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Qu Ling glared at him. If Xiao Yi hadn't been secretly following him, she would have pounced on him and beat him up.

Murong Yan laughed, then said: "If you want, I'll help you find it. "But don't have too much hope, even if you have money you might not be able to buy it."

Qu Ling knew that the more precious the item, the harder it was to find.

Halfway through eating wonton, Murong Yan suddenly said. "Didn't you say you want to open another set of South Wind House on East Street? I've found a suitable place, do you want to go and take a look? "

Opening South Wind House stores in different parts of the nation had always been Qu Ling's dream. She immediately said: "Look! However, after a few days, I have some matters to attend to. "

Murong Yan nodded slightly, he did not ask her what was the matter, and his gaze swept across her hands that were wrapped like rice dumplings until only five fingers were revealed, and asked softly: "Are you injured?"

Qu Ling did not want to say more, he said without lifting his head, "Small injury, it will heal in two days."

Murong Yan frowned, but did not ask.

As a qualified "spy", the moment Xiao Yi returned to the manor, he immediately informed Master about the things that had happened between the two of them after Qu Ling and Murong Yan.

Xiao Jingyue squinted his eyes, suddenly laughed coldly, and instructed in a low tone: "Immediately send someone to check the South Wind House."

Xiao Yi accepted the order and was about to go down, when he heard his master ask again, "Have you made any progress with the person this general has asked you to find?"

Xiao Yi: "…"

He had been so busy hanging out with his wife lately that he had completely forgotten about it.

Seeing that he did not make a sound, Xiao Jingyue waved his hand irritably, telling Xiao Yi to step down.

Half a month had passed, but there was still no sign of him at all.

There was no news from Master, no news from the little servant in South Wind House, and no news from the woman that night either.

When did the people under his command become so useless?

Xiao Jingyue walked over to the table and sat down. He took out that hairpin from his chest and started to carefully examine it.

This type of hairpin didn't look like the jewellery worn by the women of Qi Kingdom, but more like …

"Mistress."

Xiao Er's voice suddenly came from outside the study, planning out for Xiao Jingyue's future.

Xiao Jingyue kept the hairpin and asked: "What's the matter?"

The Xiao Er replied, "General Chen has come. He said that he wants to find you to go out and have some wine."

Xiao Jingyue got up and walked out of the study.

In the fall of Meng, the temperature in Yajing was still relatively high.

In a certain room on the third floor of Treasure Pavilion, there was a burning fire.

Huo Xinyi was sitting beside the stove to roast the fire, but even so, his hands were still stinging from the cold.

The servant girl who had followed her for so many years asked with a face full of worry, "Do you want this servant to set up another oven for you?"

Huo Xinyi exhaled a breath of cold air, shook his head with a pale face, and said: "No need."

Her hands would not warm unless she put them in the stove.

A few days ago, she had only felt a little cold in her body. When she woke up one morning, her hands had suddenly turned as cold as ice, and no matter how she tried to cover them with her hands, she couldn't warm them.

Now she felt her arms begin to chill.

She should have known this day would come when she had chosen this path.

Huo Xinyi laughed bitterly. After a long while, he suddenly asked: "Did that girl Qu Ling get a hairpin in the pavilion?"

The servant girl replied, "It was Master Chen who answered the order."

Huo Xinyi was silent for a moment, then said: "After the hairpin is complete, get Old Chen to give it to me first."

"Yes."

In the blink of an eye, the day of Li Chenxuan's birthday arrived.

The son of the Minister of War's elder came over, and he doted on Li Chenxuan, his only son, and now that his son, who had been sick since young, had finally recovered, everyone in the capital who remembered the name had sent an invitation. As such, the Minister of War Mansion was packed with people today.

Qu Ling followed Xiao Jingyue for a while, and while he was not paying attention, she ignored his warning and sneaked into the women's circle.

Seeing Qu Ling coming over, Li Ning'er raised his eyebrows, "If you aren't following your general, what are you doing here?"

The other husband and wife separated after entering the door. and General Xiao had been stuck in there for a long time, making him feel jealous and envious.

Qu Ling frowned, and asked back: "Why am I following him?"

"Who knows you." Li Ning'er curled his lips, pulled her to a place with no one around, and asked softly: "Have you ever gone to see Huo Xinyi before?"

Qu Ling was amused, "Do you care about me or about Huo Xinyi?"

Li Ning'er rolled his eyes, "You're thinking too much, I'm just curious."

A woman who came back from the dead, who wouldn't be curious?

Qu Ling shrugged his shoulders, "It's useless to be curious, I haven't seen her for a few days as well."

Li Ning'er was about to say something when a low shout suddenly came from behind him: "Who's there?"

The two of them turned their heads at the same time and saw a man in gorgeous clothes standing under a tree not far away from them.

Li Ning'er slowly turned around, facing the man. He touched his body and said gently: "This humble girl greets Young Master Li. Just now, this humble daughter and Mrs. Xiao felt that the garden was hot and stuffy, so they walked over together. It was unintentional to disturb Young Master Li, I hope that Young Master Li does not blame us. "

Qu Ling quietly stood at the side, looking at the man's face, he thought that the person who was riding the carriage the other day, was indeed Li Chenxuan.

This young master of the Li family was not at all like his big and tall, bearded father. Instead, he had a delicate and pretty face, and could be considered to be a handsome young master.

"Mrs. Xiao?" Li Chenxuan's gaze, that was as clear as water, landed on Qu Ling's body. His brows slightly furrowed, and for a long while, he took a step forward and cupped his hands in salute, "Greetings Mrs. Xiao."