After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

Seeing Zhou Qinghe pick up the palace belt, the old woman poked her head out.

"You said, she's really going to die?"

"Who knows, love is death. Such a big thing happened today, and I couldn't go back to see her in order to stay with her. I don't know what's going on."

"Don't worry about that. I have specifically inquired about it. His Highness has had the injured taken to the other courtyard, and has also distributed steamed buns to those who cannot cook at home."

"To be honest, our master is a kind person."

"Isn't it? The farm where my eldest daughter married is a place where life is simply unbearable. The master is a stingy person who wants to squeeze every ounce of oil out of the land."

The two of them were talking, not caring at all about Zhou Qinghe's life or death.

The peacock blue palace belt faintly emitted a golden glow in the sunlight that filtered in from outside.

Listening to the two old women's discussions, Zhou Qinghe felt as if she was in a tug of war in her heart.

To be, or not to be? That is the question.

In this Great Jing Dynasty, she had worked hard to build up a business for herself.

Now, I am just trapped in this small villa.

The princess can't stay here forever, she will find a way to escape when she returns to Beijing.

What if he died, what if he really died?

However, his identity as a time traveler had already been known by that woman, and he had lost all his advantages.

She is an adult and has enough money, so she can do whatever she wants.

For example, she actually named the pencil Leyang Pen!

Zhou Qinghe felt depressed just thinking about it.

And that stupid woman Xiao is simply a pig teammate and you can't rely on her for anything.

Better to die and start over.

While Zhou Qinghe was struggling and hesitating, Qin Yaoguang slept soundly.

When I woke up, the heavy snow outside the window had stopped.

Beneath the layer of snow that was as white as a thick quilt, lay the devastation caused by the hail.

"What time is it?"

Qin Yaoguang opened his eyes and his voice became slightly hoarse.

"It's already the afternoon." Hanlu replied, walking forward with a cup of warm tea for rinsing the mouth.

I slept for so long.

Qin Yaoguang turned over and sat up, rubbing his eyes with the base of his hand: "Why didn't you call me?"

"The eldest young master is guarding the main hall, and no one is disturbing your peace."

As Hanlu spoke, she helped Qin Yaoguang rinse her mouth, then changed it to a cup of refreshing jasmine tea and helped her drink it slowly.

"If someone comes with a problem, the young masters and young ladies will discuss and handle it. If you can't make the decision, His Highness Chunning is still here."

Hanlu said with a smile, picked up the hot towel soaked in osmanthus fragrance from the copper basin, wrung out the water, and cleaned Qin Yaoguang's face.

In the villa, she grew up quickly.

Now, Hanlu has become a maid who can stand on her own.

The faint fragrance of flowers completely awakened Qin Yaoguang from her dazed state.

"Your Highness, please don't worry about it."

Qin Yaoguang smiled from the bottom of her heart.

The children are becoming more and more capable of taking on responsibilities.

Even Chun Ning has changed a lot compared to before.

She knew the plot, and knew that as long as the five children were given a stage, they would be able to transform into dragons when faced with storms.

But Chun Ning has always been a useless and invisible person in the original book.

What a big surprise for her!

It’s not in vain that I love this sister.

It seems that some people just lack the soil for growth, not that they lack the ability.

"Call Zhou Qinghe."

Hanlu agreed, but looked as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Qin Yaoguang laughed: "You want to ask, how do I know Zhou Qinghe is still alive?"

Maybe the little girl is too proud and can't stand being provoked.

What if he died in a fit of rage?

"Your Highness, my thoughts cannot be hidden from you." Hanlu complimented with a smile.

"She couldn't bear to die."

Qin Yaoguang said firmly: "If you die, there will be nothing left."

In the original book, Zhou Qinghe did not have the courage to face death head-on.

Qin Yaoguang put on her dress and walked out.

She did not disturb the children in the main hall.

Given the opportunity to exercise like this, she would let them do it.

It is just a small imperial estate with a few hundred people. With the good foundation laid in the morning, even if one or two mistakes are made now, it will not be a big deal.

When Zhou Qinghe came in, Qin Yaoguang was standing in front of the desk, drawing a picture of a snow scene.

She wore light makeup and her hair was casually tied into a bun.

However, her facial features are extremely bright, and the simpler the makeup and clothes, the more beautiful she looks.

The room was warm. Qin Yaoguang wore a silver-blue brocade robe with floral patterns over her sky-blue dress. She looked noble, yet lazy and unrestrained.

Whenever she stood there, whatever she did was pleasing to the eye.

"My daughter has met Her Royal Highness the eldest princess."

Zhou Qinghe just glanced at her secretly, then suppressed his jealousy and greeted her politely.

Qin Yaoguang just treated her as air and focused only on his own work.

It was she who asked someone to call Zhou Qinghe and deliberately painted.

Isn’t that how it’s played out on TV?

When a big shot meets a small person, in order to test him, he pretends to draw or play chess, or just sleeps.

The purpose is to test the other person's character.

But she wasn't doing this for the test.

Aren’t you desperate and insisting on seeing me?

I am the eldest princess, and you can meet me just like that?

If I don't let Zhou Qinghe know how powerful I am this time, she will dare to do it again next time.

How long does it take to paint a picture?

There is really no fixed number.

It depends on what kind of painting you want to do and to what extent.

Just like the painting "Eight Immortals Celebrating a Birthday", it took Qin Yaoguang nearly a month to complete it.

Green smoke curls up from the bronze gilt animal-ear incense burner.

The refreshing and invigorating scent of camphor fills the room with a rich aroma.

In the main hall, voices of people handling various matters could be heard from afar, making this place seem particularly quiet, like another world.

Zhou Qinghe's legs were numb from kneeling.

Qin Yaoguang didn't let her get up, so she didn't dare to get up.

Her knees were painful and numb, so she quietly shifted her weight to her heels. After a while, she felt sore in her elbows.

At this moment, she finally understood the pain that the five children from Zhufengyuan had felt when they were punished to kneel.

Every minute and every second is torture.

No, in fact, she was in more pain at that time than she is now.

Zhou Qinghe was now kneeling in a greeting position, with her hands supporting herself on the ground to distribute the weight of her entire body.

The punishment is to kneel straight, with all the pressure on the knees.

Later, Xiao even came up with the idea of ​​making the children kneel on broken porcelain pieces.

Extremely insidious.

It was unknown how long it had been before Qin Yaoguang put down his paintbrush, took a few steps back, looked at the painting on the desk, and nodded with satisfaction.

Hanlu brought her a cup of tea and waited for her to drink.

After wiping her mouth with a handkerchief, Qin Yaoguang pretended to have just seen Zhou Qinghe: "You're here? Get up and talk."

Hearing this, Zhou Qinghe lost all his strength and almost couldn't get up.

"You guys go down first. I want to talk to Miss Zhou."

"Yes." Hanlu took his people away and turned back to close the door.

Qin Yaoguang walked gracefully to the mahogany crabapple carved armchair and sat down. He shook his head and said, "Zhou Qinghe, I thought you were a smart person."