On the cold stone floor, there was a row of people kneeling, all of them bowed their heads in respect, motionless, not even daring to breathe loudly.
"Zhiqua——"
The door of the house opened, and a man wearing a blue robe and an ink gown came out, stood on the steps, and looked at them condescendingly.
All the people kneeling on the ground suddenly raised their eyes and looked at the person coming, their eyes full of uneasiness and anxiety.
One of the bald monks couldn't help but ask first: "Manager Li, are you not angry?"
"Huh, what do you think?" The slender eyes raised and fell on one of the women. His tone was calm and calm, "You have been with me for so long. It's not that you don't know that I hate people making their own decisions."
"But, we are also doing it for you..."
Before the monk finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone waving his hand: "What's the reason? I don't want to hear it, and I don't want to hear it either. If you are wrong, you are wrong. Go to the Holy Inquisition Hall to receive your punishment. Feng Shuang, do you have anything to say?
of?"
The woman kneeling on the ground kowtowed towards the direction of the room, and then raised her head to look at the standing man. Her facial features looked like Cuilan's: "I don't understand!"
"Why don't you understand?" His narrow eyes narrowed slightly and he looked at her coldly.
Feng Shuang's face was solemn and a little angry: "I don't understand why I let my subordinates sneak into Uncle Quan Ning's house, but couldn't do anything. Since we knew that Prince Ding Mo Jingxiao was interested in Miss Ning San, why didn't we take action earlier?
Capture her?"
Li Yuanqiu smiled coldly: "So you made your own decision today?"
Feng Shuang kowtowed heavily on the ground, leaving a bright red mark on his forehead: "Please forgive me for saying anything, Prince Ding's palace is tightly guarded, and no one of ours can get in. Miss Ning San is choosing today.
When the slave girl was being taken to Prince Ding's Mansion as a personal maid, her subordinates were planning to follow her and sneak into Prince Ding's Mansion. However, she seemed to find that she had brought everyone with her, except for her subordinates! In this case,
, my subordinates can only do one thing and not stop doing the other. If she waits for her to go to Prince Ding's Mansion, won't she have no chance to make a move?"
Li Yuanqiu took a few steps down the steps, half-crouched in front of Feng Shuang, suddenly stretched out his hand and clamped her chin: "Feng Shuang, do you know why so many people came to support you today?"
Feng Shuang was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Zhiyuan next to him: "Monk, what's going on?"
She thought those people were called by the monk to help.
Monk Zhiyuan shook his head at her, and she stared in surprise.
Li Yuanqiu stood up with a puff of sleeves, turned his back, and said coldly: "I have already arranged a complete plan. If you hadn't taken the initiative on your own initiative, I would have been arrested by now!"
"What?! He..."
Feng Shuang's eyes fell on the two closed doors, and the expressions on his face changed countless times, and finally turned into a look of deathly ashen.
"This subordinate knows his mistake and accepts the punishment voluntarily!"
She kowtowed heavily again, this time her forehead drew blood.
Monk Zhiyuan and everyone behind him also kowtowed: "I know my mistake and accept the punishment voluntarily!"
"Okay," Li Yuanqiu waved his hand and said, "Feng Shuangshengtang will accept the punishment, and the rest will be made up for."
"I will obey your orders!"
Entering the house, the elegant and noble figure was painting, seemingly undisturbed by anything outside.
The ink is splashed, and the writing is like being distracted. It is obviously just one color, but it is used to create an artistic conception with heavy makeup and light makeup. A tree with dense branches and leaves, and a few flowers in full bloom appear on the paper.
People in the world paint a lot of plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, but they only paint freehand shapes of landscapes and trees. No one really knows how to properly paint the surrounding trees.
Li Yuanqiu stopped by the desk and watched the brushstrokes wandering between the papers.
The man dipped his pen and ink lightly, and lightly decorated the branches with small flowers. Without raising his head, he asked Li Yuanqiu: "Can you recognize what this is?"
Li Yuanqiu raised his eyelids slightly and replied calmly: "It's hibiscus."
"Well, it is indeed hibiscus."
After finishing the last stroke, he stood up, looked around, and seemed dissatisfied. He threw the pen aside, picked up the drawing paper, crumpled it into a ball and threw it on the ground.
Li Yuanqiu quickly took the tea cup next to him and handed it to the man: "Master, how long will you stay in Shengjing?"
"What? The imperial court can't hold on anymore?"
"The princes just want to demolish the palace again. They are all making trouble and refuse to stop."
"What I want is for them to make trouble, but what I'm afraid of is that they don't make trouble." He took a sip of tea and put the tea cup on the table. "You go back and take care of the overall situation first. You don't have to worry about me."
"Master..." Li Yuanqiu lowered his head and suddenly called softly.
"Um?"
"Are you distracted by something?"
The cold wind sneaked into the house, flickering the candlelight slightly.
The voice sounded cold and emotionless: "Yuan Qiu, I thought you would understand me best after you have been with me for so long."
Li Yuanqiu was stunned for a moment, then knelt down on one knee: "My subordinate has a different idea."
The third lady of the Ning Mansion is Mo Jingxiao's woman and his weakness. If he can get her, if nothing else, he can at least contain this troublesome figure like Mo Jingxiao.
And in the entire Nanye, besides Mo Jingxiao, who else could be their master's opponent?
Today's events were carefully arranged step by step by their masters, but they didn't expect that it was one of their own who made it self-defeating.
"Then my subordinates will get up and return tomorrow. You are here, please be careful."
"Um."
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Ning Yujin woke up early in the morning, but her mind and body were not synchronized at all, and she couldn't open her eyes for a long time.
She simply closed her eyes, stretched out her hand in the air, and called out: "Xiangyue, water... I'm so thirsty..."
Yesterday she said she was not tired, but in fact she was so tired that she fell into bed and fell asleep.
Later, she seemed to have a dream that was not suitable for children. In the dream, she had a lot of bleeding, which caused her throat to smoke when she woke up early in the morning.
After a while, her body moved together and she was half-sitting up, being supported by someone. The cool water slowly soaked into her mouth along the seam of her lips.
She quickly and subconsciously opened her mouth wide, took a couple of sips, and immediately felt refreshed and couldn't help but show a satisfied expression on her face.
After drinking these two words, her head became clearer and she was stunned.
She seemed to have slept in Prince Ding's Mansion last night, right?
So who is feeding her water now?
Ning Yujin didn't dare to open her eyes. There was a man's breath flowing into her nose, and she immediately wanted to bite her tongue and commit suicide.
This is Prince Ding’s Mansion, who else could be there besides Mo Jingxiao?
But she screamed so quietly just now, how did Mo Jingxiao hear her?
Could it be possible that he was always in the house?
Ah! No way?
All kinds of miscellaneous thoughts suddenly poured out of my heart, and I couldn't sort them out. Then I heard a deep and mellow voice coming from the side, which seemed to have a teasing smile: "Still pretending to be asleep?"