The eldest Princess Lu Jinghong (1)

"Is your partner from Beijing?"

"Did he come with the noble?" Little huailu bounced behind yang pingfeng, and Lu huaijiang felt like he had drunk two pounds of old vinegar.

"Yes, a noble brought them from the capital." Yang pinfeng really liked that guy.

"He sneaked out when we entered the city and saved me." Yang pinfeng couldn't help but sigh. It was fate.

They were really destined to be brothers.

The Yang family's courtyard was huge. Mrs. Zheng came from a family of scholars and had never liked expensive decorations.

Most of the materials in the yard were taken from natural carvings or the species cultivated by the local gardeners.

Even in winter, the Yang family mansion was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

He passed through the door of drooping flowers and went straight to the backyard.

"Graceful and graceful ... Jinghong, come out quickly. This is my little sister Lulu." Yang pinfeng walked to a door and pushed it open.

There was a clang.