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Chapter 22: What does this mean, my lord?

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    Pingyang's face changed completely, she muttered, "My lord, what does your lord mean?" The hand that was held by him struggled hard twice.

    "Your hand hurt?" Mu Yun looked at her gauze-wrapped hand, and her words were meant to be probing.

    "I suffered some injuries in the early years, and the wounds were horrific, so I wrapped the gauze all the year round so as not to scare others." Pingyang tried his best to suppress the continuous ups and downs of his heart.

    "I know a little bit about medical skills, can you help the girl take a look?" The voice of His Highness that he heard vaguely just now lingered in Mu Yun's ears, and he held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go.

    "No need, this servant is just a servant girl in this house, a commoner dare not bother you to treat her." Ping Yang pulled his hand back with force, and took away the goose in his arms, "Boom!" He closed the door of the house,  He didn't give the prime minister any face.

    Mu Yun raised his head and took a look at the mansion. There was only the word "family house" on it.

    Pingyang grabbed the goose in his arms, walked quickly back to the house, and threw it to Qingluan, "Take this duck down and stew it!"

    It probably knew that it was going to be boiled, so it kept gurgling non-stop.

    After hearing this, Pingyang changed her words again, "No, it's a goose!" She had been raising it for so many years, but only now did she realize that it is not a duck, no wonder it can fly.

    "yes"

    Qingluan frowned, looking at it pitifully, Her Royal Highness, who was the last person who didn't want to cook it, now became the person who wanted to cook it the most.

    After the goose soup was stewed, Pingyang didn't drink a sip, and Qingluan didn't dare to drink it either.

    When she was lying on the sun lounger every day, she always felt that something was missing in her arms.

    Since the last time I saw the servant girl in the neighboring residence, Mu Yun always paid attention to the movements of the residence when she went in and out of the prime minister's mansion.

    However, he never saw that maid again.

    After summer, the lotus that Pingyang and Qingluan had planted for three years finally bloomed.  In the lotus pond in the backyard, there is a lot of lotus, which is almost the same as the lotus pond outside the Hanlin courtyard of the imperial palace.

    Qingluan invited a carpenter to come and make a boat for Pingyang.

    Ping Yang rowed the oars, and rowed the boat to the depths of the lotus pond.  The boat was wrapped in lotus leaves, so she stopped paddling and lay down on the boat.

    She looked at the pond full of lotus, but it was a pity that there was no young man from that year beside the lotus pond.

    The eyelids blinked back and forth, and before she knew it, she accidentally fell asleep.

    Pingyang had a dream, a pond full of lotus flowers swayed in her mind, in the thick rain and fog, she seemed to see a person walking towards him, wearing a green red court dress.

    She forgot what she shouted, the man stopped there and looked at her.

    When she woke up, tears were streaming down her face.  She eagerly looked around, but there were only lotus flowers in the pond, and there was no figure of the person in the dream.

    Ping Yang lowered his head, picked up the paddle and quickly paddled towards the shore without daring to stop for a moment.

    She remembered, remembered how old she was when she met Mu Yun, and remembered how old she was when she started liking him.

    She is naughty by nature, and she is the favorite little princess of Emperor Jokhang and Empress, and the palace people dare not disobey her.

    When she was eight years old, she came to the lotus pond outside the Hanlin Courtyard. Seeing the beautiful lotus in the pond, she asked a little eunuch to take her to the depths of the pond to play.

    He also let the little eunuch jump into the lotus pond and swim ashore by himself, leaving her to play in the lotus pond alone. She was too tired to play that day and accidentally fell asleep.

    The sky gradually changed, and layers of rain and fog enveloped the entire lotus pond.

    When she woke up, she only saw the thick rain and fog in front of her. She was afraid, so she grabbed the oars and rowed the boat to the shore by herself.

    Then, she saw the man in the rain and fog.

    He was extremely good-looking, the most handsome man she had ever seen. He was standing by the lotus pond, as if he was waiting for someone.

    "Who are you? Why have I never seen you in the palace?" Ping Yang put down the oar in his hand and asked him.  The hair on her forehead was wet from the thick rain and mist, dripping water.

    Mu Yun took a look at the clothes on her body, then bowed to her, "Your Royal Highness, the next official is the eldest grandson of the Mu family in Huizhou, named Mu Yun."

    It was then that he began to behave courteously towards her.

    Ping Yang wiped off the drops of water on his forehead, knelt down and picked a lotus flower, and handed it to him, "You and I met for the first time, this flower is my gift to you."

    Old Zhong Shuling came out from the Imperial Academy, bowed towards Pingyang and said, "Your Highness Princess." After that, he grabbed Mu Yun's hand and walked away from the lotus pond.

    Ping Yang Zhi LengLooking at the back of him leaving, the lotus in his hand has not yet been sent out, and the hair on his forehead is still dripping.

    That year, Pingyang was eight years old and Mu Yun was ten years old.  She is still a naughty princess, and Mu Yun has already entered the court as an official.

    Every day since then, she will walk along the city wall covered with weeping willows to the corner of the palace wall, and take a look at Mu Yun.

    Calculated, this is the twentieth year she has been happy with Mu Yun.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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