Uncle Feng looked at her with disdain, his contempt for the woman clearly visible in his eyes.
He didn't say whether to give it or not. He just continued to lame his legs and walked in holding the small red lacquer plate.
But the moment he lifted his leg, he tripped on something and became unstable, causing him to fall down the side.
He was shocked and saw that the hot tea in his hand was about to spill all over the floor - suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and pulled him back forcefully.
Uncle Feng was sweating profusely, and he looked at Qin Xiangxiang's smiling face: "Uncle Feng, you don't need to be so generous when you pour tea for me. Hey, all the tea in this pot has been poured..."
Although Feng Bo didn't fall down, the tea in the teapot leaked out of the entire red lacquer plate, and now it is dripping down.
Feng Bo was furious: "You tripped me up!"
Qin Xiangxiang looked at him with an innocent expression: "Uncle Feng, I have never done anything wrong."
The little lady's face was still timid, and Uncle Feng stared at her fiercely. The little lady shrank to the side like a frightened little white rabbit, and her beautiful eyes gradually became misty.
"What happened?"
Someone asked. Uncle Feng looked up and saw Prince Mu looking at Madam Qin with concern.
Mrs. Qin was still timid, and her voice was low and pitiful: "I want to drink tea. Uncle Feng wanted to pour me tea, but I couldn't hold it steady and the tea poured over."
"Has Uncle Feng ever been burned?"
Mu Ting looked at Feng Bo.
Uncle Feng reluctantly responded: "Prince Lao Mu cares about me, but I have never been burned."
"That's causing trouble for Uncle Feng. Madam Qin, why don't you help Uncle Feng clean up quickly?" Mu Ting said, taking the small red lacquer plate full of tea from Uncle Feng's hand, and stuffed it into Qin Xiangxiang's hand.
He pulled Uncle Feng and pressed him on the chair: "Uncle Feng, please sit down. Madam Qin is still young. Let her do these chores."
Uncle Feng got up in surprise: "This, this can't be done, Madam Qin is a guest..."
On the other side, Qin Xiangxiang had already neatly carried a red lacquered small plate, crossed the threshold and walked out.
Feng Bo was pressed down by Mu Ting again: "Uncle Feng, tell the truth, have you been burned by the hot tea..." As Mu Ting spoke, he checked Feng Bo's hands inside and out again and again.
Uncle Feng was held by Mu Ting's hands, his expression ugly: "Prince Mu, this old slave is really fine..."
He was simply sitting on pins and needles looking in the direction of the kitchen.
Fortunately, Qin Xiangxiang came back soon, holding a small red lacquer plate in his hand and still smiling timidly: "Prince Mu, the tea is ready."
Mu Ting said, "Ms. Qin, please offer tea to Uncle Feng to apologize."
Uncle Feng's cloudy eyes suddenly opened wide: "No need, no need!"
He wanted to break free from Mu Ting's hands, but Mu Ting's hands seemed to be filled with divine power, and he couldn't move at all.
Fortunately, at this moment, Gao Chengcheng's violent coughing sound came from the room. Mu Ting let go of his hands, and Feng Bo took a breath and shouted in panic: "Master!"
He lamely rushed into the high school prime minister's room like a bereft dog.
Mu Ting followed behind, watching Gao Cheng struggling to cough, his throat seemed to be full of phlegm, and he was out of breath.
Uncle Feng thanked the high school prime minister and patted him on the back again, and the high school prime minister finally recovered.
"It made Prince Mu laugh." Gao Cheng said.
Mu Ting asked with concern: "Has the high school prime minister ever asked a medical worker to diagnose your pulse?"
Prime Minister Gao Gao shook his head: "I have this age-old problem. I make it every spring."
Mu Ting's expression was a little hesitant, but he finally said: "I am very confused. The high school prime minister is a high-ranking official of the imperial court, and he is well paid by the imperial court. He should not live in such poverty."
At this time, Feng Bo blurted out: "Our master is the most kind-hearted. Every year, he donates most of his salary back to Cangzhou, so that the parents and officials of Cangzhou can help the people in disaster years!"
"Uncle Feng!" High School Prime Minister shouted at Uncle Feng, "It's just a small matter, what's there to say? Prince Mu, I made you laugh."
Mu Ting sighed: "It turns out that the high school prime minister is so righteous, but this prince is short-sighted. Please accept this small amount of money and hire a medical worker as soon as possible."
He put a bunch of money on the table beside the bed, turned around and left without waiting for Gao Cheng to refuse.
"Uncle Feng, hurry up and send Prince Mu off for me!" Gao Gaocheng struggled to say.
Mu Ting and Qin Xiang had already left the room. Uncle Feng, dragging his lame leg, only had time to see their figures leaving the courtyard.
When he walked to the door, there was no one in front of it.
Uncle Feng closed the door, limped back to the high school prime minister's room.
The high school minister was still lying down. When Uncle Feng came back, he asked, "Can we send Prince Mu away?"
"Send them away." Uncle Feng picked up the bunch of money left by Mu Ting and said with a happy smile, "Master, I will hire a doctor for you tomorrow!"
"This is an old problem for me, but your leg has been hurting for a few days. I'll go pick up some medicine tomorrow."
Uncle Feng also said harshly: "This old slave's leg is also suffering from an old problem. What does it matter whether it can be cured or not?"
"It's all my fault for being useless and asking you to suffer with me." Gao Gaocheng sighed again.
"The old slave's life was saved by the master. How can he be said to have suffered?"
The master and the servant went back and forth with sighs, and did not rest until the second watch.
When leaving from the high school prime minister's house, Mu Ting asked Qin Xiangxiang to ride in a carriage alone, while he and Counselor Chen Zezhu and others were squeezed into another carriage.
As soon as Qin Xiangxiang sat down, the carriage started galloping. She held on to the car wall and felt that Zhu Sanlang was driving a little too fast.
Although the carriage was fast, it was still stable. Qin Xiangxiang began to wonder about the strangeness of Gao Cheng.
I wonder if Mu Ting saw it? She would have to have a good talk with him when she returned to the yard later.
After thinking about this matter, Qin Xiangxiang remembered that he should go to Baoxiang Temple for an appointment tomorrow.
I don’t know what dirty tricks Wenchang Marquis will use. Although he knows that he may not be able to escape this time, he still wants to make some preparations.
What if she, Qin Xiangxiang, is lucky enough to escape this disaster?
Just as he was thinking wildly, the carriage stopped, and Zhu Sanlang whispered outside: "Can Madam Qin please go to the kitchen and boil more hot water?"
Why boil more hot water? Qin Xiangxiang quickly raised the curtain and looked outside, only to see Yao Erlang holding a lantern and swinging around. His voice was very low, but he could hear that he was very anxious: "The medical staff are already waiting inside!"
Medical engineer? What's the job of asking a doctor? Who is injured again?
Qin Xiangxiang watched blankly as Zhu Sanlang jumped into the car Mu Ting was riding in, and Kang Si and two others helped one person out, one from the left and the other from the right.
That person is...
Mu Ting!
But Mu Ting, who was fine just now, had his eyes closed tightly and seemed to have fainted.
How is it possible that Mu Ting was still alive and kicking when he came out of Gao's house!
Qin Xiangxiang climbed out of the car on hands and knees, stumbled over, and wanted to get a closer look, but she saw Chen Ze blocking her in front of her: "Ms. Qin, please don't cause trouble."
Counselor Zhu was kind-hearted and told Qin Xiangxiang in a low voice: "The young master suddenly had a high fever and fainted as soon as he left Gao's house."
Mu Ting suddenly had a high fever, but she didn't notice it at all!
Qin Xiangxiang thought blankly, but Yao Erlang pulled her back: "What are you doing, Mrs. Qin, standing outside?"
As soon as she entered the door, before Yao Erlang closed the door, she suddenly heard a sharp shout: "The Imperial City Secretary has been ordered to search for the details of the Di tribe!"
Qin Xiangxiang looked up blankly, only to see a middle-aged man wearing imperial city official uniform holding the horse on a horse outside the door. His slender eyes were full of coldness.
