Since Pingting accompanied Miss Hua to burn incense together, her affection for Pingting has increased greatly. She always seems to have endless things to say to Pingting, and she is more intimate to Pingting than the girl who has been with her for several years. Miss Hua's close girl Dong'er gradually became more ill and had to send it home for her parents to take care of her. In this way, Miss Hua simply appointed Pingting to come to her side to serve her.

In this way, Pingting went from a rough maid to a female worker, and then from a female worker to a female close-fitting girl, and jumped two levels in a row, envious and killed others.

Although it is not midsummer in September, the tiger in autumn is still quite fierce.

One or two girls' chucklings often came from under the tree in the courtyard.

"That's right?"

"wrong."

"That's how it is?"

"wrong."

Miss Hua fiddled with the needle and thread for a long time but still couldn't figure it out. She threw the embroidery circle on her hand in annoyance, "It's not fun at all. Look at how many blood spots were pierced in my hand."

Pingting smiled and said, "It's not fun to tell the lady. When I first learned this, my fingers were swollen. What do you think of these little bits of ladies?" She should have sneaked away long ago, but because she couldn't find out about the news about the young master and the rest of the Prince Jing'an Mansion, she had no place to go even after leaving, so she had to stay in the Hua Mansion for the time being. As for the guqin, although Pingting loved it very much, its origin was really strange, so she placed it in the lady's room. After all, this zither was given to Miss Hua Mansion by someone else.

"I want to embroider something for him..." The person I mentioned in Miss Hua was naturally her beloved lover.

"Miss..." Butler Hua seemed to be looking for Miss Hua and hurriedly stepped into the yard. He looked up and saw the two of them, and smiled, "It turns out that Miss is here, so I can find it. There are guests outside asking for a visit to Miss."

"Who wants to see me?"

"He is a young and handsome young man with the man who stopped the sedan chair and delivered the piano halfway. The young man said his name was Dong Dingnan."

Pingting's expression changed slightly and she thought to herself: It's really coming to her door.

"Please come inside." Miss Hua ordered the housekeeper, turned her head and held Pingting's hands excitedly, and her eyes lit up, "How, I guess right? He is indeed here to find you."

Pingting smiled and said, "He is looking for a lady, not me."

Miss Hua sneered: "Come on, why are you shy at this time? Come with me."

Miss Hua pulled Pingting into the room. As soon as she sat behind the curtain, Butler Hua led the visitor in.

"Miss, Mr. Dong is here."

"I understand. Butler Hua, you go out first."

Miss Hua and Pingting peeked quietly behind the curtain.

The housekeeper turned around and left, and there was only a young man left opposite the curtain. He was not dressed in a gorgeous manner but noble, with fine fabrics, dark eyebrows and eyes, bright and majestic in his eyes, and he was full of kingly spirit in every move. He was actually a rare beauty.

Miss Hua was stunned for a moment, and attached herself to Pingting's ear and said, "It seems that it's really good to play the piano, and it can attract such a beautiful man."

Pingting was as surprised as Miss Hua, but she was not thinking the same thing in her heart.

She was well-informed in the Jing'an Palace and could see at a glance that Dong Dingnan was vaguely arrogant in his noble manner and expression. He was not an ordinary rich child.

Could this person be Minister Donglin?

Even...the Donglin royal family?

This possibility cannot be said to be lacking. After all, this is the capital of Donglin, a place where the powerful people from Donglin gather. The momentum of Dongdingnan's subordinates to send pianos and the generous gifts are even more suspicious.

Dong Dingnan entered the house and saw a curtain in front of him. He knew that the beauty must be peeping inside. He had always been full of confidence in himself and said loudly: "In the next Dong Dingnan, I will take the liberty to visit the lady." He bowed to the curtain and smiled gracefully inside.

In fact, he was not named Dong, nor was he called Dingnan, but Chu Beijie, the younger brother of King Donglin. Chu Beijie has been fighting abroad for many years and is used to the power, wisdom and bloody and violent on the battlefield. He suddenly returned to the gorgeous capital, and felt extremely bored. Two days ago, he took his servants to the Banshan Temple in the suburbs to relax. Suddenly, he heard a beautiful sound of piano, which made people feel refreshed and unspeakable.

How can you miss such a beautiful woman?

As the king's brother and the first prince of Donglin, the king of Zhenbei, Chu Beijie, immediately launched an offensive. He made a decision and then moved, so he asked for a meeting, sent a zither, and investigated the details of the Hua family. Finally, he came to visit.

Miss Hua saw Pingting quietly looking outside the curtain without saying anything, saying that she was overjoyed and didn't know what to say. Miss Hua's eyes rolled and she said loudly: "Since you know that Tang is abrupt, why do you still ask to see my lady? My lady has never seen outsiders."

Pingting frowned and looked at Miss Hua, but Miss Hua just winked at her proudly.

"The sound of the piano is moving, I hope to listen to another song, and I wish to fulfill my wish." Chu Beijie's answer was concise and clear, and open and honest.

Pingting was thinking about the origin of Dong Dingnan, and racked her brains to remember that there was a nobleman named Dong in Donglin. She thought to herself: This person used a pseudonym. If I found out my background, it would be very bad. When Pingting saw Miss Hua talking again, she waved her hand gently and asked, "Young Master, are you here to ask for a song?"

"yes."

"The young master sent the Fengtong Guqin, which is hard to find for a thousand gold coins, but I hope I can play a song with this piano for the young master?"

"good."

Pingting lowered her head and pondered, sat in front of the piano, and raised her fingers.

The quiet sound of the piano comes over the curtain, like a mountain spring coming out of the rocks, gurgling down the mountain, moving away and moving.

All around were quiet, and everyone seemed to have held their breath.

The sound of the piano gradually changed from melodious to rapid, and then slowly penetrated into sweet tenderness, but finally ended with a high-pitched vibrato.

After the song was over, Pingting said, "The sound of the piano passes with the wind and disappears as soon as it appears. After a song, will the young master ask for another song?"

Chu Beijie said happily: "Miss is really understanding, Dingnan really wants to ask for another song."

"The young master gave the piano gift, and we have already returned the song just now." Pingting's voice suddenly turned cold and she said lightly, "Playing the piano is a trivial matter, but it's not a good idea to play it to someone who wants to hide his name."

Chu Beijie was slightly stunned and bowed and asked, "Why do you think I used a pseudonym?"

"Young Master, don't ask me how I guessed it." Pingting knew that she had really planned it right, and a sly smile appeared on her face and asked softly, "Young Master, just tell me, have I guessed it right?"

Chu Beijie's eyes lit up and he looked at the curtain with a bright look. He only thought that Miss Hua Mansion was a beautiful woman with unparalleled piano skills. Now it seems that she is Lan Xin and is hard to find in the world. He replied in a deep voice: "Miss is amazing. 'Dong Dingnan' is my pseudonym, but the lady saw through it at first glance."

"Why do you use a pseudonym?"

Chu Beijie and Pingting faced each other across the curtains. They felt that the woman inside was smart and clever. When they talked to her, they felt excited to face the enemy at the moment. They immediately put away their modest attitude of admiring the beauty, smiled faintly, and counterattacked: "Why did the lady meet the guests behind the curtain?"

“Is meeting important?”

"Does that name matter?"

"How can the young master compare this way? The young master comes for the song and asks me for it. Naturally, he should be sincere and report his real name."

Chu Beijie sat next to the coffee table, tasted a bit of cold tea, and asked, "Miss, don't you want anything?"

"Oh?" Pingting frowned, "What am I begging for?"

"What the lady asked for is naturally a soulmate." A low laughter escaped from her throat.

Pingting secretly sighed that this person is difficult to deal with, but she had to admit that he has a confident charm, which made others feel that he is so arrogant and reasonable.

Pingting's heart was beating, and she couldn't help but stand up and lean into the curtain to look out secretly.

Chu Beijie was sitting openly, with a calm face, but he looked like I knew you were peeking. Pingting's eyes hovered over his handsome lines like a god himself, and fell on the jade pendant worn by Chu Beijie's waist.

The slim figure behind the curtain immediately shook slightly—

The jade pendant is filled with bright light, and you can tell it is the best at first glance. What is even more noticeable is that it is marked by the Donglin royal family.

He must be from the Donglin royal family.

Pingting's eyes suddenly lit up. She had been in Donglin for several months, and the Hua Mansion was blocked. She didn't know any news about Prince Jing'an's Mansion. Why didn't she take this opportunity to inquire about Dong Dingnan, who seemed to be quite powerful?

Thinking of this, Pingting's dark eyes were covered with a layer of cunning.

"Since the young master is a soulmate, do you have any thoughts on the song you just said?"

"Thoughts?" Chu Beijie stared at the curtains, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose, showing a proud smile, and said slowly, "Just just now, like a crane flying through the clouds, or like an eagle looking down at the earth, it can be seen that the lady has infinite interest in everything in the world, and is not a person who is inferior to the boudoir, and her passion and ambition are better than men."

The beautiful body shook—

Unexpectedly, Dong Dingnan was so powerful that she could really see through her nature in a song. When the alarm bell rang, she couldn't help but feel a little admiration for this elegant man.

Pingting sighed: "Young master is really amazing, but unfortunately I can't help but go all over the world like a man. The outside world must be big and beautiful."

In this statement, Ms. Hua, who had been listening to their conversation, nodded quickly to express her consent.

Pingting sighed for a moment and asked again: "I heard... there is a country of return to the country of Le, with extremely beautiful scenery. Everyone loves to sing songs?"
Chapter completed!