Chapter 25 Che Wangfu

The horse slowly stopped in front of a mansion. I looked up and wrote three vigorous characters "Che Wangfu". I felt relieved and hurried to catch up, and finally arrived. When the housekeeper in front of the door saw Che coming back, he hurriedly greeted him. Che nodded slightly and said hello. Then I took me down from the horse, regardless of the surprised eyes of the people around me.

Che helped me with a cripple and walked in. As soon as he walked through the door, a housekeeper-like man came over with two families. From the perspective of the appearance of the comer, he is only 40 years old at most, which is not as smart and sophisticated as my prime minister's father's confidant.

He quickly walked to Che, bowed and said respectfully, "Master, you are back."

"Hmm." There was no expression on Che's face, just a gentle hum. Then he turned to me and said, "Qier, this is Song Zhe, the housekeeper."

"Hello." I pulled a bright smile and stretched out a hand to Song Zhe. Song Zhe was stunned when he saw my outstretched hand and didn't know what I was going to do. I stuck out my tongue. Shit, I forgot that it was in ancient times.

"Soong Zhe met Miss Yan." Song Zhe quickly recovered from his surprise and bowed his head to me. Miss Yan? This time it was my turn to be surprised. I looked at Che with inquiring eyes, and Che raised his eyebrows and smiled at me. I instantly found out that this must be Che's news about me to the people in the house.

Che put one hand on my waist casually, gently held it, and walked slowly forward. With the power of Che, it was no longer so laborious for me to walk, and my legs suddenly became much easier. Looking at him gratefully, he smiled and tightened his arms around my waist.

"How is the house when I'm away?" Che asked Song Zhe, who was walking behind him with an indifferent expression.

"Don't worry, everything is fine."

"Hmm." Che nodded, "Can Mingxiang Pavilion be properly take care of?"

"My subordinates have rearranged according to my master's instructions."

I didn't want to listen to their master and servant talk about family affairs and look up at the clear royal palace. To be honest, the Che Palace can be said to be far from what I imagined. I thought that with the status of Che, his emperor's father would have to give him a magnificent house. As a result, I felt that the yard was not rich enough, but more elegant. This also suits my taste. I have always liked those complicated things, but it feels so clean and comfortable.

The cloister house in the house is very fine, and the distance between the rooms is just right. It will not feel empty or too crowded. I looked at the tall plants covered in green by the spring breeze in the courtyard and smiled at the corners of my mouth.

"Do you like it?" Che, who hugged me, saw my smile and asked gently.

"Hmm." I nodded and did not hide my love for his house.

"Then consider my proposal." Che whispered in my ear, and the warm breath blew through my ears, itching.

Knowing that he was talking about marrying him as a princess, I pretended to think hard, raised my eyes, glanced at him and said, "It's worth it."

"Real?" Che raised his eyebrows and looked at me.

"What do you think?"

"I..." Che was about to speak, but was interrupted by the soft voice in front of him. Qianqian has met Your Highness and Miss.

I turned my head and saw that it was indeed Shui Qianqian. She was standing in front of the moon-shaped arch and bowed to me. She probably just came out of it, so we didn't notice her. After not seeing her for a few months, she seems to be more charming than before. The charm of the corners of my eyes made me frown. A water-green dress set off her broken skin, which was lovely.

I looked at her, and the familiar boredom rose again, and I forgot to flatten her for a moment. And Che beside him also squeezed his mouth and said no, allowing Shuiqian to maintain that awkward posture. It was not until Song Zhe coughed behind me that I came to my senses and hurriedly helped Shuiqian and said, "Xingqian, don't be polite. Please get up quickly."

"Yes." Shuiqian stood up as soft as a boneless body, and her eyes seemed to inadvertently take the clear hand around my waist. There was a moment of viciousness in her eyes, but then she regained her clever appearance, so fast that I even suspected that I was dazzled myself.

"I haven't come to serve you yet." Song Zhe's tone behind him was slightly harsh, obviously dissatisfied with the water still in front of the moon gate.

"Yes, I know it's wrong." Looking at Shui Qianqian's frightened appearance, my heart tightened and I unconsciously pulled the clear robe in my hand.

"Soong Zhe." Cheyu looked at Song Zhe with reproach, in intention of blaming him for treating my maidservant like this.

Song Zhe lowered his eyes and said, "Miss, please forgive me."

A faint smile appeared at the corners of my mouth, "I don't know how to be polite. What Mr. Song taught me is that there is nothing wrong."

Song Zhe looked up with a slightly extended face, and the alienation from me in his original eyes also faded a little.

Che hugged me and continued to walk forward. Shuiqian lowered her eyes and followed her. I didn't know what she was thinking. After the moon arch, a unique courtyard appeared in front of him. There are many tea trees planted in the courtyard, and a winding path is coiled around the tea trees. There is also a tall sycamore tree in the courtyard, and the small building on the second floor can stand side by side with it. There is a plaque hanging on the small building, and the three words "Mingxiang Pavilion" are mentioned on it.

"Go in and have a look?" I said in a negotiable tone.

"Hmm." I nodded obediently and followed him into the house.

The layout of the small building is simple and elegant, but it is not aristocratic. Looking at the whole set of golden nanmu furniture in the hall, I can't put it down, not to mention the red sandalwood carved wooden shelf with plants inconspicuous. I almost ran over and threw away the plants on it, and then held the shelf for myself.

There are fine porcelain tea sets on the table in front of the hall. I took a cursory look and felt a little like enamel porcelain. There are ink landscape paintings hanging on the wall, which are probably from the overall picture layout and strokes. After scanning around, I can only say two words, luxury.

"Do you still like it?"

"I like it." I muttered, staring at a decorative gold and jade vase, thinking about how much money I could exchange for it.

"Is it good to live here?" With a smile, look at me with golden eyes.

"Good." I promised very quickly, thinking that if I run away again in the future, I can sell these miscellaneous things as tolls, but I don't know if I still have a chance to run away.

"Upstairs is your bedroom."

"I want to go up and have a look." I raised my face and looked at Che a little waywardly. He smiled and said, "I'll stay with you."

Seeing this, Song Zhe and the two family behind them quietly retreated, leaving Che and me in the room. Che came over calmly and skillfully held me in his arms. I struggled for a moment, and Che tightened me in my arms and said like coaxing my daughter, "Stop it. You still have injuries on your leg. Don't walk."

"But didn't I come all the way to the royal palace?"

"Would you like me to carry you all the way into the Mingxiang Pavilion from the gate of Che Wangfu?"

"Of course not."

"That's it. I just followed your wishes. Shouldn't you follow me now?"

"I..." Forget it, it's just a little thing. Why fight again? Che took me to the second floor with his lazy smile, gently pushed the door open, walked into the house, and put me straight in **.

"It's time for you to take a break." There was no expression on Che's face, just like another Yan Yingchen.

I spit out my tongue at Che and said, "Old uncle."

"What?" Che bent down and put his face close to me, "Taste it again."

"Say that you are talkless, Your Highness."

"Real?" Che directly put his face over. According to my visual inspection, the tip of our noses is no more than 1 centimeter. I subconsciously covered my lips and said sullenly, "What are you doing?"

"I don't do anything." With that, Che straightened up and his eyes were full of playful smiles. "You sleep for a while, I'll come over at night." After saying that, he turned around and walked out.

"Che," I got up again and called him, "Ziqin and Huaishu..."

"I have sent someone to invite them over. You can have a good rest." Che shook his robe sleeves and walked out of the room.

I stayed alone in the room and began to look around and observe my bedroom. The furniture in the room is also made of golden wood. There are four six-legged stools next to an Eight Immortal table, which is my favorite blue and white porcelain tea set. In the box on the dressing table, there are all kinds of hairpins and shakes neatly, as well as rouge gouache. I slipped to the edge of the wardrobe and gently opened the door, which was unexpectedly placed with various skirts. In particular, beside a pile of clothes and skirts, there are also several sets of men's clothing, which I think Che told Song Zhe to buy.

The carved big ** hangs a lavender curtain, which is my only favorite color. ** is covered with soft mattresses, with two quilts neatly coded on the inside, and lavender without exception. I fell on ** with a heartfelt smile on my face. Che, thank you for doing this for me.

"Dangdang." I heard someone knocking on the door outside.

"Please come in." I was busy sitting up from ** and returning to normal.

The two of them pushed the door and came in. It turned out that Ziqin and Huaishu had not been seen for many days. I shouted "ah" and didn't care about the pain in my legs. I rushed over and hugged them with an arrow. Ziqin couldn't help brushing down when she saw my tears. Huaishu's expression was relatively calm. I guess she got the true biography of my brother. Looking closely, Huaishu seems to be much taller and stronger. He was shorter than me when he left, and now he is now more than my skull.

After a burst of excitement, I took their hands and sat down on the stool by the table, ready to gossip.

"Ziqin, why did you lose weight? Are they not good to you?" I looked carefully at Ziqin's face and found that her cheeks were a little concave. Obviously, she had suffered a lot. I couldn't help but feel nervous and worried that they would not be doing well in the Chewang Mansion.

When Ziqin heard this, tears fell down again and shook her head at me, but she sobbed and couldn't speak. I looked at Huaishu. Huaishu sighed gently and said, "Since my sister left the book, Sister Ziqin has been worried about you. She can't eat well and sleep well every day, so she gradually lost weight." He paused and said, "Brother Che treats us very well. Don't get me wrong." Listening to Huaishu's tone, I thought of Yan Yingchen again, and my heart was sad, and I don't know what happened to my brother? It's been almost half a year since I came out, but I don't even have any news about him.

"Ziqin, I'm sorry to worry you so much. I promise you that it won't happen again, I swear." I took Ziqin's hand, raised my right hand, and said solemnly. Ziqin looked at my serious face and finally burst into tears and choked and said, "As long as the young lady is safe, Ziqin is afraid that the young lady is not doing well."