My Lord, my wife said she doesn't have time to talk to you.

At 11:00 the next day, Huaying was awakened by Qinghe's gentle voice while she was still asleep, "Miss, it's time to get up."

Huaying sat up and looked through the window to see that it was just getting light outside. She fell back on the bed, closed her eyes and whispered, "It's still early. Let's sleep a little longer."

Seeing the cute look of the young lady who was sleeping so much, Qing He couldn't help but chuckle and said softly, "Young lady, you usually get up at this time. Did you forget today? You still have to learn etiquette with Nanny later!"

Hearing Qinghe's words, Huaying, who was pretending to be asleep in bed, suddenly opened her eyes. Yes, she would go to the palace to pay respect to the old ancestor the day after tomorrow! Her heart tightened, and she immediately sat up, anxiously urging: "Then let's hurry up!"

However, Qing He came over calmly, picked up the clothes that Hua Ying was going to wear today, and consoled her with a smile: "Don't worry, Miss. Nanny won't be here until Chenshi. We have enough time to prepare slowly."

So, Huaying began a series of tedious preparations with Qinghe's help.

First, she slowly put on her exquisite clothes, then washed her face, hands and face carefully, and then she carefully put on her makeup, combed her hair, and carefully tidied up her appearance...

After this series of complex and meticulous processes, all preparations were finally completed.

After breakfast, I washed my hands and mouth again. It was exactly the time of Chen.

Whenever Huaying washed his hands and mouth, he would remember that he had this habit before and after meals with Fu Shiyan in Taohua Village, so Fu Shiyan had also learned these etiquettes.

Before Huaying could think about it, Nanny Wang, the etiquette master hired by her mother, came to Molan Pavilion. After giving Huaying a standard salute, she stood up and said slowly, "Miss, today we will begin to learn the various etiquette standards for ladies from wealthy families. This includes walking, standing, sitting, lying, speaking, eating, greetings, etc."

Huaying, who had already prepared herself mentally, nodded to the nanny calmly, then bowed to her politely and said softly, "Thank you, Nanny Wang."

Seeing this, Nanny Wang nodded with satisfaction and responded with a smile: "Miss, you are polite. Learning etiquette is not an easy thing. You need to calm down and slowly comprehend it. Learning etiquette well can not only improve your own cultivation and temperament, but more importantly, you can understand many principles of dealing with people.

Otherwise, if you accidentally bump into an important person when you go out in the future, the consequences will be very serious! At the very least, you will receive some minor punishments, and at the worst, the whole family may have a bad reputation for lax family education. At that time, the elders in the family will also lose face in front of everyone. "

Seeing Huaying nod slightly, the nanny handed her an embroidered handkerchief and asked Huaying to walk over to show her.

As we walked along the tree, the nanny reminded us gently, "Twirl the handkerchief with your fingers and sway it gently, like a willow swaying in the wind. The bottom of the flowerpot should stand firmly, and your steps should be smaller. Yes, good, that's it.

At this time, in Ningxiu Pavilion of Prince Rui's Mansion, Wu Zijin, who was flipping through a history book, gently closed the book, walked slowly to the window, and stroked the leaves of the orchid pot on the windowsill.

Thinking of the interesting things that happened when he followed his father to the Youcheng Mansion when he was a child, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That day was the day when the Right Prime Minister's Mansion moved to a new house. Her father took her to the Prime Minister's Mansion to congratulate him. The mansion was decorated with lights and looked very lively.

The adults gathered together to drink and chat. She found those topics very boring, so she slipped out quietly when no one was paying attention.

She was wandering around and when she passed by a courtyard, she accidentally saw a swing in the courtyard. She couldn't help but feel happy. She couldn't help but walk in, sit on the swing and swing gently, enjoying this rare tranquility and happiness.

Just when she was having fun, she suddenly heard a childish and cold voice: "Who's there? Come out!"

She was startled and quickly stopped swinging and stood up shyly.

Following the sound, she saw a boy of the same age as her standing under the peach tree. He was dressed in a white robe, holding a sword, and standing tall, like an immortal descending from the earth.

A few peach petals blown down by the evening breeze happened to fall on his shoulders, adding a touch of poetry.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" The boy looked at her with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

She clutched the corner of her clothes nervously and replied softly, "I am here as a guest with my father. I just saw the swing in the courtyard and couldn't help but come in and play for a while. If I'm disturbing you, I'll leave now." After that, she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Wait." The boy called her, his tone still cold, but with a hint of curiosity, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zijin." She lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Zi Jin..." The boy muttered the name silently, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, he slowly said, "Since you like this swing, then continue playing."

Zi Jin raised his head in surprise and looked at him.

I was not as timid as before and asked quietly, "Can you push me? I want to swing higher."

The boy thought for a while, came to the swing, and pushed her gently. Every time Zi Jin flew high into the air, she would giggle with joy.

Zi Jin would be very happy whenever he thought of the beautiful scene of swinging on the swing under the peach tree.

Later, on the way home with my father, I remembered that I had not asked his name, so I told my father this happy thing. My father said, "The person you met should be Fu Shiyan. He has a chronic disease and has been raised in a deep courtyard by your uncle Fu since he was a child.

Zi Jin opened his eyes wide and said, "But that brother doesn't look sick at all."

Her father laughed loudly, stroked her head gently and joked, "Hahaha...if Jin'er could see that, she'd be a miracle doctor!"

Since then, this name seemed to be deeply imprinted in her mind and could not be erased.

Later, she heard that a terrible fire had occurred in the Youcheng Mansion, killing many people, and he was also killed. Hearing this news, she was sad for a long time.

Until the last time she went to Taohua Town to check out the restaurant her brother mentioned, when she saw him for the first time, a sense of déjà vu came over her. After returning to the capital, she immediately ordered the secret guards to conduct an in-depth investigation. After several days of hard work, she finally learned that the person she met as a child was him.

At this moment, she was holding the letter that Fu Shiyan asked her to bring, and her heart could not help but ripple. At the same time, she thought of the woman named Huaying, who was very similar to someone in the capital, but her words and deeds were different.

For a moment, she couldn't be sure if they were the same person.