When Hong Ling heard Mo Xi say that the master was here, she was also very conflicted. She wanted to see the master but was a little scared. She didn't take good care of the lady and felt that she had no face to face the master.
After thinking about it, Hong Ling decided to go to Yingbin Pavilion to meet the master. She also wanted to ask the master to bring some broken silver to her house. My mother took her two younger brothers alone. Life must be difficult. She is far away now.
Dongli couldn't see her even if she wanted to see her. She was very concerned, so she could only ask the master to help her, which would make her feel at ease.
Hong Ling sighed lightly, and inadvertently raised her eyes, she happened to see Chi Yan, who was so white in the snow, and she was coming gracefully. She opened her eyes lightly, facing Chi Yan in the direction, as if she hadn't seen him.
Chi Yan had already seen Hong Ling from afar. His face was still covered with the usual coldness, but after being ignored by Hong Ling, a strange look streaked across his face, with a strange expression.
If it were the case before, if Hong Ling saw Chi Yan, she would have called Brother Chi Yan respectfully from afar, but today she seemed to have become a different person, with her cold back so indifferent.
Chi Yan felt his heart skipped a moment, and his steps slowed down. Long Qianjue was also walking towards Hong Ling at this moment, and Shaga's voice was coldly calling out: "Hong Ling
, Where is the princess?”
Long Qianjue is actually not really trying to ask Hong Ling, but Mo Xi's words yesterday made him wonder what Hong Ling is, and he hasn't settled the score with him yet? Could it be that something happened to Hong Ling, a girl.
Son? But doesn’t this girl look good now?
Thinking of this, Long Qianjue snorted softly. He asked Madam Fang to teach a girl Hong Ling a lesson. How much can an old lady in the kitchen make? That woman is really good at acting. Any kind of master can she have
Any kind of slave, I believe that Hong Ling, the girl, is quite capable of pretending, just like her master.
"I greet the prince. The princess went to welcome the guests early in the morning, saying that the master came from afar, so the princess wanted to spend more time with him..." Hong Ling quickly put down the kettle in her hand and stepped forward to pay tribute to Long Qianjue. Her little head kept on her feet.
She was drooping, and her tone of speaking was cautious. She was afraid that her answer would make the prince dissatisfied, and her ten fingers were tightly tucked together because of nervousness.
Long Qianjue's sharp eyes looked her from top to bottom, and the same was true for Chi Yan beside him, but his eyes stopped at the wrist on the red silk soft horn, probably because she was just working.
Because of this, the cuffs slipped a little, and the wounds on her arm down her wrist were faintly visible, but because she was nervous, she did not pay attention to the abnormality on her cuffs.
Long Qianjue's sharp eyes suddenly tightened, and Chi Yan's heart, who was beside him, was also touched at this moment. He wanted to rush up and roll up her sleeves to see what was wrong with her?
However, before Chi Yan could speak, Long Qianjue's low and mellow voice first escaped -
"How did the injury on your hand come from?"
Hong Ling was so shocked that she widened her eyes and looked up at Long Qianjue. She didn't know whether the prince was deliberately pretending to be confused or what? This wasn't the day when he told Madam Fang that if she didn't do anything well, she would let Madam Fang go.
Are you punished according to the rules? Why are you asking her now? How should she answer?
Seeing Hong Ling at a loss, Chi Yan couldn't help but step forward, walked to her, grabbed her tenderness, and rolled up her sleeves quickly. Her hands were so cold
It was so cold, and the shocking scars made Chi Yan's body suddenly stiff, and he felt a stream of passion rushing to his forehead.
"Your Majesty asks you? Where did this injury come from?" Chi Yan's voice was filled with a strong aura, and he couldn't figure out why she was injured. Why didn't she do heavy work?
Under the influence of Chiyan's big palm, Hong Ling let out a low cry of pain. The sound was very light and almost before it escaped from her throat, she swallowed it back into her stomach. It was just that she had another one.
The two men immediately understood that her injuries were not just on this arm...
Hong Ling gritted her teeth and said softly: "It was me who accidentally fell down by me, and it's not the other person's business."
Chi Yan's face was as cold as ice, and Cen Leng's thin lips were pursed into a straight line. He didn't understand why he was so angry. Was he angry that the person who hurt her, or was he angry that she gritted her teeth and endured the pain, he himself
It's hard to explain.
Long Qianjue's low voice came from behind Chi Yan: "Is Madam Fang doing it?"
He judged from Hong Ling’s answer just now and the time for her to be injured, only Madam Fang was involved!
Long Qianjue's face was extremely difficult to see. When he asked Madam Fang to take Hong Ling down yesterday, he also thought that Madam was a nanny, and she was no longer young. It was impossible to torture a girl anywhere, but he didn't expect Madam to be.
It was this old mother who actually beat a girl with tender skin to the point of being so toxic that she was so toxic.
Hong Ling remained silent about Long Qianjue's question. She didn't want to cause trouble anymore. So what if she told the prince, even if they beat Madam Fang, so what if they beat Madam Fang. What happened will not change.
After she and the lady came to Dongli Kingdom, too many things had happened, and she didn't want to cause trouble anymore.
"Is Madam Fang hurt you like this?" A cold and sharp look flashed across Chi Yan's deep eyes. As long as Hong Ling nodded, he would pull the old lady out of the kitchen and let her do it.
Try the skin and flesh.
"The past is over, I don't want to pursue it anymore." Hong Ling lowered her eyes and held back her thoughts. Chi Yan's excited voice just now felt sad when she heard it in her ears.
Did he really care about her injuries? Then why did he treat her so indifferently before? No matter what, now he has given up and will not look at him more, nor will he stick to him anymore.
After his heart was resolved, a hint of a slight feeling appeared on the corner of Hong Ling's lips, and she still lowered her head and spoke respectfully: "If the prince has no other instructions, I will go to Yingbin Pavilion to pay my respects to the master first."
Long Qianjue's throat ejaculated for a while: "Well, go!"
Looking at Hong Ling's back, Long Qianjue glanced at Chi Yan faintly, and Chi Yan's eyebrows were almost twisted together. I don't know if it was because of Hong Ling's coldness or the shocking scars on her body.
"This matter is left to you to deal with." Long Qianjue's low voice was filled with displeasure.
"Yes, yes." After Chi Yan responded respectfully, he couldn't wait to turn around and leave. Wherever he went was in the direction of the kitchen.