Fan, hidden in the pillow?

What is it?

"That fan... looks very ordinary, it's just an ordinary fan, with a few words written on it, and I don't know it, but I recognize the signature..."

"Dark mist!" Ling Luoyu took over.

"Yes!" Zhao Qin's eyes were strange and surprised.

This little girl is actually right again.

"The fan was written by a person named Dark Wug, but I didn't know who he was at the time. I only knew that this thing must be very precious if it can be collected by Grandpa so carefully."

"Who else knows the signature of this fan?" Ling Luoyu interrupted him.

Zhao Qin's expression changed again.

After hesitating for a while, he felt a little lack of confidence: "Does this... have anything to do with it?"

"If Lord Qin thinks it's not that important, why should I hide it?"

"I"

"Some things, say it, it may be good for you and me!"

After hesitating for a long time, Zhao Qin finally gave the answer.

"Sister Qian..."

"Who?"

Qian Qian, the confidante of the old patriarch of the Zhao family.

In Ling Luoyu's impression, Zhao Qin called him "maternal mother" and was a confidant of the old patriarch. Whatever the case, he must be a half-aged **** who still has the charm.

did not expect--

In the red flowers and green leaves, a shadow is looming.

She is wearing a pink dress with long hair scattered, and she is carefully trimming the flower branches with flower scissors.

Zhao Qin grabbed Ling Luoyu's sleeves and nodded from a distance: "It's her."

"...That sister?"

Because, in the entire small garden, there is only such a beautiful sister.

She is said to be an older sister because she can't even call her aunt and aunt just by looking at her face.

"She is your grandfather's... confidante? This is really rosy..."

The perfect confidante!

"Look at this face value, shouldn't be more than twenty years old?"

Zhao Qin did not explain, but after finishing his clothes, he walked over and bowed respectfully ninety degrees: "Mrs Qian."

Qian Qian was still pruning the flowering branches without looking up: "Aren't you busy with your business? How come you have time to come to me?"

"I haven't come to see Grandma in a few days, how about Grandma?"

"What could be wrong with me? People are waiting for me to eat and drink, and I will enjoy flowers and play with water. What's wrong? It's you..."

Qian Qian looked up, her eyes swept across Ling Luoyu's face, and she immediately smiled.

"Qin'er, I have never seen a girl following you, this girl..."

Ling Luoyu bowed his knees and politely responded: "My name is Xiao Yuer, and I am the new maid of Master Qin."

"Big maid?" Qian Qian's eyes faded with a shallow smile: "Qin'er has never used a maid!"

Those eyes are more intriguing.

Ling Luoyu smiled calmly, but there was a wave in his heart

This woman is a beautiful young woman in her twenties, no matter in terms of appearance or temperament.

But when he met her eyes, Ling Luoyu read the vicissitudes of the vicissitudes of life.

This kind of look can only be experienced and steady after years and tempered by time.

From this, Ling Luoyu finally understood a little bit why Zhao Qin called her "mother".

This woman is definitely not as simple as it seems on the surface.

"Mother, Master Qin is because she knows that she likes quietness and can't bear to disturb you often. Naturally, we are not allowed to come to visit you. Therefore, you don't know my existence."