Qin Xiangxiang's eyes suddenly widened, revealing a look of horror that said, "Is this a joke?"
Last time we were in Fan Lou, didn't you have some opinions on Mu Ting?
Suddenly asked her to make friends with Mu Ting?
Nangong Wenyue started grinding tea again with a graceful posture: "Maybe you and him have been friends for a long time."
"He came out of nowhere and insisted on following me." Qin Xiangxiang defended.
Nangong Wenyue glanced at her, and Qin Xiangxiang revealed a slight dimple of wine: "But now it seems that it is a mistake."
"Knowing words make you look pretty." Nangong Wenyue said again.
Ah. This time Qin Xiangxiang didn't defend himself.
"When will the case of Crown Prince Song be solved?" Qin Xiangxiang asked Nangong Wenyue.
Nangong Wenyue, who had always been confident, shook his head slightly: "It hasn't been found out yet."
Qin Xiangxiang was very shocked: "You were not even found out?" She thought that Nangong Wenyue had known the truth for a long time, just like Li Zhuang's case, but it was suppressed and not released.
"The murderer is relatively hidden." Nangong Wenyue only said this.
"But you don't have to worry about Qin Wanwan. Liao Haohai has already done a lot of work on her behalf. I believe she will be cleared of her grievances and released from prison soon."
"Who is worried about her?" Qin Xiangxiang muttered, but in the end he couldn't help but said, "You didn't persuade Liao Haohai to stop doing, um, such things?" She didn't believe it. The last time Qin Wanwan went to Tianxiang Nangong Wenyue didn't care about Lou Xian's beauty.
"I never persuade people." Nangong Wenyue looked at the crushed tea carefully and was not very satisfied.
Qin Xiangxiang raised his eyebrows, paused and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"Gone."
Qin Xiangxiang couldn't help but say: "Last time at the morning market, who were the two dead men who assassinated me and Mu Ting?"
Nangong Wenyue started grinding tea again without even raising his eyes: "Didn't Mr. Mu Lang go to check?"
Qin Xiangxiang couldn't help but cross his arms: "It seems like you and Mu Ting are on the same team."
Nangong Wenyue didn't answer her, only said: "Go back and sell cakes. Oh, there is a veil here, wipe your face, it's ugly and tight."
Ah. Qin Xiangxiang ignored him.
More than two hundred spring leek pancakes were sold until it was already dark, and they were not sold out. There were about twenty or thirty left.
Qin Xiangxiang looked at Hongxiu's sallow face and suggested, "Next time we can wrap our faces with a scarf." This was what she had seen other young ladies on the pier do just now.
Hongxiu said apologetically: "Yes, madam." She also noticed that everyone on the dock thought they were seriously ill. Who would dare to come and buy cakes?
The journey back was still creaking and creaking, and when we were approaching the entrance of Waterwheel Alley, a carriage with a green roof came from the opposite direction, obviously about to turn into the alley.
Qin Xiangxiang's heart skipped a beat: Could it be that Lord Kangde is here again? Although she will quarrel, if she remains emotionally tense in the quarrel, it will have a great impact on her body.
"Mrs. Qin." The groom stopped the carriage and greeted Qin Xiangxiang, showing his white teeth.
It turned out to be Yao Erlang.
Yao Erlang sent Mrs. Fan and Miss Fan back on Mu Ting's order. Originally, Mrs. Fan was determined to keep vigil for her husband for seven days, but her health was not good to begin with, and Wang Lian'er made a big fuss yesterday, which made her health even worse. I fainted last night, and I fainted again today. I was dizzy and dizzy. I didn't even think about food and drink. I saw strong signs of following Fan Yanguan. Mu Ting then advised Miss Fan: "Your Majesty has left, and your health is in critical condition. It's better to go back to Waterwheel Alley to recuperate."
Mu Ting saved her mother and her yesterday, and Mrs. Fan had a feeling of admiration for Mu Ting, and she quickly agreed.
Mrs. Fan certainly didn't expect that it would be Mu Ting who accused her own father of being corrupt.
Yao Erlang escorted the man back and was about to leave. Qin Xiangxiang stopped him with a smile: "Yao Erlang, please wait a moment."
The young master did not explain that he should go back immediately after sending the person back. When Yao Erlang came over, he could already smell the fragrance of spring leeks floating in the waterwheel alley, and his mouth was filled with saliva.
As soon as Mrs. Qin persuaded her to stay, Yao Erlang suddenly became energetic: "Ms. Qin, do you have any other instructions?"
Qin Xiangxiang said: "Yesterday I heard that the gentlemen saved Mrs. Fan. The gentlemen were righteous and could not repay the kindness of saving her life. The shop just happened to make some spring leek pancakes. If Mr. Yao Erlang doesn't mind, I will bring him Let’s go back.”
Of course Yao Erlang didn't dislike it, and of course he had to evade it: "How can you be so embarrassed about this?"
While talking, Qin Xiangxiang had neatly wrapped the remaining spring leek pancakes, and stuffed a big bulging bundle into Yao Erlang: "If it's cold, just put it on the fire to simmer it. It will still taste quite fragrant."
There were so many spring leek pancakes, Yao Erlang was a little embarrassed: "Then, I'll just accept it?"
The pancakes were a bit tasteless when eaten. Qin Xiangxiang held up the hem of her skirt and took three steps at a time, while turning back and saying: "Wait a moment, I will put some pickles for you."
Yao Erlang was flattered. Mrs. Qin is so polite.
But the young master didn't say he couldn't take Mrs. Qin's things. If he took them, nothing would happen to him. Yes, when I lived next door to the restaurant, the young master enjoyed the food fed by Mrs. Qin. He must have done something right by taking the things back.
Just as he was thinking about it, he saw Qin Xiangxiang coming out with a big clay pot: "The pickles are in here. Every time you want to eat, just use clean chopsticks to pick up some."
Mrs. Qin is so polite! They might not be able to finish the pickles in this big clay pot in ten days and a half. I don’t know if they were still in the capital at that time...
But Mrs. Qin was so polite, so he was not polite anymore.
Yao Erlang smiled and accepted all the things.
Qin Xiangxiang waved to him: "Yao Erlang, please go slowly."
With so many spring leek pancakes and pickled vegetables, Mu Langjun should be able to feel the sincerity of her friendship.
Mu Ting and the others had already left Yizhuang and returned to the rented courtyard.
Uncle Chen was in a low mood because of Su Niang's incident, and even Uncle Zhu, who was usually carefree, didn't speak loudly. But no matter how depressed you feel, you still have to eat. There was a kitchen in the small courtyard. Uncle Zhu had some cooking skills, so he bought the ingredients and cooked a big pot of food for everyone to eat. After all, we go out to eat every day. The strong man in this yard is so good at eating, so it is more cost-effective to cook it yourself.
Uncle Chen is from Jiangnan and likes rice the most. Uncle Zhu carefully cooked a pot and prepared some side dishes to go with rice. Yao Erlang came back.
As soon as Yao Erlang entered the door, a smell of leeks wafted in.
"Sanlang, Sanlang, come outside quickly. There is a big clay pot in the car for pickles. Bring it in quickly." Yao Erlang called Zhu Sanlang happily.
Mu Ting was accompanying Uncle Chen. Hearing Yao Erlang's unusually happy tone, he rushed out as soon as he lifted his robe and took Yao Erlang aside: "Keep your voice down!"
Yao Erlang then remembered that Uncle Chen had been depressed ever since he learned that Su Niang was no longer alive, and quickly covered his mouth: "Young Master, I was wrong!"
It wasn't that serious. Mu Ting's eyes fell on the bulging bundle in his arms: "What is it? It smells like leeks."
It’s obviously the scent!
Yao Erlang held up the big bundle and said, "Young Master, this is Mrs. Qin's gift of thanks, as well as the pickles. She said she was grateful to us for saving the Fan family's mother and daughter."
Mrs. Qin’s thank you gift?
Mu Ting opened the bag and saw stacks of spring leek pancakes. The spring leek pancakes have become cold, and the fragrance of spring leek is gradually getting smelly.
Zhu Sanlang came over and said, "Young Master, Mrs. Qin baked pancakes and sold them on the pier today, but they were not sold out."
Mu Ting was speechless for a while, then he thought it was some pancakes that were not sold out, so he gave them to him. This Madam Qin is very good at calculating favors.
Yao Erlang really didn't know what was going on: "Sold leftovers? Madam Qin is quite sincere and gave us so much."
Mu Ting gave him a fierce look and left with his hands behind his back. Before leaving, he said: "White-eyed wolf."
