In the Qiannuan Pavilion, Ning Yujin was only wearing a pair of inner clothes, leaning on the soft couch diagonally.
She held her head with one hand, her black hair untied, letting it wind down to her shoulders. Her face did not show any symptoms of the plague. Instead, it was warmed by the charcoal fire in the house. There were two strands on her cheeks.
A pink blush.
Next to her, Xiangyue cut the candied fruit into small pieces as if she were serving her ancestors, and fed Ning Yujin one piece at a time with toothpicks. It would be no exaggeration to say that her posture and life make others envious.
"Quick, keep talking, after Yuehua said that Mrs. Su wanted to chop people up, what about Qu... Qu Youming? Why would a girl choose such an unpleasant name?"
"Miss, my name is Qu Youming, which means as light and distant as the fragrance of tea, fragrant and refreshing." Xiangqiao, who was embroidering a pillowcase on the side, suddenly raised her head and said this.
Ning Yujin paused for a moment, then grinned suddenly: "Damn, this Xiangqiao has really changed a lot during this time. I'm still a little uncomfortable with seeing such a knowledgeable, virtuous and virtuous person."
Xiangyue laughed at the side and said, "Miss, why do you need to change the subject? Do you feel that it's not fulfilling for Xiangqiao to answer a question you don't even know?"
"Where? I taught her how to read and write. She is better than a master, so I am naturally the happiest." After saying a few words, Ning Yujin quickly waved her hands and said, "Okay, okay, Qiuyun, please continue.
Tell me, what happened after that cup of tea?"
A cup of tea…
Miss, can you be more perfunctory?
Everyone was speechless for a moment. Qiuyun took a deep breath, then suppressed his smile and continued: "Then Qu...oh no, that cup of tea floats when I walk behind it. The slaves are following behind, and they really want to get up there.
I gave her a hand. Later, when we were at the door, she had a falling out with the eldest lady, and they both took carriages to go back."
"Haha, the fighting power of Yuehua and Godmother should not be underestimated." Ning Yujin couldn't help but feel happy when she thought of that scene. She really hated herself for hiding behind and listening.
Listening to Qiu Yun's words was so exciting, and I don't know how tense the scene was. It can be regarded as a classic battle between women!
Ning Yujin didn't need to think about anything. Just thinking about the eldest lady's expression was enough to make her happy all day long.
"I see, that cup of tea will probably never set foot in Prince Ding's Mansion again. Even if she comes, I will drive her out with a broom."
"I think it must have been instigated by the eldest lady. She just announced that she had the plague and she brought people to the door. Isn't it easy to think of her intentions?"
"Now the whole Shengjing City knows that the young lady has this disease. I'm afraid there will be more such things in the future. There are so many people who are envious, jealous and hateful of the young lady, and there are so many people who covet the position of Princess Ding. They will definitely take advantage of this.
The opportunity presented itself."
"Well, I used to think that it was difficult when I was in the uncle's house. Almost everyone wanted to step on you. But after I climbed up, I realized that it was also difficult to live in a high position because I had to be constantly wary of being pulled down. Let's
When can I live a more comfortable life as a young lady?"
Several maids were discussing with each other in the room. Ning Yujin turned over and leaned lazily on the soft pillow of dark blue silk. She looked at the roof beams and seemed to be thinking about something.
Xiangyue and the others had been talking for a while. Seeing that Ning Yujin didn't move at all, Que couldn't help but reach out and push her gently: "Miss, Miss, are you asleep?"
Ning Yujin shook her head: "No."
"So Madam, what do you think?" Xiangyue knew that Ning Yujin was not the kind of person who was willing to swallow such a breath, so she couldn't help but ask.
Ning Yujin turned over, reached out and grabbed a plum and threw it into her mouth. While eating, she said: "Originally, I wanted to wait until it was a little quieter here before going to the uncle's house to slowly settle the old debts. But I think
Then Mrs. Qu has been too leisurely all day, thinking about things she shouldn't think about when she has nothing to do, so it's time to do something to give her a headache."
As she said this, she waved and said, "Give me some pen and paper."
"Hey." Xiangyue hurriedly stood up and walked outside the door, saying to the two little girls, "Go and get Third Miss's pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
Grind the ink and dip it in the ink, then spread it freely with one swipe.
Ning Yujin scanned the letter, then folded it and stuffed it into the envelope: "Go out and ask the shadow guard to deliver it to Baishanzhai."
Didn't she give advice to the Qu family before and wanted to return several important shops to Aunt Zhao? This time, she wanted her to vomit them all out!
"Where is Mr. Murong? Are you still busy?"
After asking someone to deliver the letter, Ning Yujin cleaned her hands and walked slowly to the back room.
Xiangyue followed her, holding a coat and hurriedly put it on her: "Mr. Murong has been busy all night, and he hasn't touched much of the food I sent."
"Really?" Ning Yujin paused and frowned.
Murong Xuan's work efficiency has always been extremely high. Many things in Prince Ding's palace are handled by him. But every day I see him admiring flowers and drinking wine, reciting poems and writing poems, and thinking of ways to scheming people. It's like living a carefree life.
There is never a situation where official business is left unfinished.
Recently, he stayed at Qinghui Hall all night, and it seemed that he was not finished yet.
The way he is now always gives Ning Yujin a bad premonition.
"What about Mo Jingxiao? Mr. Murong didn't say any news about him came back?"
Xiangyue sighed helplessly: "Miss, you have to ask this question eight hundred times a day, don't you find it annoying?"
"Where are there so many?" Ning Yujin muttered, lowering her head in a daze.
It's been so long since Mo Jingxiao entered the palace, but no news has come out yet.
The news that she had the plague spread throughout Shengjing and the entire palace, but it did not reach his ears. Even the shadow guards secretly sent into the palace to inform him of the news were all lost.
No more news.
This situation has never happened before, so how can people not think more about it?
What's more, she knew that Mo Jingxiao would rush back as soon as possible if he really heard that something happened to her, no matter how important the matter was.
But, he didn't.
This situation is so abnormal that it is unknown what is going on in the palace. At this moment, Ning Yujin wishes that her plague was suddenly cured, so that she can take the opportunity of being summoned by the Queen Mother to go to the palace to have a look.
.
"Miss, Mr. Murong sent someone this." Zi Su came into the room holding a folded note in her hand and handed it to Ning Yujin.
Ning Yujin took the note and opened it, and immediately smiled softly: "Mr. Murong, go and become a magic stick."
There were only two words written on the note - don't worry.