Ziqing had already felt her anger. Sure enough, he shouldn't have gone out for so long this time.
He lowered his head and said: "Master, I know that I was wrong. I should not leave rashly. I ask the master to punish me severely."
The attitude of admitting mistakes is very good, haha, but it's a pity that this is not what she is angry about.
Nan Qing looked at his hand with cold eyes: "Did that woman touch your hand?"
Ziqing was ready to be punished, but he didn't expect that she would ask such a question.
Ziqing was confused and said bravely: "Yes."
"Put your hand up."
Ziqing raised her right hand without knowing why. The next second she held his hand and wiped it hard with a brocade handkerchief.
hiss.
The back of my hand hurts.
A good brocade handkerchief is soft, but the force she used was so great that it felt as if her skin was about to be scratched.
After wiping it hard, Nan Qing shook off his hand and threw the handkerchief on him.
The man was stunned by the veil.
Ziqing felt a burning pain on the back of his hand, and he suddenly didn't understand Nan Linhuang's behavior.
"Kneel down and stay away, dirty."
Zi's eyes trembled for a moment.
He... seemed to understand.
Nan Linhuang disliked him for being dirty because he was touched by the fat woman in the brothel.
Ziqing knelt and stepped back a little. He couldn't tell what he was feeling now.
Hearing her say that about him, he didn't feel humiliated, but he just didn't feel comfortable.
The atmosphere in the carriage was quite depressing along the way, and I returned to my house late at night.
Before he could get off the carriage and lift the curtain, Nan Qing got up and got off the carriage.
When he came down, he saw her back striding away.
Zi Qing's dark eyes looked at her retreating back, his expression was deep as the night wind blew cool.
…
Nan Qing got up early the next morning. Today she was going to court. As the regent princess, she was indispensable in the court.
There were beautiful maids waiting to dress him, and Nan Qing noticed that Zi Qing was not there.
He must be there usually.
Nan Qing didn't ask anything, dressed neatly, had a simple meal, and then drove into the palace in a car.
"Where's the guy from Ziqing? Didn't you see him early in the morning?"
In the yard, several people were cleaning the yard and chatting while doing the work.
"Who knows where he has gone? He didn't come to the room to serve His Highness today, and His Highness didn't ask anything. In His Highness's heart, Ziqing is nothing more than that. We still have a chance."
"What does it mean that Zi Qing is in His Highness's heart? There is no such thing as a tall maid in Your Highness's heart."
It doesn't matter if he has a good-looking face. He is not ashamed of being so tall. If an ordinary man would hang himself long ago, he still has the dignity to live.
"Yajun, your skin is so delicate. What kind of ointment have you been using recently? Your body smells good. When you served His Highness today, you were so close that His Highness didn't get annoyed. It's really enviable."
Yajun blushed, raised her chin slightly and said, "The balm from Wanxianglou."
"Wanxianglou, the cheapest ointment there is only ten taels of silver per box. Yajun, you are really willing to give it up."
"Actually, the smell on Ziqing's body is quite good. It's cold and smells like winter plums. I wonder what kind of ointment he used." One person said.
Yajun's face suddenly turned ugly.
At this time, footsteps were heard at the entrance of the courtyard, and Zi Qing, who had not been seen earlier, arrived.
Ziqing was dressed in a white robe like them, with his long hair pinned with a hairpin, and a trace of makeup on his face.
Dressed like this to serve others, he has a feeling of being a worldly man.
"His Royal Highness has already gone to court, why did you come to serve in the courtyard? You think you are the master, but you get up later than the master." Yajun said sarcastically.
Others also despised it.
"You don't behave like a slave like this. Fortunately, His Highness didn't pay attention to you. If His Highness was angry, your ten lives would not be enough to calm His Highness's anger."
Ziqing ignored them and directly took the tools to clean the house.
"Look at their aloof appearance. They obviously have the same status as us, but they still act like that."
"..."
Ziqing wiped the tables and chairs in the room, and frowned slightly when he raised his hand to clean.
Nan Linhuang didn't say that he would be punished, but Ziqing went to receive the punishment himself last night.
After fifty strokes, I was in so much pain that I fell asleep just as the sky was getting brighter. When I woke up, I found that it was already broad daylight.
Ziqing sighed, he would probably question him again when Nan Linhuang returns to the palace.
Looking at this time, it is time for Nan Linhuang to go to court.
There was movement outside the yard, many footsteps, and the butler's voice.
"Your Highness, these are the accounts of this month."
"Well, give it to me."
"Yes." The housekeeper in her thirties resigned.
Nan Qing was wearing a bright red court dress with patterns of soaring clouds and mountains and rivers painted on it. She was majestic and delicate. She strode into the courtyard.
The maids who were cleaning the courtyard saluted her one by one.
Nan Qing passed through them and entered the house.
Ziqing immediately went to make tea, and soon came in with tea.
"Your Highness." Ziqing called softly: "This is the Wushan snow sent from southern Xinjiang."
Nan Qing checked the accounts of the house without paying any attention to anyone. He didn't take a sip of the tea poured beside him, and he didn't ask why Zi Qing didn't come to serve him this morning.
Ziqing stood aside and breathed a sigh of relief. He just didn't ask questions. Nan Linhuang wasn't that meddlesome in his affairs.
Ziqing quietly acted as a transparent person for a day.
Late at night, he went out with his injury to do errands for Nan Linhuang.
I was injured when I went out to do some errands the day before yesterday, and I was tortured with a cane last night. Zi Qing's body was a little overwhelmed.
When Zishi came back, he stumbled a little and had cold sweat on his forehead.
He groped his way into the courtyard in the darkness, and was about to return to his room when he suddenly saw a man standing in the corridor of the main wing.
The woman was wearing pajamas and a loose red coat, with long black hair that reached her waist.
Ziqing saw the woman's face clearly and immediately went over to salute: "Master."
"Are you injured?" Her voice was lazily, and her whole body was hiding its edge at this moment.
"No, this subordinate has an old injury."
"The injury you suffered the night before was so serious? Get a doctor to take a good look at it. I don't want my chess piece to be useless because I don't take care of my body."
Ziqing hesitated for a moment, but ultimately did not tell her that he was going to receive the punishment.
"Yes, I will take good care of myself."
"There is no need to keep an eye on Shangshu's Mansion, and there is no need to force her. If she is willing to take sides, the empress can do so."
"yes."
"Why do you look so ugly?" Nan Qing walked out of the corridor, stood in front of him, and said, "You are suffering from night sweats. How serious are your injuries?"
Standing close, Ziqing saw that she was half a hand shorter than him, and suddenly understood what the male maids were saying to ridicule him.
Ziqing lowered his head and tried to make his figure appear smaller: "You will be fine after seeing the doctor. Master, don't worry. I will take good care of my health as soon as possible and will never delay the master's important things."