Chen Ze choked, but straightened his waist straighter: "Young Master, this subordinate is not wrong."
There was no emotion or anger in Mu Ting's tone: "Madam Qin is Madam Qin, what does she have to do with her father Qin Guanlan? Uncle Chen wants her to go, just tell her to go, why use such despicable means?" .”
"What's wrong?" Chen Ze almost didn't jump up, "Young Master is still too naive! How can Young Master know whether she and Nangong Wenyue caused the Five Stones Powder incident? Young Master didn't place her here. Everything was safe and sound in front of us, so how could there be such turmoil after rescuing her? This was just a conspiracy from beginning to end!"
"It has nothing to do with her..." Mu Ting said, a clicking sound suddenly sounded in his throat.
Counselor Zhu's expression suddenly changed: "Chen Ze, stop talking!"
But it was too late to speak, as bright red blood spurted out from Mu Ting's mouth! Blood sprayed on the face of Chen Ze who was closest.
Chen Ze wiped his face, cocked his neck and shouted: "Young master is so angry just because of a mere Mrs. Qin, you really have failed to trust me!"
"Chen Ze!" Counselor Zhu roared angrily.
Chen Zeyan said with a stern face: "Young Master, please think twice!"
Counselor Zhu went to talk to Chen Ze: "Chen Ze, what are you doing! Young master is like this! Why don't you shut up!"
"I'm doing this for his own good! Mrs. Qin obviously has bad intentions, but he still trusts her in everything..."
After Mu Ting spurted out the blood, his expression became calmer, and he watched quietly as Chen Ze continued to curse furiously.
Counselor Zhu was still very strong and pushed Chen Ze out of the door before Chen Ze could say more unpleasant words.
Then, the curses gradually became distant.
"Young Master..." Yao Erlang stood at the door and called Mu Ting quietly. It was simply too appalling just now! However, this situation is not uncommon. In the past, in the military camp, the staff would often slap the table with the Marquis. But what Uncle Chen said was too exaggerated. Mrs. Qin is not that kind of person!
"I'm fine, come here." Mu Ting said it was fine, but his voice was weak and tight.
Yao Erlang hurried over and listened to Mu Ting's whispered instructions. After a moment, he asked slightly uneasily: "If Uncle Chen knows..."
Mu Ting's eyes were a little cold: "Why, my words haven't worked yet?"
"Yes." Yao Erlang lowered his head.
"Go out and close the door. I want to have a good sleep." Mu Ting did not dare to force himself any longer. He had held on for a day, but now he was at the end of his strength.
Yao Erlang obeyed the order, and when he went out, the cold wind blew, and he shuddered suddenly.
He glanced back behind him, but there was no sound inside the door.
It seemed like there was something different, but it seemed like there wasn't.
Qin Xiangxiang was woken up by a burst of crying.
She sat up suddenly and was stunned for a long time before she remembered that it was Ji Geer who was crying.
There was the smell of food and the sound of low voices coming from outside. She listened intently, as if Fan Xiang'er was coaxing Ji Ge'er.
The days in the restaurant were uneventful.
Qin Xiangxiang poured out the water from the thermos bottle, washed herself, and began to imitate the makeup that Princess Huizhen had painted on her that day.
It's a pity that her hands are not as sensitive as Princess Huizhen's, so she only drew an imitation of Dong Shi's frown.
That's all, there is a specialization in the art industry, so she can't make trouble with herself.
Qin Xiangxiang threw away the pen and washed away the makeup he had just applied, revealing his original appearance. In the mirror, her appearance did not match her age, and she looked more immature than her age. When he laughs, the wine swirls slightly, which is harmless to humans and animals.
She stroked her face and said to herself: "Qin Xiangxiang, you have to work hard."
Nothing can happen to her. Everyone in the foot shop depends on her for their livelihood.
Before leaving, she took a look at Ji Geer.
The little boy, who had just turned one full moon, had not yet been contaminated by the dust of the world. He had his eyes closed and his cheeks were rosy.
Qin Xiangxiang reached out for a hug, and Xu's mother suddenly shouted: "No! He's going to stink!"
Sure enough, an indescribable smell filled the air.
When Xu's mother was busy changing Ji Geer's clothes, Qin Xiangxiang carried the offerings that Hongxiu had prepared for her, and walked out of the waterwheel alley under Hongxiu's eager eyes.
The weather is getting warmer day by day, and the capital city is becoming more and more lively.
Merchant ships from the Southland arrived one after another, bringing a dazzling array of goods to the capital city, decorating the little ladies more and more beautifully.
The day was just warm, not hot yet, but fans and oil-paper umbrellas from Jiangzhou were already being sold in the capital.
Qin Xiangxiang was carrying a basket, and when Tingting walked through the alley specializing in fans, he saw Luo Sanniang and Luo Siniang from Luoji Restaurant in a shop, following a good-looking young man talking behind him.
Qin Xiangxiang hesitated for a moment and entered the store.
Seeing that she was all pure and clean, with a silver hairpin stuck in her head, the shop assistant guarding the door only glanced at her and said perfunctorily: "Little lady, please come in." It's not to blame for his contempt for others, their shop Most of the fans sold here are for giving away, and the cheapest fan costs five guan. This little lady looks like she can't afford it. But they won't chase people away.
Qin Xiangxiang was about to lift her legs towards Luo Sanniang and Luo Siniang's side, but the store clerk reminded her again: "Little lady, don't rush into the noble man."
There are still many kind-hearted people in the world.
Qin Xiangxiang nodded, smiled at the store clerk, and walked over without hesitation.
"Brother, this one is good. The fan is made of embroidery from Jiangzhou." Luo Sanniang said.
It seems that this young man is Luo Jijiu's eldest son, Luo Dalangjun, whom Lady Ding admires.
Qin Xiangxiang looked at Mr. Luo Dalang openly and saw that he was indeed a handsome, white-faced scholar. It is reasonable for Mrs. Ding to admire him.
There was a young lady next to him who was looking at him unabashedly. Mr. Luo Dalang didn't seem to care, but stood up straighter and straighter, shaking the fan gently in his hand, and glanced at Qin Xiangxiang from the corner of his eye.
oh! She was just a pretty young lady, dressed shabbily.
Luo Dalangjun looked away and smiled at Third Sister: "If Third Sister likes it, just buy it."
Luo Siniang heard this and quickly took one: "Brother, Siniang likes this fan."
"Okay, okay, just take it. Big brother will pay the bill today." Mr. Luo Dalang said with a little helpless pampering.
The fans that Luo Sanniang and Luo Siniang were interested in were not cheap. Qin Xiangxiang took a look at the price and found that it cost almost fifty guan.
But Luo Jijiu was not of a very high grade, nor did he come from a wealthy family. He had more than ten children at home. No matter how favored Mr. Luo Dalang was, even though he was the eldest son, he could not spend money like water.
Qin Xiangxiang looked at the fan in Luo Siniang's hand and said quietly: "If Mrs. Ding were still alive, she would definitely like this fan too."
Her voice was low but she made sure she spoke clearly.
Sure enough, the expressions of Luo Dalangjun and Luo Sanniang changed. Luo Siniang looked at Qin Xiangxiang in shock: "Who are you? Do you know Sister Ding? Did you just say that Sister Ding is no longer alive?"
Qin Xiangxiang nodded: "Ms. Ding suddenly suffered a heart attack and her fragrance disappeared. I met her once and knew that she liked fans the most, so I thought of coming over to buy one for her."
Everyone is dead, but this young lady still wants to buy a fan for Mrs. Ding. Her friendship with Mrs. Ding must be great.
Luo Siniang looked at Qin Xiangxiang in confusion: "But Sister Ding has never mentioned you. We are very good with her..."
"Fourth sister!" Luo Sanniang suddenly interrupted, "This person might be a liar. You don't need to say more to her."
Luo Sanniang was very vigilant. She looked at Qin Xiangxiang carefully: "This person looks familiar to me..."
"Mrs. Qin, have you bought the fan?" A man stood at the door and asked Qin Xiangxiang in a gentle voice.
