Qin Xiangxiang met Counselor Chen and Counselor Zhu mentioned by Mu Ting.
Counselor Chen and Counselor Zhu both look like white-faced scholars, but Counselor Chen is thinner and has a little melancholy on his face, while Counselor Zhu is fatter and has a smile on his face. It seems that he is living a more comfortable and carefree life.
Seeing Qin Xiangxiang with a swollen face, the two of them were slightly surprised at first, but they soon regained their composure.
Qin Xiangxiang was still very polite and greeted the two of them following Mu Ting's introduction: "I, Mrs. Qin, have met Counselor Chen and Counselor Zhu."
The two nodded slightly: "Madam Qin, there is no need to be polite, you should go and have a rest quickly."
Qin Xiangxiang was arranged to live in a side room. This side room is located in a separate small courtyard, and she lives alone.
The side room was very clean, with not many furnishings, but everything was exquisite. Even the table legs were carved with tangled flowers. The windows are covered with fresh green screens, embroidered with images of children playing football.
Mu Ting said, "Madam Qin, please wait a moment. I'll get the medicine." After that, he left.
Qin Xiangxiang was also tired, half from being tied up, and the other half from being trapped by Mu Ting and escaping.
The small bed in the room is covered with embroidered satin and has tassels. Qin Xiangxiang sat down tiredly on the small table, and suddenly saw a small dressing table in the corner.
Obviously, this side room must have been lived in by a delicate young lady who loved to dress up.
Qin Xiangxiang moved the little Taozi to the dressing table and sat down. He turned out the hidden mirror and took the oil lamp. When he took a closer look, he was almost startled by the swollen-headed monster in the mirror.
This, this, this person with a face swollen like a pig's head, with barely visible facial features... is actually her?
No wonder Yao Erlang and Zhu Sanlang have never dared to look at her, and Counselor Chen and Counselor Zhu didn't say anything just now. They were probably too shocked to speak when they saw her swollen like this!
Qin Xiangxiang closed the mirror with a snap. He really couldn't admire his own face anymore.
There was a knock on the door, and it was Mu Ting: "Ms. Qin."
Qin Xiangxiang subconsciously wanted to cover his face, but halfway up his hand, he suddenly remembered that Mu Ting had already seen it. She suddenly had a guess that Mu Ting held her in his arms because he probably didn't want to face his majestic appearance.
Qin Xiangxiang walked over with a broken jar and opened the door gracefully: "Mr. Mu Lang."
Mu Ting stood at the door and handed a cloth bag to her: "There are two kinds of medicine in it, one is a plaster for reducing swelling and pain, and the other is a gold wound medicine. Also, the hot water is already boiling, please wait. That’s good, Yao Erlang will bring it over.”
Qin Xiangxiang just took the cloth bag, and before he could say thanks, Mu Ting hurriedly turned around and left.
Qin Xiangxiang said: "..." Although her face was horribly swollen, hadn't he seen it a long time ago, and she was still walking so fast?
Qin Xiangxiang had just put plaster on her swollen face when a gentle knock on the door came from outside: "Ms. Qin, the hot water is at the door."
It's Yao Erlang.
Qin Xiangxiang responded, walked over and opened the door. He saw a bucket of steaming water at the door, but Yao Erlang was gone.
Yeah, everyone probably doesn't want to see her face.
The next step is to examine the wound that Grandma Wang used to prick with a needle.
Her skin was quite delicate, and when she lifted her skirt, she saw a large area of shocking bruises, visible needle holes, and a small smear of blood.
Fortunately, the needle used by Grandma Wang to prick her was not poisonous.
Qin Xiangxiang wiped away the blood with a hot towel, applied it again, and carefully applied the medicine. After applying medicine to the wound, it would be best if I could change into a clean dress, but now I was lucky enough to save a life. Qin Xiangxiang threw her dirty outer skirt aside and wore only her underpants. She also took off her shoes and socks, and reluctantly washed her feet.
After everything was done, she fell on the bed, feeling like a big dream.
She wondered vaguely, if Lord Kangde learned that she had been rescued, would he be furious?
Hey, he is a pitiful person, but there is something hateful about pitiful people.
But generally speaking, not many women who live in wealthy families can avoid these things. It was her father, although he came from a poor family, but it was also her mother who quickly married Mr. Zhong back before her body was cold. Men have been so ruthless since ancient times... Qin Xiangxiang was thinking wildly. When he was half asleep, he heard the sound of rain hitting plantains outside.
It's raining again. This year's spring rain in the capital was particularly heavy...
"Knock, knock, knock." Mu Ting, whose shoulders were half wet from the spring rain, stood outside Qin Xiangxiang's door and knocked.
No one responded for a long time.
The oil lamp inside the door was still on. Mu Ting listened carefully, but there was no other sound.
Maybe he fell asleep or passed out.
Thinking of Mrs. Qin's swollen and pale face when he was about to go out, he glanced left and right, walked around to the slightly high and not very open small window, and opened the window sash with a little force.
From this small window, you can see a corner of the bed in the room.
The curtain on the bed was put down, and the clothes and shoes she changed were beside the bed.
It seems that Mrs. Qin is asleep.
So how should he give her the things in his hands?
Mu Ting closed the window sash, and as soon as he turned around, he met Yao Erlang's winking face.
He was almost startled: "What is this for?"
Yao Erlang smiled and said in a low voice: "Two counselors, please invite the young master to come over."
Mu Ting said: "No need to worry. You go there first."
As soon as Mu Ting walked in, Chen Ze said straight away: "How can you bring Mrs. Qin back?"
Mu Ting had long expected that Uncle Chen would ask this question, and immediately replied: "She is so pitiful, and she is injured, and no one cares about her. When we first came to the capital, if she hadn't kept us in the foot shop, we would have There is nowhere to hide..."
Chen Ze snorted: "Young master, are you joking? In such a large capital, the young master can come and go freely, but he says he has nowhere to hide?"
Mu Ting seemed to have expected what he said, and replied: "But if it weren't for Mrs. Qin, we and I would have to be headless flies in the capital for a while."
Uncle Zhu muttered: "Young Master is right."
Chen Ze glanced at him, and Uncle Zhu quickly shut up.
"Young Master, do you have other thoughts about Mrs. Qin?" Chen Ze asked straight to the point.
Mu Ting quickly shook his head: "No."
"It's fine if it doesn't happen." Chen Ze said.
"Mrs. Qin's identity is unusual, but the young master can still tell her apart." Uncle Zhu said.
Mu Ting stood there quietly, the expression on his face not changing at all after hearing these words.
"Then let the young master go back and rest early. Starting from tomorrow, the young master has a lot of things to be busy with. The person who invited Prince Feng will surely arrive in the capital tomorrow, and the emperor will not be able to summon the young master by then. Naturally, some preparations must be made to meet the emperor. Yes." Chen Ze said.
Mu Ting nodded: "Okay."
On the way back to his room, Mu Ting paused, looked at the meager light leaking from the small courtyard, raised his eyebrows, and finally went straight back to his room.
The spring rain is continuous, the incense is curling up, the long floor-to-ceiling windows are open, and the cold wind blows in, blowing the bamboo curtains swaying.
"How is it?" The man who looked like an immortal was lying lazily on the Arhat couch and asked the man who was devouring the food.
"Of course Fan Lou's golden chicken is delicious," the man said.
"Ha. Who asked you this?"
"Oh, you said Murray's son is pretty good. He should be on par with me." He said, not forgetting to sip his fingers. Fragrant, really fragrant.
The man on Arhat's couch did not ask Mu Ting again.
He looked out the long floor-to-ceiling window and saw the wind and shadows outside. He said: "Liao Haohai, what's going on?"
