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The little girl suddenly ran over and called out loudly, "Miss Yun, the Third Marquis invites you over."

"What is it?" I stood up and brushed my hair from my ears.

Why didn't he tell me when he was there? Could it be … Embarrassed, he called for the girl.

His face was burning again as he looked down at his toes.

The girl said with a smile, "Miss Yun, the Third Marquis said he wants to go out and wants you to go with him."

Raising his head to look, did he also want to go out in this scorching weather?

What he saw was still his apologetic eyes. He helplessly said, "Zhiqiu, let's go out."

"Sure." I answered quickly.

Looking at his eyes, I could not help but feel more and more bashful, always thinking that he called me something soft little thing, that sound, really made my heart soften.

It seemed like he was used to holding my hand again, but I thought that there must be something different between us.

I looked up at him and said, "Is he coming?" "He's coming," he said.

"Yes." He smiled back at me. "So get out on such a hot day."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, a little helplessly, "Hai, actually, it might be better in the northwest." It's not like you have to drag anyone out just because they want to.

"The person who understands me the best is Yun Zhiqiu." He sighed and said, "Fortunately, I was able to meet you."

He would slow down and walk with me, through the foliage of the trees, as if he had forgotten the difference in status.

The back door was wide open, and a black carriage was parked outside. It was very quiet, but there was an air of arrogance about it.

As expected, the carriage that someone was riding did not look too pleasing to the eye.

The steward was also standing guard in front of a carriage. Xia Junchang first got on the carriage, then extended his hand to help me down.

The person in front didn't say where he was going, he just kept walking. Xia Junchang also didn't like to ask. We played chess in the carriage and had a hot fight.

"Master San, go to the pavilion and burn incense." The voice of the driver of the carriage told us.

While he was picking up the chess pieces, he was deep in thought. His brows were furrowed with worry.

He really was stingy. He still had to go and investigate the matter of Xia Junchang and Imperial Concubine Mu. The incense was truly a hilarious reason. How could such an arrogant and tyrannical person believe that a godly Buddha could incense someone like him?

Not to mention I don't believe it, even Xia Junchang didn't believe it.

As he picked up the chess pieces, he thought to himself, and a look of helplessness and regret appeared in his eyes.

I didn't want to see him in a difficult situation, so I patted his hand and said briskly, "Xia Junchang, don't worry too much, just look at me, take a good look, do I look like her?"

He looked up at me very seriously. There was a pampering smile in his eyes as he reached out and ruffled my hair. "You're you, not her."

For a moment, he felt that the action was too intimate. He retracted his hand and stiffly kept all the chess pieces.

Hearing him say that, I was really happy. I, Yun Zhiqiu, am myself, not the same as Mu Xue. Didn't anyone say that I look somewhat similar to another person? I've met Imperial Concubine Mu a few times. Even though I can't compare to her delicate beauty, there's still a bit of a resemblance between their brows.

"I can help you. The person who was in a sorry state that day was me."

There was surprise in his eyes. His heart ached even more. "Where did you spend the night?"

He lowered his head and sighed. "Yes, that was the night I buried my mother. I didn't dare go back. I was afraid of being alone."

"Zhiqiu, don't be sad." He stretched out his hand and wiped away my tears. "In the future, if you are unhappy, there will still be me. If I had been with you then, perhaps you would not have been afraid. "

I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes. "It's alright. It's already over. Very soon, I will also learn how to live a happy life happily by myself." So it turned out that no matter how long it took, I couldn't bring back that heartache. Recalling that night, I would still cry.

I took out a comb from my waist. "I want to comb my hair just like she did that day. Xia Junchang, you have to treat your mother well. No matter what you did wrong, at least I can't let her worry about you."

He said quietly, "It would be nice if I met you first, Zhiqiu."

Sigh, for some things, how could they be said late or early? When he was right, he might not meet the right person.

He added in a low voice, "But it's not too late, is it? Zhi Qiu is a good girl! "

I was in a daze. He took the comb from my hand and carefully combed my hair.

A gust of wind blew the curtain aside, cooling the feet and hair.

His fingers moved deftly through my hair, and I thought about his words, and then a faint shyness touched the corners of my mouth.

Xia Junchang, if you want to be good to me, then you have to be good to me!