Sturdy and pretty daughter-in-law Shanlihan

Chapter 1622 Poison King Valley Qin Garden 1
"The mountain is poor and the river is full of doubts, there is no way out, and there is another village with dark willows and flowers." Su Qingyue smiled lightly, "Because of the terrain, the clouds on the mountainside do not melt all year round, and the Poison King Valley is hidden under the clouds."

As she spoke, she flew down the cliff, and when she reached the top of the clouds, the hook on one end of the long white silk in her hand was tied to a protruding stone wall halfway up the cliff, and her body passed through the clouds and continued to descend. Falling until the length of the white silk was straightened, she hung the white silk in the air with one hand.

Passing through the clouds and mist, and looking down, I saw several majestic and elegant buildings below, with courtyards, rockery and flowing water, exquisite roads, and patches of poisonous flowers and weeds...

At the bottom of the cliff, a river gurgled along the side of the mountain, and two servants were washing clothes by the river.

The scenery is so good that it is a paradise isolated from the world!

Su Qingyue thought in her heart: This is the Valley of the Poison King.

She was surprised for a moment, and she was less than a hundred meters down. She climbed down the cliff with a white silk hook with a hook on one end, and soon stood on an empty spot in the Valley of the Poison King.

After Fu Chou jumped off the cliff as the master, his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

He also had a hook on his body, so he followed her way and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

Seeing that the master was fine, his heart finally fell to the ground.

The two stood firm, and a group of guards appeared at the end of the winding path, the leader of which was a middle-aged man in his 40s dressed as a housekeeper.

Fu Qiu stood in front of the master and said in a low voice, "Master, be careful."

The middle-aged man stopped in front of Su Qingyue with a group of guards, and bowed, "Welcome to the Poison King Valley, the youngest is Wei Tang, the steward of the Poison King Valley. The two distinguished guests have been exhausted all the way, and the youngest has been ordered to prepare for it." Hot water and meals are ready. Please, both of you..."

Su Qingyue raised her eyebrows, and led by Wei Tang into the Poison King Valley Manor.

All kinds of flowers and plants in Zhuangzi look beautiful, but all of them are poisonous flowers and plants.

The two passed by a small courtyard, and there was a burst of melodious piano sound from the attic on the left.

Su Qingyue was not curious about who was playing the piano.

He just followed Wei Tang to the gate of a small courtyard.

She looked up at the plaque on the courtyard gate - Qinyuan.

Frowning slightly, her heart sank.

This courtyard is actually called Qinyuan.Isn't that the name of the garden where she lived with her third brother when she was in Longwan Town?

After entering Qinyuan, she found that the flowers, trees, stone tables and chairs in the yard were exactly the same as the Qinyuan she had lived in before.

Wei Tang pushed open the door of one of the wing rooms, "Master Su, this is the room prepared for you."

Su Qingyue looked at the furnishings in the room, and it was indeed the same as the rooms she lived in before.

In other words, the Qinyuan in the Valley of the Poison King was modeled after her Qinyuan residence in the Xiao Mansion in Longwan Town.

Even the bedding style on the bed is the same.

The housekeeper Wei also called her Mr. Su, obviously knowing her identity in the capital.With such an arrangement, even she might know that she is Su Qingyue.

Of course Fu Chou also noticed it, he looked at Su Qingyue, "Master..."

Su Qingyue raised her hand to signal him not to say much.

A sumptuous meal has been prepared on the table in the room, including bird's nest, abalone, ginseng chicken soup, mixed porridge...

There is a table full of mouth watering.

"Master Su, should we eat first or take a bath first?" Wei Butler asked responsibly.

(End of this chapter)