While Qiu Ming and Qiu Fu of Huazhai in Huaqiao Village were worried about Huang Feifeng and others, Situ Wanqing, who was thousands of miles away in the Prime Minister's Mansion, was also worried about three uninvited guests.
August 30th was the ten-day holiday for the Imperial College. Situ Wanqing had intended to go out and visit her classmates, but unexpectedly she received a hurried report from the housekeeper, Old Xu, that three beggars had come to the Prime Minister's residence looking for Hua Qingcheng.
"beggar?"
Situ Wanqing looked at Old Xu in confusion.
"My dear Miss, to be precise, it's a big man, a paralytic, and a little kid. Moreover, they said that Miss Qingcheng asked them to come to the Prime Minister's residence to find her."
"Sister-in-law asked them to come? Where are they now?"
"I have placed them in the West Flower Hall in the front yard first."
"Okay, I'll go take a look first."
Prime Minister Situ Luoyun had gone to court at the palace and hadn't returned yet. Yuwen Tianqi had gone to the temple early this morning, and Situ Ye had gone to the General's Mansion in the east of the city to visit the injured Hua Qingcheng. After all, the transport of twenty-two assassins' bodies from the eastern outskirts of the city to the Fengcheng government office had caused quite a stir yesterday, and Situ Ye at the Prime Minister's Mansion had naturally gotten the news. The only person in charge of the Prime Minister's Mansion now was indeed fourteen-year-old Situ Wanqing.
Upon hearing this, Situ Wanqing immediately left her Liuguang Courtyard, stepped out of the hanging flower gate, and came to the flower hall on the west side of the front garden. Sure enough, she saw two middle-aged men and a little girl sitting around a stone table inside.
One of the middle-aged men was tall and strong, with a strikingly handsome figure and a faint air of sturdiness about him. The other middle-aged man also had a handsome face, though his complexion was slightly pale, and his eyes, though beautiful, were lifeless. Although he sat upright, his hands rested limply on his knees, and his legs and feet seemed to be lagging behind him.
However, despite the two middle-aged men's disheveled hair, slightly dirty faces, and tattered clothes, one could still tell they were handsome. As for the little girl, she looked about five or six years old. Although she wasn't dressed well, her eyes were clear, bright, and full of spirit, and her hands and face were kept very clean.
"Three guests, this is the eldest daughter of our prime minister's mansion. You can talk to her if you have anything important to say."
After saying this, Butler Xu withdrew and asked someone to bring more tea and snacks.
"I'm Situ Wanqing. May I ask if you have any important matter to discuss with Sister Qingcheng?" Situ Wanqing looked at the three people in confusion.
"It turns out...it turns out to be Miss Situ. I...I am Chuncao."
When Chuncao saw a young girl dressed in gorgeous clothes and looking very noble suddenly coming, she hurriedly stuffed the half piece of osmanthus cake in her hand into her mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it with difficulty.
"No hurry, take your time."
Situ Wanqing winked at her personal maid Qiuxia, who then stepped forward and poured a glass of water and handed it to Chuncao.
“Thank…thank you!”
Chuncao had never eaten such delicious pastries in her life. She choked accidentally, but felt better after drinking a glass of water.
"It's like this, Miss Situ. Yesterday morning, Miss Qingcheng passed by the dilapidated temple in the south of the city. She had promised Chuncao that after returning to the city to get medicine, she would help her cure this brother who was blind, mute, and disabled in both hands and feet. Last night, this brother's condition was not very good, and his wounds were red and swollen. We had no choice but to come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to ask her for help." Long Yi said with a stern face and clear logic.
Situ Wanqing frowned slightly upon hearing this. Yesterday, Hua Qingcheng had been in the east of the city, so how could she appear in the dilapidated temple in the south? Seeing the three of them acting so seriously, Situ Wanqing suppressed her confusion and decided to find the person first.
"To be honest with you three, Sister Qingcheng is not in the Prime Minister's residence right now. You can all rest here for a while and have some tea and cakes. I will send someone to invite Sister Qingcheng back."
"In that case, I'll have to trouble Miss Situ!" Long Yichao bowed to Situ Wanqing, who waved her hand indifferently.
Looking at Situ Wanqing who left calmly, Long Yi couldn't help but admire in his heart: She is worthy of being the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister of Laifeng Kingdom. She can have such a calm and steady demeanor at such a young age. It is really impressive.
After Situ Wanqing left the West Flower Hall, she instructed the housekeeper to send the mansion's coachman, Lao Zhong, to go to the General's Mansion in the east of the city to pick up Hua Qingcheng.
"Xiao Qingcheng, there's sand in my eyes, can you help me blow it out?"
"Xiao Qingcheng, my hand hurts a little, can you help me blow it?"
"Xiao Qingcheng, my legs are a little sore, can you rub them for me?"
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Last night, Hua Qingcheng, worried about the injured Han Yichen, stayed overnight at Feng Qiyan's Furong Courtyard. This morning, in the east wing of Yueting Nanshe, the rear residence of the General's Mansion, Han Yichen, under the pretext of feeling unwell, was happily ordering Hua Qingcheng around. Of course, the main reason was the presence of two spectators in the room: Situ Ye and Si Chengfeng.
"Third brother, my wife is also injured. Let me help you massage your hands and legs." After Situ Ye said this, he rolled up his sleeves and looked eager to try.
"Yes, Third Brother Han. Qingcheng also needs to rest and recuperate. Let me help you blow your eyes!" Si Chengfeng's eyes were charming and his smile was as gentle as spring breeze, but Han Yichen got goose bumps all over his body.
Shaking off the goose bumps, Han Yichen glanced with disdain at Si Chengfeng, who was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, fanning himself with a faint smile, and dressed to the nines. He just wanted to be close to his young wife, not to be blinded by this fox!
"Um...Xiao Qingcheng~After I saw you just now, my eyes suddenly felt better, and my hands and legs didn't hurt anymore."
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