The door lock rang and the door opened. It was none other than Song Pingping who heard Coyotito's cry on the tower.
Isn't his mouth tied? Why did you scream?
I ran back, pushed the door open and took a look, and found that the rope tied to Coyotito was indeed loosened.
These are all secondary. The main point is that I am afraid that Coyotito will vomit out the Evil Spirit Pill again. The Evil Spirit Pill is valuable. It is not "dog food" and cannot be wasted. Otherwise, why bother leaving a person here? On duty.
She immediately picked up the iron cage and checked it. She found that there was nothing in the cage, and her eyes quickly scanned the room.
Fortunately, this quiet room only has a few tables and chairs. It is simple and clear, with no extraneous furnishings. I leaned over and looked back and forth a few times to see the indoor floor clearly.
Song Pingping breathed a sigh of relief when she didn't see the Evil Spirit Pill, probably because she hadn't vomited it out after taking it for so long.
In short, no matter what, I still have to tie Coyotito's mouth again, what if he doesn't have time to spit it out?
He grabbed Coyotito out of the cage, picked up the rope and tied it up again. This time he gained experience and tied the rope around Coyotito's neck to prevent him from pulling him off again.
The little dog that was thrown back into the cage began to whine and toss again, and soon his eyes were wet with tears.
It's no use trying hard, Song Pingping won't give it freedom...
With a lone lamp and his arms as pillows, Yu Qing was lying on the bed in the pavilion, unable to sleep, while the melodious sound of the piano came from outside.
He knew that Wen Xin was playing, and that woman was good at playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.
The big head crawled out of Dou Gong's eyes and flew back down. Yu Qing glanced at it and felt a little strange. He felt that the big head came back a little early today.
Soon, he found that the big head flew back with a big belly, and he couldn't help but sit up.
The big head flew directly to the corner of the table, and then lay there motionless.
what's the situation? Yu Qing was curious and stood up to observe. He didn't know whether Datou had gone out to eat or something and came back.
The point is, I have never seen a big-headed bird fly with a big belly. It metabolizes food very quickly, extremely fast. Its belly is like an incinerator. If you fart, your belly will be normal.
You flew back with a big belly. Did you eat something indigestible?
He stared at the big head and observed it carefully for a while, then reached out to grab it and looked at it repeatedly. He found that the big head was normal and did not show any discomfort.
He put the big head back on the table and observed it. It felt like he didn't like to move anymore.
"Datou, don't eat randomly when you go out!" Yu Qing muttered to express his worries.
He stayed awake that night and was almost constantly observing. The big head was already his most valuable thing. If something went wrong, he would suffer a huge loss.
After staying up until dawn, I still had a big belly and still couldn't fart. I was lying on the corner of the table, motionless. Sometimes I felt like I was dead. When I reached out and touched it, I found that I was still alive.
It was already dawn, and he still had things to do. He couldn't keep his eyes open, so he hurriedly washed up and then started patrolling the Yuyuan.
If there are unclean places, we need to ask people to clean them again. If there are inappropriate places, we need to ask people to rearrange them. There are quite a lot of miscellaneous things inside and outside, as well as bits and pieces.
His current responsibilities are similar to those of the housekeeper of Yuyuan, which is what he wants. When Wen Xin gets married, the Yuwen family will definitely not use anyone from the Wen family as housekeepers, so he can only help Wen Xin supervise and supervise Industry at hand.
By the time Wen Xin showed up to have breakfast, Yu Qing had almost finished handling some chores.
After returning from breakfast, the sun was shining brightly. As usual, Wen Xin walked a few laps in the garden alone without anyone accompanying her, including Xiao Hong.
Yu Qing could only stand in the garden and watch from a distance.
After being in contact with it for a long time, you will find that this seems to be a living habit of Wen Xin. I wonder what she is thinking about, sometimes in the evening.
Wen Xin, who came back from walking a few times, went into the pavilion and sat down again. There was tea made by Xiaohong on the stone table.
Xiaohong herself didn't know what she was talking about with the people in the main courtyard.
Not long after, Xiao Hong came running over with great excitement. She ran into the pavilion and announced the good news: "Miss, here we are, Mr. Yuwen is here."
Yu Qing, who was not far away, also heard it. He looked back in surprise.
Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, then her face turned red, "Keep your voice down, what are you yelling for?"
Xiaohong: "Master Yuwen is chatting with the clan leader. Miss, should we take a peek?"
Wen Xin spat, "I'm not ashamed, what can I say?"
Xiaohong: "No, it's the intention from the main courtyard to put your mind at ease, young lady."
Wen Xin, who even had embarrassment in her eyes, quickly glanced at Yu Qing, who was looking over here, and spat again, "What are you talking about?"
After saying that, he stood up quickly and left quickly. He walked past Yu Qing with a faint fragrance and hurried into the study. The door creaked shut.
Xiao Hong also walked over and sighed, "It's over. I'm afraid the lady won't even come out for lunch."
Yu Qing tried to ask: "Have you never met Young Master Yuwen?"
Xiaohong shook her head: "It's hard to meet before getting married, right?"
Yu Qing thought about it. Rich families had many rules. The Zhong family in the capital seemed to be like this at first. He had never seen what Zhong Ruochen looked like. He was puzzled again, "Aren't you still unmarried now? Why can we see her again?"
Xiaohong sighed: "When the patriarch approached the Yuwen family for an engagement, the Yuwen family agreed that Young Master Yuwen would first gain fame before marrying a wife, and then get married after being named on the gold medal list. This was the wedding date. Originally, the young lady was already going to enter the Yuwen family this year. Who would have thought that before going to Beijing to take the exam last year, Mr. Yuwen suddenly fell ill and missed that subject. Now his wedding has also been postponed. He will have to wait for the next subject in at least two years. It will be postponed for another two or three years. Maybe the clan leader wants the two of them to meet each other so that they can feel at ease."
Yu Qing raised his eyebrows: "What kind of peace of mind can you get after meeting him once?"
Xiao Hong said: "Isn't our young lady beautiful? She is both talented and beautiful! When Mr. Yuwen saw him, he felt at ease and naturally it was not easy to have other ideas. I heard that Mr. Yuwen is also very good-looking. Miss Yuwen saw him When you arrive, you will naturally feel at ease."
Yu Qing chuckled, "It's not that easy to go to Beijing to take the exam. If he missed one subject, he may not be able to pass the next one."
Xiaohong: "How is it possible? Mr. Yuwen is a veteran in the literary world. How can his grandson fail to pass the exam? As long as he takes part, he will definitely pass."
Yu Qing chuckled, "That's not necessarily the case. Some people just can't pass the exam. Some people did very well in the exam before entering Beijing. But once they take the exam, some people can't even pass the exam five, six, seven or eight times. He If you never pass the exam, won’t the young lady have to wait forever?”
"Bah, bah, bah!" Xiaohong bashed several times and poked Yu Qing's chest, "Aqing, your mouth is too bad. Are you cursing our lady that she won't get married?"
"Uh..." Yu Qing realized that he had gone too far and hurriedly explained: "That's not what I meant. I just think that the Yuwen family wasted the young lady's youth in vain, and the wedding date they set was too deceptive. The Wen family in Tangtang, Thousand-year-old family, why do you want to curry favor with them?"
Xiao Hong snorted, but then muttered a few more words, "If you wait two or three years, the young lady will be a little old when she gets married, I'm afraid she will make people laugh." She shook her head, sighed, and Went to the study room.
Yu Qing stood silently and reflected on what happened to him just now. He shouldn't have been talking about that bunch of nonsense!
Although he knew how to reflect, he found that his mood was still difficult to calm down.
Before, he only knew that Wen Xin had a fiancé, and he was in a good mood. But just now he suddenly heard that the fiancé was coming and was going to meet Wen Xin. His mood was inexplicably out of control. In short, he felt aggrieved and panicked.
I have told myself repeatedly before that I came here for Wen Xin's dowry, but now I realize that some things are so difficult to let go of.
I have obviously convinced myself that daydreams are unrealistic, that I am here just for money, and that nothing is more important than the responsibility I shoulder as the leader, but why do I still feel heartache?
He was in a daze, but Xiaohong came out of the study again, still holding the chessboard in his hand.
After meeting, Xiaohong shrugged: "Miss, I'm afraid she's also upset. She won't be able to come out for a while. We have nothing to do. Come, I'll give you another chance to practice and improve."
Of course Yu Qing knew what the so-called hand training was about. It was not just about playing chess. He immediately waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it. I just need to do my job well. There is really no need to improve."
The two of them had played chess several times in the past few days. Yu Qing knew very well what level this maid was. Compared with him, it was really a world of difference. How could he be interested in playing chess with such a person? What's more, he didn't dare to show that he was powerful, and he had to work hard to let the other party win quietly, which was much harder than letting himself win.
However, Xiaohong, this stinky chess player, was addicted to winning against him and wanted to teach him how to behave at every turn.
Xiaohong glared: "What do you mean you don't need to improve? The people around the young lady must be good at music, chess, calligraphy and painting. You can't lose face to the young lady when you go out. Do you understand? Come here quickly." After saying that, he went directly to the pavilion to place them.
Yu Qing was speechless. He had long been tired of playing chess. Playing chess was one of the things he hated most. How to describe that feeling? It's like everyone used to play mud house when they were young. Later, when he grew up and became an adult, he was then dragged to play mud house with a group of children. How could he still be interested? He really didn't even bother to play around. Perfunctory.
If it had been put somewhere else, he would have been too lazy to bother with it, but right now, he still had to hug Xiaohong's thigh, so he could only go there with a smile on his face.
A man and a woman sit opposite each other, reaching out to each other and making moves.
After playing for a while, Yu Qing started to act cowardly, planning to let Xiao Hong gain the upper hand and crush him, but Xiao Hong was still there talking and laughing and giving him instructions, and he had to cooperate and continue the performance.
Just when he felt tired, nauseous, and almost overtaken by the poison, his eyes moved slightly, and he saw two people coming out of the road where they usually went to the main courtyard to eat, and it felt like they were taking a leisurely stroll.
One he knew was the second-in-command of the Wen family, the housekeeper Wen Kui.
There is also a young man he has never seen before. He is gentle and elegant, with white and delicate skin. He is elegant and eye-catching in a green shirt. He looks like a jade tree in the wind at a glance. His every move has a sense of education infiltrated into his bones. He knows at a glance that he is not an ordinary person. Disciples who can be trained.
