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Chapter 112 Ye Qingling, the Prime Minister¡¯s Daughter

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    "Girl, someone sent another post."

    Bai He frowned and entered the room, holding a post with peach blossoms on a white background in his hand. The peach blossoms only occupied a corner of the post. He was very good at painting and could outline a beautiful and romantic mood in just a few strokes.

    There are already two posts, one pink and one blue, on the desk in front of Song Wan, one from Weiyanghou Mansion and the other from Guogong Mansion.

    Bai He handed the post to Song Wan, and Song Wan opened it and took a look. The contents of the three posts were slightly different, but they were all for the same thing.

    The birthday party of Ye Qingling, the direct daughter of the Prime Minister¡¯s Mansion, will be held in three days¡¯ time.

    Ye Qingling¡¯s biological mother died young, and Ye Xiang married a second wife. However, he doted on Ye Qingling¡¯s daughter. Every year, Ye Qingling¡¯s birthday was held grandly.

    This year, Ye Qingling's birthday banquet is scheduled to be held at the villa of the Prime Minister's Mansion in the south of the city. Prime Minister Ye will host a banquet at the Prime Minister's Mansion to invite the ministers of the DPRK as guests. Ye Qingling can make an appointment to hand over her handkerchief to play with her own in the villa, which gives Ye Qingling enough freedom and freedom.  respect.

    Chu Ruoqi and Wei Yuan were both invited by Ye Qingling. Chu Ruoqi sent a post to Song Wan, naturally hoping that Song Wan would go with her to help her overcome Ye Qingling's limelight. Wei Yuan sent a post to Song Wan, and even more  Most of them wanted to take this opportunity to meet and talk with Song Wan.

    As for Ye Qingling, Song Wan really didn't expect that she would personally post to him and invite him to her birthday party.

    ¡°Girl, what¡¯s going on? Why are there so many posts all at once?¡±

    Bai He asked warily, fearing that trouble would come to his door after finally living a peaceful life.

    "It's not a big deal, we just arranged to go out for some fun."

    Song Wan said calmly, stacked the three posts and put them aside, picked up the polished leather and started cutting it. Bai He still couldn't figure out what she wanted to do, so he asked curiously: "Who is the girl planning to go out on?  ah?"

    Song Wan cut off the corners of the leather and said with a smile: "We are all guests, so of course we must accept the host's invitation."

    Three days later, a carriage bearing the logo of the Prime Minister's Mansion took Song Wan from Tingwei's Mansion to the Villa in the south of the city.

    The carriage set off relatively early. When Song Wan arrived, no other carriages were seen outside the village.

    Song Wan opened the curtain and got out of the car, handed the post to the doorkeeper, and the doorkeeper immediately said: "Girl, please come in."

    The ancestors of the Ye family also had a queen, and this villa is also very grand. After entering, there are many rockeries and pools, and there are carved beams and painted pillars everywhere, which is so beautiful.

    Except for the boy guarding the door, all the people serving inside are maids wearing maple leaf-colored clothes.

    Knowing that there would be a banquet today, the maids were already busy, carrying various cakes and fruits in the corridor.

    Song Wan was led into the village by a maidservant. Not long after he left, he heard the melodious sound of the guqin.

    The person who plays the piano is extremely skilled in playing the piano, and the sound of the piano is like a clear spring in the mountains, which can wash people's souls.

    Song Wan rarely heard the sound of the piano like this, and he couldn't help but be fascinated. Soon he heard the maid say: "Girl, we are here."

    Song Huanshen found himself being taken to an octagonal pavilion.

    When the weather gets cold, mats are hung around the octagonal pavilion to block the wind, and the sound of the piano comes from here.

    The maid reminded Song Wan and said to the people in the pavilion: "Miss, Miss Song is here."

    "Please come in."

    A clear and cold voice sounded, and the maid waiting inside helped lift up the mat. Song Wan stepped into the pavilion, bowed and said: "Slave Song Wan, pay your respects to Miss Ye." (Remember the website address: www.  .hlnovel.com
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