Jun Jiuling

“Then I’ll go first.
You should also pay attention to rest, and your body will be fine.
Your cousin also said that you have to take care of yourself slowly,” she said.

What cousin said must be followed, Fang Chengyu nodded with a smile.

Watching Madam Fang leave, the smile on Fang Chengyu’s face gradually dissipated, Maidong and Baishao carefully probed outside the door, and occasionally glanced at Lingzhi kneeling on the ground.

Lingzhi didn’t know if she was trembling with fear or nervousness.

After all the **** happened, she didn’t expect to live so long, but living is truly it’s own torture.

She didn’t know that Fang Chengyu was back until she was brought out by Madam Fang.

She was so frightened that she almost couldn’t walk, but she didn’t dare make a scene.

She felt a trace of luck in her heart.
Didn’t those people say that some people would have a false pregnancy? After all, she did such a close thing with the young master.
Although she did not reach the last step in the end, she was still young and did not understand how it worked.
It was not surprising for her to think that if you touch and kiss you can get pregnant.

Besides, the young master probably liked her too.

Lingzhi knelt on the ground and didn’t dare to raise her head when she entered the door.
All she heard was the clear voice of the young man, and saw the flowing clothes, exquisite shoes, and smelled a faint fragrance.

She liked the former young master, and of course she liked this kind of young master more.

She couldn’t help crying, and put her head on the ground.

Outside the door, Baishao and Maidong hurriedly shrunk back and stood in their stations.

“You go down.”

It seemed like a long time had passed and also like it was only a blink of an eye when Fang Chengyu’s voice spoke.

No scolding, no questioning, nothing, Lingzhi was a little overwhelmed.

Then, let her go, where?

Baishao was also helpless outside.

“Master.” Lingzhi finally raised her head boldly and cried.

Fang Chengyu interrupted the words before she spoke.

“Go down, arrange a room for her, don’t wait for me.” He said, and he turned around and went to the inner room.

Lingzhi raised her head and saw only the straight and handsome back of the young man.

“Let’s go.” Maidong and Baishao did not dare to delay and urged in a low voice.

They had already been implicated by Lingzhi, and they were scolded like a dog by Liu’er.
Now, they didn’t want to be implicated by her further and let the young master drive them out.

Lingzhi didn’t dare to delay, for fear of angering Fang Chengyu.
Then she really would have no way to survive.

Fang Chengyu stood in the inner room with no smile on his face and looked at the girl in the yard through the glass.

Ahhh what to do with this.

He turned to look inside again.

An empty **** bed, an empty **** room.
Quiet had never been so annoying.

“Jiuling,” he said, looking aggrieved and pitiful, “When are you coming back?”

In mid-June, the hot wind hit her face with the horse’s gallop.
Even though she was covered with a veil and hat, Liu’er had to close her eyes and hold onto Miss Jun in front of her tighter.

“Miss, are you thirsty?”

Although she was taken care of by the young lady all the way, Liu’er still tried her best to perform her duty.

In front of her was Miss Jun, who was dressed like her, held the horse’s reins with ease, and her legs and feet touched the horse’s abdomen rhythmically to adjust the speed.

“Not thirsty.
You can see the capital soon,” she said.

Were they almost there?

The tired Liu’er who was knocked around by the horse immediately straightened her back and looked forward.

Under the scorching sunlight, a city gradually rose from the horizon line and appeared in her sight.

“Miss, where are we going first?”

Although she had been looking forward to it all the way, when she saw the capital, Liu’er was still excited and panicky.

She regretted asking that.

It was the first time for the young lady to come to the capital.
Liu’er didn’t know where they were going, and the young lady wouldn’t know either.

Just as Liu’er was about to speak again, Miss Jun in front of her loosened the reins, took out a scroll from the horse’s back and unfolded it.

Over Miss Jun’s shoulder, Liu’er stared at the scroll with wide eyes.

“Map of Imperial Beijing” She read a few conspicuous characters on it crookedly.