Chapter 202 Helian Yuan
The last time Xiao Yu followed her to save her younger brother, she was besieged by the kidnappers and suffered some injuries, so she didn't follow Huan anymore, and after recovering from her injuries, she returned to his previous post.
"Phantom girl, what's the matter?"
"What girl, your master is not being polite to me anymore, call me by my name, you can call me by my name too."
"Sister Qingyan!" Little Feather was still on the right track.
"Hey, where's your master? Why don't you see him for dinner?"
Xiao Yu said, "The young master has gone out."
"What's the matter?"
"It's still the heart-digging case of the big monster hidden in the capital of Chuiyun. Today, there are a lot of snakes in the palace where Princess Cangxia lives. A maid beside Princess Cangxia was heart-gouged. Princess Cangxia was frightened. His Majesty sent someone to invite the young master to go."
Huh?
Has Princess Cangxia gone mad with fright?
Huan Qingyan felt a little dark, but at the same time, something seemed wrong!
This big monster is so powerful that it dares to provoke the royal family, so what kind of cultivation should it have achieved?
There are at least national masters above Xuanling master in the royal family, how did this big monster dare to enter the palace to make trouble?
Looking at the previous life of the reborn girl, it seems that she didn't find out that the big demon dared to go to the palace to make trouble, and in the end she just went to the Ninth Prince's Mansion...
Huan Qingyan asked what was going on again, Xiao Yu shook her head and didn't know, in fact, he shouldn't even tell Huan Qingyan these things, but he only told her because of his good relationship...
"By the way, what's your name, Little Feather?"
little feather...
After a long while, he said, "...Helian Yuan."
Huan Qingyan pulled him and said, "Xiao Yuanzi, anyway, your young master is not at home, I cooked too much food, I invite you to eat."
Xiao Yu remained motionless, "This subordinate dare not."
Grabbing food from the young master? Even if you gave him the courage, he wouldn't dare.
The Feather Guard Army also has gourmet chefs accompanying the army, and they eat spiritual delicacies. Of course, the food they cook cannot have too much spiritual energy, but this alone is very good. Many people want to join the Jimo Family's Feather Guard Army because of the good welfare.
Seeing this, Huan Qingyan didn't force it anymore.
She was just about to go back to the big kitchen sullenly, when a voice suddenly stopped her.
"Miss!" It was Luoqiao.
Luo Qiao was dressed in the same green dress as the maids of Huanfu, and was led by a feather guard. She came in from the small side door of the crescent moon. Her frail figure was reflected in the dim light, appearing anxious and tense.
Huan Qingyan's heart skipped a beat, Luo Qiao would not normally go out to look for her at such a late hour, could something have happened?
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The Huan Family Ancestral Hall is an old ancestral hall that has been built for more than a hundred years.
It is located in the backyard of the old house of Huanfu. The Huanfu was not well-developed before, and the old house was small and dilapidated.
The Huan family made their fortune here in Huan Beiming. After Huan Beiming made his fortune, he moved to a new house and left the old house vacant.
Usually guarding the ancestral hall is an old man who is nearly a hundred years old. This old man is a grandfather of Huan Beiming, named Huan Li'an.
Huan Li'an has already reached the state of old eyesight, dizziness and ear ulcers. He is currently the most senior person in the entire Huanfu, and he was once from the direct line, and has a relatively large relationship with Huan Beiming.
Because Huan Li'an was old, when Huan Beiming died, no one informed him, fearing that he would not be able to bear the blow.
Now, the door of the Huan Family Temple is wide open, Huan Lian stands at the top, and a large group of people are standing below, all from the Huan Mansion's nine generations of clansmen... there are about a hundred people.