtful gaze on Qingguan, "Miss, what on earth is going on?"
Qingguan smiled and explained: "She said Ji Lanjin saved her."
"Prince?" Zisu was stunned again.
Over there, Daukou nodded hurriedly, with a hint of complaint in his gratitude: "Yes, it's the prince. It was the prince who saved me, but he didn't let me go to you, otherwise I would have met you long ago. You didn't even
You know, I have missed you so much these years and I wish I could go to you right away."
Zi Su put down the tea cup and quickly pulled the other person around in a circle, staring at the other person and looking up and down: "Miss and I also miss you very much. How have you been doing these years? Let me see if there are any changes.
?" Finally, he blamed himself for asking a redundant question, "Look at what I asked, since it was the prince who saved you, he will not treat you badly."
Daukou smiled and nodded: "Well, the prince is very kind to me, and he even specially sent people to teach me many things."
"Really?" Zisu turned around after hearing this, looked at Qingguan solemnly and said, "Miss, you have to thank the prince properly." Thinking of this, Qingguan unconsciously clenched the hand in her hand.
The book, his eyes darkened slightly, revealing a trace of complicated and unspeakable emotions.
After a while, he smiled again, looked at Doudou and said, "It's great that you're okay. Zisu and I thought you had been poisoned, and we don't know how sad we are?"
Daukou lowered his eyes slightly and said apologetically: "I'm sorry for making you worry about this slave."
Qingguan stood up with a smile, walked to her side, held her hand tightly and said, "Zisu went to pour tea. I must be very happy to know that you are still alive."
Mentioning Zi Su, a glimmer of light flashed in Daukou's eyes, "I miss her so much. I haven't been with you for such a long time, and I'm really worried that I will forget you."
"How could it be? You and Zisu are like my family members. No one will forget you if I forget you." She was speaking from her heart. In the huge Qing family, apart from Mrs. Qing, there are only
The two of them are sincere to themselves.
The moment she knew this girl might be killed, she was sadder than anyone else. Now it's great to see her alive.
When Zi Su came back, Qin Sang was no longer there. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Da Kao standing behind Qing Guan. The hand holding the tea cup was almost unsteady. There was a look of horror in his eyes and he said: "Young lady, slave.
It seemed like I saw a ghost."
Qingguan couldn't help but feel playful and asked with raised eyebrows: "Oh? What does the ghost look like?"
Zisu's eyes were fixed on the direction of Daukou for a moment, and the hand holding the edge of the tray tightened unconsciously. She was extremely nervous, "This slave saw Daukou, she, she is behind the young lady. Today is not hers."
On memorial days, and on New Years and holidays, slaves also burn paper for her, why, how come she comes to see slaves?"
Qingguan suppressed a smile and said, "Maybe I miss you, right?"
Zisu's face suddenly turned pale, and her voice was slightly trembling as she said, "Miss, please don't scare me. Although I also miss cardamom, I am still a little afraid of these things."
On the other side, Daukou winked mischievously and rushed to Zisu, "Don't worry, if I really become a ghost, I won't come out to scare you. Zisu, I miss you so much."
Zisu Lengbuding was startled again. When he came back to his senses, he found that he was being hugged tightly. The feeling was real. Then he stared at the person in front of him with wide eyes in disbelief and said: "
You, you’re not dead?”
Then he cast his doubtful gaze on Qingguan, "Miss, what on earth is going on?"
Qingguan smiled and explained: "She said Ji Lanjin saved her."
"Prince?" Zisu was stunned again.
Over there, Daukou nodded hurriedly, with a hint of complaint in his gratitude: "Yes, it's the prince. It was the prince who saved me, but he didn't let me go to you, otherwise I would have met you long ago. You didn't even
You know, I have missed you so much these years and I wish I could go to you right away."
Zi Su put down the tea cup and quickly pulled the other person around in a circle, staring at the other person and looking up and down: "Miss and I also miss you very much. How have you been doing these years? Let me see if there are any changes.
?" Finally, he blamed himself for asking a redundant question, "Look at what I asked, since it was the prince who saved you, he will not treat you badly."
Daukou smiled and nodded: "Well, the prince is very kind to me, and he even specially sent people to teach me many things."
"Really?" Zisu turned around after hearing this, looked at Qingguan solemnly and said, "Miss, you have to thank the prince properly."