Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Xuanyuan Qing, the eldest princess of the Western Jin Dynasty?

She actually thought that Mingyue Tower was a flower building.

Bringing a maid, disguised as a man, to visit Hualou? !

In the VIP room on the second floor of Mingyue Building, the windows were wide open. Xu Wei stood by the window, listening to the conversation between the master and the servant, the corners of his mouth could not help but twitch.

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Mingyue Tower, the most high-end and most luxurious theater in Liyang, Kyoto.

It is also the best location for noble girls from arty families to hold poetry appreciation parties and tea appreciation parties.

The noble daughters who come here to kill time are all the direct descendants of rich and powerful families, high-ranking officials and wealthy families.

Young talents who admire noble women will come here to meet beauties in the name of writing poems and tasting tea.

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Ming Xiang washed her face with clean water, and trotted back to the second floor.

Xuanyuan Qing looked her up and down, curled her lips in disgust.

"Slave looks like this."

Ming Xiang didn't want to be chased away, so she straightened her back and confessed herself: "Although she is not as charming as a princess, she is still pretty and pleasant, and she will not lose face to the princess."

"Okay, don't waste any more time, let's go down and play."

Xuanyuan Qing looked down from the second floor, watching the ladies playing chess and chess, tasting tea and composing poems, laughing and laughing constantly, feeling itchy and impatient to participate in it.

"Okay."

Mingxiang got what she wanted, and rubbed the back of her head in a silly joy.

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When the master and servant came to the first floor, it was no surprise that they received countless blank stares.

The noble lady of the Fengqi Kingdom looked at the two soil spores that came out of nowhere, and waved them away unceremoniously.

Xuanyuan Qing's little heart was a little hurt.

After a while, the idea of ​​retreating emerged, he threw away the fan, and rushed out of the back door angrily.

"Princess."

Ming Xiang bitterly comforted his master: "The New Year is approaching, and there is a temple fair on Linshui West Street, why don't we go to the temple fair?"

Xuanyuan Qing sighed: "What is there to do at the temple fair?"

Ming Xiang racked her brains and tried her best to encourage: "Fengqi's national conditions are different from those of the Western Jin Dynasty. There may be many interesting and delicious things at the temple fair. We have come all the way. Wouldn't it be a disadvantage if we don't try the special snacks?"

"Hi."

Xuanyuan Qing sighed faintly, couldn't bear to ignore her kindness, and sadly agreed: "Okay, it's up to you, go to the temple fair."

Ming Xiang beamed with joy: "Princess, the carriage is over there."

Xuanyuan Qing wanted to relax, she smiled and shook her head: "We won't take the carriage, let's walk."

"All right."

Taking advantage of the princess not paying attention, Ming Xiang secretly waved at the coachman, signaling him to follow behind.

Xuanyuan Qing pretended not to notice her small movements, and walked forward first.

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The temple fair is full of people, bustling and lively.

The master and servant turned into an alley not far from the temple fair, and suddenly there was the sound of children crying in front of them.

"What's going on?"

"Go and have a look."

The master and servant looked at each other and ran forward in unison.

At the entrance of the alley, under the sycamore tree with withered leaves, a little boy, only three or four years old, was holding a spool and crying with a tender voice.

"Little brother, what's the matter?"

The master and servant ran to the front, squatted down, and looked at the little boy with concern.

"Kite, I want a kite."

The little toddler raised his head, pointed at the kite with a broken string hanging from the tree, and kept crying.

"Little brother, don't cry, sister will take down the kite for you."

Xuanyuan Qing estimated the height, took a deep breath, and wanted to climb up the treetops and pick the kite.

Ming Xiang turned pale with fright, and hugged her: "Princess, don't scare the servant, with your little kung fu, if you fall from the tree, the servant's life will be ruined."

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