C4

The night was as dark as ink. A round black moon hung in the sky as the First Madam and Su Qingyao walked together on a tree-lined road.

Qing Yao held the lantern, her steps light and graceful. A smile hung on her lips as she said, "Mother, it's so late. Father wants us to go over there. Is it about Big Brother Mu's matter?"

"Not too far off. Xuanyuan Liuxing is the most promising successor to the throne. If he wants to take the position of Prime Minister, he has to first choose the opposing camp."

The First Wife knew Prime Minister Su's personality very well. He would seize every opportunity to climb up, no matter what the price was, from a poor scholar to his current position, she, Wang Si Ran, had helped him by who knows how much.

Qing Yao's eyes were filled with anticipation as her face flushed. "Mother, will I really marry Big Brother Mu?"

The First Wife patted Qing Yao's head. "Of course, you and Liu Mu have always been in touch. You need to believe in your mother and your Empress Dowager."

Qing Yao was very happy. Big Brother Mu was handsome, handsome, and talented. He was the person she wanted to marry the most. Moreover, if she married him, she might sit in that position. Thinking of this, Qing Yao smiled even more happily.

Snap, snap, snap!

The First Lady knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

The First Wife and Qing Yao pushed open the door and saw Prime Minister Su standing with his hands behind his back.

The first wife closed the door and stepped forward, "Master, it's so late. Why did you call me and Yao'er here?"

Prime Minister Su turned around, his expression solemn. "It's about the Fourth Marquis."

The First Lady sneered. As expected.

"Among the princes, three of them were conferred the title of princes. The Third Prince, the Fourth Prince, and the Sixth Prince, the Third Prince fought valiantly against the permanent members of the Royal House at the border without much influence in the capital. The Sixth Prince is notorious, and the Emperor conferred the title of king on him out of respect for his mother's concubine. The most competitive ones are the Crown Prince and the Fourth Prince."

Prime Minister Su looked at the Eldest Madam and Qing Yao. "I want Qing Yao to marry the Fourth Marquis."

The first wife poured a cup of tea and passed it to Prime Minister Su. "The crown prince and the empress are irreconcilable. I am the empress's younger sister. The empress's older sister wants to help the Fourth Prince. It would be best if Qing Yao marries the Fourth Prince."

The First Wife looked at Qing Yao. "Yao, are you willing?"

Qing He smiled faintly: "Yao'er has no objections. The names of her parents, the words of the matchmaker, and her daughter's marriage, all depend on her father and mother."

Prime Minister Su laughed loudly, "Si Ran, Yao'er, you are my, Su Ming Han's, good fortune."

The First Wife smiled sweetly and said, "It is only right that I share the worries of the Prime Minister."

"Next, you all should know what to do. Three days later, the Fourth Prince will pay a visit, and all of you should prepare yourselves."

At this moment, they did not know that a shadow had flashed across the roof.

In the backyard, in an old house.

Qing He looked at the moon in the sky and smiled sweetly. "Done."

She opened the medicine cauldron, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance wafted into the air. She looked around the cauldron, and saw that it was filled with a colorful paste. She was very satisfied.

These ointments can beauty, beauty, and dispel scars, and are even more effective than Shu Hen solution. Not only that, they can also activate blood circulation, dissipate blood stasis and relieve pain, which is very useful in treating external injuries.

This was made from top-grade medicinal ingredients, and it took a lot of effort for her to refine it. The medicinal ingredients were given to her by her mother. In her previous life, the old professor had asked her to memorize a very thick recipe for medicine, and since the materials were all there, she could pass the time by.

She had already concocted a lot of medicine, such as medicine to heal her body, laxatives, and anesthetic … Thinking of what to refine, what was just refined took the longest time.

Qing He put the ointment back into the bottle and put it away. She opened her arms and stretched her shoulders as she walked out of the room.

This was the backyard, which was overgrown with weeds. It was very close to Qing He's residence, so she often came here to refine medicine and practice what her mother had taught her.

At first, her medicine concocting house was in tatters. It took her and Little Bamboo a long time to look the same. She also took a pair of scissors and cut the plants here. Now, it seemed that this backyard was rather popular.

Qing He had been grounded for almost a month. During this time, she had a lot of time to read, write, and paint. Most of her time was spent with her mother.

When she played chess with her mother, she lost every time; when she did the poetry, she copied the ancients, and when her mother praised her, she always felt a little awkward; when her mother played the piano well, but the harmony was not weak; when she painted, she drew well, but it was always a little lacking in comparison to her mother.

As the two of them interacted more and more deeply, Qing He started to admire her mother even more, and the two of them became more and more intimate.

Qing He had read a lot of books that her mother had given her. She could understand the traditional Chinese characters.

Qing He previously had three wishes. One was to feel kinship, two was to get up and travel the world with his friends, and three was to dance.

The first had already been achieved, the second had to wait for the restriction to be completed, and the third was already in progress.

In her previous life, she had watched the dancers dance and dance on television. They were extremely beautiful, and she really wanted to stand on the stage and let herself dance. Because of her legs, this was impossible to achieve.

She had also seen her mother's dancing. Her mother's natural beauty, coupled with her amazing dancing style, swinging her sleeves, turning around and bending over, was extremely beautiful in every movement, giving off a charm that made Qing and herself completely infatuated.

With such a good teacher, Qing He naturally wouldn't let him off. She learned dancing from her mother.

She first started with the basics. The original owner of this body had practiced dancing before, so right now, she didn't need to put too much effort in clearing and practicing her basics. This body was especially soft.

Qing He was looking at the flowers in the courtyard with interest.

She stepped out and began to dance.

This was the first dance she had learned, medium difficulty, and the only one she knew. She would start the second dance tomorrow.

Kicking, spinning, jumping, she did every movement.

In the moonlight, she was as beautiful as an elf.

"Ah!

Qing He stepped on the branch, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.

Qing He closed his eyes, waiting for an intimate contact with the earth.

The expected pain did not come, and there was something stuck to his mouth.

Wait, this feeling!

Qing He abruptly opened his eyes, only to see a pair of eyes as black as ink, full of mischief.

Qing He subconsciously struggled, but that person hugged her even more tightly. He invaded and deepened that kiss.

After a long while, that person finally let go of her and threw her on the ground. Like a wisp of smoke, he flew away.

Qing He was very angry. She rubbed her shoulders that were hurting and complained, "Who are you, kissing me for no reason, and throwing me after kissing me. It's best if I don't see you again."

Qing He was in a bad mood. She had never been in a relationship before. The first kiss was gone. She didn't even know who that person was. The sky was too dark. Other than his eyes, she didn't see anything.

By the way, she smelled something very strange, even though it was very faint.

Qing He stood up from the ground and dusted off the dirt on his body. He looked at the direction that the man flew away in with resentment and sighed in his heart: It's good to have Qing Gong!