"It's always such a coincidence." Ling Yue pushed open the window, looked at the moonlight outside, and frowned.

The author of this book really doesn't know what he has experienced. Every time and every story always ends.

She wanted to add a perfect or almost perfect ending to them, but she knew that she was not good at writing, and such a story would eventually become a dog-tailed continuation.

Sighing and feeling seemed to be the feeling of reading this book every time, Ling Yue still felt depressed.

She looked at the moonlight outside. Tonight was the full moon night, and the time when the main body of the story was born... it was tomorrow?

Ling Yue shivered, and she quickly tiptoed to close the window, relieving her strange guess in her heart: "It's summer, why does it still have a cold wind!"

It must be because I was too sleepy, yes, I couldn't keep up with my physical strength. Ling Yue quickly made the bed, and when I was ready, the person lay in a drowsy place.

The moon is sixteen and sixteen, does this prove what?

Ling Yue was very uneasy. The only thing she could relate to reality through this story seems to be that there is only such a time connection.

But what if it appears? Tomorrow is sixteen.

Ling Yue took a deep breath. Although she was pressing on such a big thing in her heart, she still fell asleep quickly.

Without a dream all night, Ling Yue slept until dawn the next day.

When the light of the morning light shone through the window into the room and shone on Ling Yue's cheeks.

Zhiqiu locked the door outside the house: "Girl, girl, are you awake? Mr. Jue is looking for you."

Ling Yue tried hard to support her body with her elbow and said lazily: "Well, come in first."

Zhiqiu responded, pushed open the door and entered the inner room: "Girl, I will serve you to change your clothes."

When all the makeup and clothing were ready, Ling Yue also woke up: "You said just now, brother is here to find me?"

"Yes!" Zhiqiu was holding a tired butterfly inlaid with silver hairpins in his hands and compared it on Ling Yue's bun, "Young Master Jue is just outside now."

"Chai, I can do it myself." Ling Yue turned around and told Zhiqiu: "You go and call your brother first."

"Yes." Knowing the blessing of autumn.

She has not forgotten what day it is. It is precisely because of this that Ling Yue was a little nervous about her brother's arrival later.

Yinchai was tightly held in Ling Yue's palm until Ling Jue stood beside her, and she suddenly realized that she had not realized it.

"Why are you stupid again in broad daylight?" Ling Jue pried away Ling Yue's knuckles that were white due to force, and inserted the hairpin to the right position for her.

"Oh, it's just a god." Ling Yue stood up and asked anxiously: "Why did my brother come to look for me early in the morning?"

Ling Jue's eyes immediately fell on the book, the book "Strange Talks" that was spread out, and said with a smile: "I heard you came back last night."

Ling Yue did not dare to look directly at the eyes of her brother, so she pretended to be sorting out the book case, and then closed the book she had spread out: "Isn't this going to find Sister Qiu Shui and talk about Miaochuntang's affairs?"

"Oh?" Ling Jue didn't seem to believe it very much, but he didn't ask much: "I came to your room yesterday, and I was idle around it, so I flipped through it."

This explains why candles are always lit in the room and why the book is opened.

However, Ling Yue still had doubts in her heart. Obviously, if her brother flipped through it casually, why did she stay on that page?

"I came here just to ask you." Ling Jue finally expressed his purpose for coming here earlier: "What is Miss Qiu Shui's idea?"

In this matter, Sister Qiu Shui is naturally willing to help, but Dr. Hua is an unknown person: "The doctors in Miaochun Hall are very good at medical skills, but there are inevitably a few who are unable to cooperate."

"Yes." Ling Jue nodded, agreeing with this: "Today is the time for the agreement, I hope this matter can be resolved successfully."

When Ling Yue heard this, she accidentally knocked over a box of rouge, and packed it up in a panic, and then calmed down: "Well, it must be possible."

Could it be that what we are going to have today is not the opposite, but the treatment of Li Guan’s injuries and illnesses? This means that that story is a sign of bad things?

After seeing Ling Jue off, Ling Yue called Zhiqiu, and the two of them changed into light clothes and went out.

"Girl, where are we going in such a hurry?" Zhiqiu was puzzled. Looking at Ling Yue's appearance, she felt a layer of sweat.

Ling Yue took off the hairpin rings that Zhiqiu had worn for herself one by one: "Go to Qin Mansion, I will tell you the specific way, we will leave now."

"Ah? OK, girl, wait for the maid." Zhiqiu took a paper umbrella with oil paper: "The sun is strong outside, don't leave so anxiously."

After getting on the carriage, the driver of the horse received Ling Yue's order and did not dare to neglect at all. The whip in his hand waved to make the wind.

When the two arrived at the gate of the Qin Mansion, they only took only a cup of tea.

Ling Yue nodded and thanked: "I'm sorry, the coachman, run away this time, you can go home first."

I expected that after she saw Qin Qiushui, she would definitely not be able to leave for a while.

The Qin Mansion and the Empress Dowager's family had relatives, so although there was no one in the court, the scale of the mansion and the amount of food and clothing were no less than that of the luxury nobles.

Even compared with her father, the Marquis of Pingyang, who had great military achievements, and her mother, the eldest princess, they could not lose the disadvantage.

Ling Yue had already deeply understood this when she came last time. To be honest, she also had some injustice because of this.

The Empress Dowager was too biased. Just because the Qin family was hers, the treatment was so high that it could be compared with the officials of the court.

However, after all, she is a royal relative. Didn’t she also gain many benefits that people have never seen in life?

Ling Yue just sighed and gave up. She was already asking the Clay Buddha to cross the river, so where did the exquisite thoughts come from to think about these things?

Because I specially asked Zhiqiu to order it last time, Ling Yue came again, which really saved a lot of time-consuming and laborious notifications.

Except for waiting at the gate of Qin Mansion, she and Zhiqiu were unobstructed all the way.

Zhiqiu praised Ling Yue's vision repeatedly: "Miss, it's a good thing that you asked me to prepare in advance, otherwise, how could we have such a smooth journey?"

Zhiqiu was the most agile, and it was obvious that Ling Yue had something to talk about when she saw Qin Qiushui. However, if the girl didn't say it, she wouldn't ask too much.

"Girl, Miss Yue is here to find you." Aruo held a basin of warm water in his hand. He had just used it to clean the noodles. Before he could pour it out, he rushed to spread it.

Qin Qiushui was carefully sketching a peony on the drawing paper with great interest. He put the pen aside after hearing this, "Come in quickly."

Aruo responded and turned around to welcome Ling Yue and her maid Zhiqiu in: "We girls are anxious."

"Sister Qiushui." Ling Yue's eyes fixed on the drawing paper, and she couldn't help but chuckled: "No wonder she is the most famous talented girl in Kyoto. I remember, you were embroidering before, but today I actually changed it to a painting!"
Chapter completed!