Chapter 125 Qi Yun will not break his promise
Inside the carriage, Qiao Wanyan rested her hands on the soft square pillow, supported her chin with one hand, and said lazily, "I don't know if he saw me."
Zi Yuan said, "I didn't dare to look up because I was afraid of being exposed, but the servants said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was on the third floor of the teahouse, and the window was open so you could see the Mobao Bookstore from above. If nothing unexpected happened, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince should have seen the young lady."
The young lady asked her to keep the set of calligraphy and painting alone. She didn't understand what the young lady meant by that, but she did whatever the young lady asked her to do.
Qiao Wanyan half closed her beautiful eyes. "If they didn't see it, we didn't lose anything. If they did, it would be quite interesting."
That set of calligraphy and painting is the best one in the calligraphy shop. However, few people are willing to spend money to buy it because of its ridiculous price.
But precisely because it is expensive, it is easy to identify.
The Mobao Bookstore is the Crown Prince's secret agent. On the surface, it sells calligraphy and painting, but in reality it is just a temporary gathering place for the Crown Prince's spies and information. She has seen it in the storybooks, and this bookstore is completely insignificant.
The most important thing was that she must ask Xu Shujian to keep using the set of calligraphy and painting she gave him, especially during the imperial examination.
because.......
When Xu Shujian took part in the imperial examination, it was presided over by the Crown Prince and the Ministry of Rites.
Because he knew that Xu Shujian was extremely talented and knowledgeable, he took a closer look at him during the imperial examination.
If she saw this set of calligraphy and painting, she would find it quite interesting.
"When you get back, have someone deliver the set of calligraphy to Xu Shujian."
"Yes, miss."
The next morning, Jiang Qiyun went to the Shangshu Mansion with a complete set of tongcao flowers.
In the past, this set of paper flowers would not be ready until at least noon, but this year he got up very early in the morning before dawn to urge the craftsmen, for fear that Qiao Wanyan would be unhappy and beat them if she was dissatisfied because it was too late.
He was puzzled. Why did a noble lady like to slap people so much?
Even though the force wasn't that strong, it didn't hurt that much when it hit my face.
The gatekeeper went to report, and it turned out that the person who came was not Qiao Wanyan, but the maid in Qiao Wanyan's yard.
"Young Marquis, my young lady is still dressing up, just leave it to me." The maid from Yongning Pavilion said politely.
This young marquis came really early, but it was just right. Now that the tongcao flowers have been delivered, the young lady can take them directly.
Jiang Qiyun said, "Okay, hand it over to her quickly. By the way, will your young lady go to the Flower God Temple this year?"
The capital city is extremely lively during the Flower Festival. Another lively place is the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers outside the city. Behind the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers is the site of the annual customary activities of the Jing'an Marquis Mansion.
In the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers, many young men and noble ladies also go there to worship the Goddess of Flowers and pray for her blessings.
Some people would stay in the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers and light the Goddess of Flowers lanterns at night. The bright lights in the night sky looked like vast stars and were incredibly beautiful.
He would go to Jing'an Marquis Mansion every year because of the annual custom activities.
The maid replied: "I am not sure what Miss has planned for this year. Do you need me to go in and ask her?"
The young lady naturally had to go to the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers, but she didn't need to tell the young marquis. After all, the young marquis and the young lady had never had a good relationship.
Jiang Qiyun said in a deep voice: "No need, I just asked casually, I don't really care where she goes, you can go in."
"Yes, I'll take my leave."
The maid nodded respectfully and turned to enter the Shangshu Mansion.
Qiao Wanyan sat in front of the dressing mirror and looked through the mirror at the maid who came in from the door. "Have you brought it?"
"Yes." The maid walked over and opened the wooden box. There were indeed six tongcao flowers of different colors inside.
The petals are as light as feathers, the material is as smooth as fine porcelain, and the delicate texture at the edges is amazing, like naturally formed veins, making them as gorgeous and eye-catching as real flowers, but different from real flowers in their everlasting beauty that never fades.
Qiao Wanyan smiled charmingly, "I want this thistle-red and plum-colored tongcao flower. It will look great with the new twelve-tattered Liuxian dress that mother made for me."
Ziyuan took out the two tongcao flowers, and the maid closed the box and left.
Qiao Wanyan got up and went to the inner room to change clothes. When she came out, Ziyuan's eyes were so pink that they were about to overflow.
Her young lady is extremely beautiful. When she is not making up, she is a natural beauty. When she is well-dressed, she is like a goddess descending to earth!
The twelve-tattered Liuxian long skirt is stunning and dazzling in itself, but now when worn on Qiao Wanyan, its dazzling radiance is suppressed by the person wearing it, and at first glance, all you can see is that delicate face like a lotus.
Her skin is as white as jade, and her figure is as delicate as a willow, but she has breathtaking curves.
The long black hair was tied into an exquisite bun. The hairpins and jewelry in her hair were extremely delicate, and the stunning and eye-catching tongcao flowers were the finishing touch.
The beauty of Qiao Wanyan shocks everyone who sees it and unifies people's aesthetic taste.
"Miss, it's getting late. We should set off for the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers."
Qiao Wanyan stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the mirror, and said with a smile: "Ziyuan, I look so beautiful today."
Zi Yuan's heart was about to melt, "Miss is the most beautiful person in the world!"
Qiao Wanyan pursed her lips, "Old rules!"
The maid in Yongning Pavilion immediately said, "Thank you Miss for the reward, thank you Miss Ziyuan."
Qiao Wanyan did not bring so many people with her this time, only Lu Jinye and Zi Yuan.
The journey from the Shangshu Mansion to the Flower God Temple only takes an hour and a half. There are not many meditation rooms in the Flower God Temple every year, and there is no place to stay if there are too many people.
In the past, she didn't care whether the servants had a place to live or not, but this year her image was different, so she naturally couldn't do such an unkind thing.
Qiao Yihuan stopped at the Moon Gate and looked at Qiao Wanyan's figure in the distance, looking at her a few more times in disbelief.
She wore a...
Is it Tongcao flower?
How could that be?
She remembered that Qiao Wanyan had never received any tongcao flowers from the Jing'an Marquis Mansion in the past few years. Qi Yun had promised her that he would give her a complete set of tongcao flowers this year, but why did they appear on Qiao Wanyan's head?
"Miss, why are you here? The carriage is ready, let's go quickly. If we are late, the Temple of the Flower Goddess will be crowded."
Qiao Yihuan lowered her eyes, feeling uneasy, and said, "Let's go."
Maybe it was just Qiao Wanyan's pressure. Qi Yun and Qiao Wanyan had the most incompatible personalities, so it was impossible for him to give it to her for no reason.
Moreover, it is also possible that only those two flowers were given.
The rest are still in Qi Yun's hands, waiting to be given to him.
After all, he had promised himself and he would never go back on his word.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince might be deceived by Qiao Wanyan's temporary appearance, but Qi Yun certainly won't!
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