After listening to what Luo Fengtang said about the current situation of the Ninth Princess, Yang Ruoqing also sighed softly.

She knew that he had never been very interested in other people's affairs, let alone inquire about a widowed princess. She must have learned about it from Qi Xingyun when she went to the East Palace to ask Qi Xingyun to borrow the manor today.

"Qi Xingyun and the Ninth Princess should have some friendship, otherwise the Ninth Princess would not have handed over the manor to Qi Xingyun to help take care of it." Yang Ruoqing said.

Luo Fengtang nodded, "That's right. The things I just told you about the Ninth Princess were all told to me by the way when His Highness the Crown Prince talked about the manor today."

Yang Ruoqing nodded, "Since Qi Xingyun told you here, perhaps intentionally or unintentionally, that the real owner of the manor is the Ninth Princess,"

"Then, out of emotion and reason, I think it is necessary to go to the Ninth Princess to express my gratitude," she said.

Luo Fengtang hesitated and said, "It's definitely inconvenient for me. I'll have to trouble you, Qing'er, about this."

Yang Ruoqing rolled her eyes at him, "Fool, she is a widowed princess. Even if the prince's consort is still alive, it must be me, a woman, who should do this kind of thanking and walking around!"

Luo Fengtang smiled.

Yang Ruoqing added: "This Ninth Princess is a fan of mine. Now that she is imprisoned in the house, her life must be very boring."

"When I go there, I will bring her a novel to relieve her fatigue."

The book "A Dream of Red Mansions" that carried Cao Xueqin also had a perfect ending in this time and space. According to Zuo Junmo, the ending made a lot of crazy men and women cry.

Because the sales are so good, many fans are eagerly looking forward to her next novel.

Therefore, in the past six months, after Yang Ruoqing reunited with her son, she was able to take some free time every day to write her second novel.

The second novel was naturally copied from the novels she had read in her previous life, and in order to make her writing more vivid and attractive, she also specially selected those that had been made into TV series to plagiarize.

So, on this trip to Beijing, in addition to her wine-making skills, she also brought a thick novel with her.

It was an only copy copied by myself. It was originally intended to be handed over to Mrs. Han, the great bookseller in the capital who cooperated with Zuo Junmo and the wife of the former Ge Lao.

Now that she has the flowers and fruits in such a big manor as the Ninth Princess, Yang Ruoqing plans to give this novel to the Ninth Princess, a unique copy, the only one in the world.

The name of the novel is: "Feng Shen Bang"

…

I handed the post to Ninth Princess, and within two days, Ninth Princess sent someone over to pick Yang Ruoqing up for a visit.

This is the first time Yang Ruoqing has entered the Ninth Princess's mansion.

I don’t know whether it’s because the Ninth Princess has closed her door to greet guests for a year and hardly interacts with the outside world, or because the male master of the house, the Prince Consort, has died.

This mansion is full of lifelessness, with obvious yin and yang decline, and there is a sense of desolation and depression everywhere.

The mansion is very large, with deep courtyards, one level after another.

The trees planted on the roadside are also of excellent varieties, and the various carved railings and painted buildings, as well as the stone staircases on the Jade Street, are also very elegant.

We can see how much care the Queen of Korea put into buying the dowry mansion for her only legitimate daughter when she was still alive.

It's just that time has changed, things have changed, and without the nourishment of popularity, even the best objects and furnishings will be lifeless.

Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath and followed a nanny through the deep courtyard to the door of the ninth princess Qi Aoshan's bedroom.

"Mrs. Zhongyongbo, please wait here and allow me to go in and report to the princess."

The grandma who was leading the way said to Yang Ruoqing.

Yang Ruoqing bowed slightly to express her gratitude.

Grandma went into the house to report back. Yang Ruoqing stood on the corridor of the bedroom, her eyes sweeping over the secluded little courtyard.

In the small yard, chrysanthemums were in full bloom.

Under a camphor tree, a swing frame hangs.

It's just that the swing frame is covered with fallen leaves. Apparently, its owner has no interest in swinging on it for a long time.

Turning his eyes elsewhere, he discovered that there were many flowerpots of different sizes and heights placed in the small yard.

But the flower pots were all empty. Obviously the Ninth Princess is a person who likes flowers and plants, but now, the flowers and plants in this yard are all barren...

"Mrs. Zhongyongbo, the princess invites you."

The nanny who went in to report came out again and respectfully rolled up the curtain.

Yang Ruoqing smiled faintly, turned around and straightened her clothes, then raised her hand to lightly touch the hairpin on her head, and then stepped through the door.

…

When her figure disappeared behind the door curtain, someone on the empty flower wall reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

His tall and tall figure leaned against the flower wall, and his purple robe added a touch of dignity to his appearance.

The purple jade crown is worn on the top of his hair, revealing a dignified face, with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes. The domineering king and the infatuation of a man are conflictingly entangled in his eyes. His sword-shaped eyebrows are slightly frowned, and he seems to have countless desires.

melancholy.

"Your Highness, it's almost time. It's time to return to the palace."

The waiter came over quietly and reminded me softly.

Qi Xingyun nodded slightly, and when he left, he couldn't help but turn around again, looking past the hollow in the middle of the flower wall and looking at the door of the bedroom again, before turning around and leaving...

Qi Aoshan's bedroom was filled with a faint cold fragrance.

When Yang Ruoqing came in, she saw at a glance a futon spread on a soft bed under the north window. Qi Aoshan, dressed in green clothes, was sitting cross-legged on the futon, holding a string of sandalwood beads between her fingers.

Is this... taking refuge in my Buddha?

Suspicion flashed in her heart, Yang Ruoqing came to the vicinity of Ruantao, leaned over and blessed Qi Aoshan, and called out softly: "Ninth Princess."

Qi Aoshan slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw Yang Ruoqing standing in front of her, a glimmer of light flashed through Qi Aoshan's stagnant eyes.

"Mrs. Luo, please sit down quickly." She raised her hand and forced a faint smile on her face.

Yang Ruoqing thanked her and sat down on a spoon next to her, her eyes falling on Qi Aoshan in front of her.

"After nearly two years of not seeing each other, the Ninth Princess has lost a lot of weight." Yang Ruoqing said.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Yang Ruoqing wouldn't have dared to look at the thin, haggard-looking woman in front of her, who was dressed in plain clothes and had a bare face.

Mixed up with the proud woman in my memory who always wore a red dress and showed off her bright eyes like a blazing flame.

"However, it seems that the Ninth Princess's temperament has matured a lot." Yang Ruoqing continued.

After listening to Yang Ruoqing's words, Qi Aoshan smiled bitterly and raised her hand to touch her face and said: "Hey, I was young and ignorant of the world in the past. Now, I have grown up overnight. Aoshan is lonely and makes Mrs. Luo laugh!"

Yang Ruoqing shook her head gently: "What the Ninth Princess said is wrong. No one can be a carefree girl all the time, and I am the same. I think my son was stolen by a gangster when he was a baby. For seven years, I was like living in hell.

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Chapter completed!