Chapter 49 My clothes, Wanqing, don't act like this
Ye Qing stiffly twisted his neck, and his awkward eyes fell on the fiery red figure next to Zhang Xiuran, with his arms folded, leaning against a pillar wrapped in pink gauze.
Underneath his handsome eyebrows, his cold eyes glanced at Ye Qing with a hint of disdain and a hint of disgust, and then continued to stare at Zhang Xiuran, who had shrunk into a quail.
Ye Qing, who had never been in such an embarrassing situation, could build a landscape garden with just his toes.
But the thick-skin he had developed after being in the market for more than ten years allowed him to quickly calm down, calmly walked towards the copper basin filled with water in the house, and explained casually:
"Mr. Zhang, the girls in Zuixiang Pavilion have basically eaten the hot noodle soup I made. It was the first time I entered the pavilion, and they were inevitably a little more enthusiastic."
"Oh." Zhang Xiuran kept his head shrinking and said one word.
The private room fell into silence again.
Wow!
The cool water was lifted up, and when it fell, it carried powder.
Not long after, Ye Qing looked at the pink copper basin, picked up the white cotton cloth hanging on the shelf, and wiped off the water stains on his face.
He straightened his gray cotton coat and returned to his usual gentle appearance.
Ye Qing walked up to Zhang Xiuran, bowed respectfully and said:
"Mr. Zhang, I have taken a small step by promising you. I also ask for your help to place my family in a safe place."
When it comes to business, Zhang Xiuran straightens his back, but his bohemian temperament is completely gone, only calm and serious.
While assuming this posture, Zhang Xiuran secretly glanced at Mo Wanqing, who was staring at him coldly, and then said:
"It's natural. Next, you will enter the government office. I suggest you enter the reception room. With Mr. Xie's relationship, Prefect Chen will definitely agree."
Mr. Xie?
Mo Wanqing twisted her slender jade neck and looked at Ye Qing in surprise.
Ye Qing straightened up, shook his head and said:
"I have already asked the prefect to enter the torture chamber, and I have obtained his permission."
"The torture chamber?"
Zhang Xiuran frowned and looked at Ye Qing's calm appearance.
After a few breaths, he nodded and said: "Since you have made your choice, I will no longer interfere."
"According to what I said before, Mr. Shui Ben has been poured out. What it will look like depends on your own abilities."
Ye Qing, who looked grateful, said nothing and bowed to Zhang Xiuran again.
Seeing Ye Qing use the scholar's gift, Zhang Xiuran's face was full of joy.
At this time.
Mo Wanqing said: "Zhang Xiuran, are you not going back to Kyoto just because of him?"
Numb!
Ye Qing's raised hand almost clenched into a fist.
His grandma, why are two of them saying very different things?
On the other hand, Zhang Xiuran stood up in a panic, walked towards Mo Wanqing and explained anxiously:
"It's not because of him, Wanqing, please listen to my explanation."
"It's really not suitable for me to go back to Kyoto now, then..."
Mo Wanqing, who had her arms folded, moved her right hand, revealing the long sword hanging at her waist.
Zhang Xiuran immediately turned into a well-behaved person, took two steps back, and whispered softly:
"The situation over there is unstable, and you also know my current situation. It would be bad to go back in a hurry without making better arrangements."
Mo Wanqing pushed with her thumb.
Clang!
The inch-long sword was unsheathed, and the cold light flickered in the elegant room.
"If anyone dares to bully you, I will kill him!"
Loud and domineering words.
Ye Qing raised his eyebrows and knew in his heart why Zhang Xiuran was avoiding Mo Wanqing.
This girl dares to offend people who Zhang Xiuran cannot afford to offend!
This girl dares to kill people that Zhang Xiuran doesn’t dare to kill!
Moreover, this girl’s family background is evident!
When gods fight, mortals suffer.
In the situation in front of him, there was no need to give in. Ye Qing, who knew this truth well, silently stepped back.
Zhang Xiuran's face was full of embarrassment and he quickly said: "The sword has no eyes, you put the sword away first."
when!
The sword was sheathed, Mo Wanqing took a step forward, grabbed Zhang Xiuran's collar, stared at Zhang Xiuran's panicked eyes with water-cut eyes, and asked:
"After all, you dislike this girl and think it's embarrassing for me to wield swords, guns, swords and sticks, right?!"
"No, no, I, Zhang Xiuran, swear to God that I have never disliked Mo Wanqing. If there is any lie, I, Zhang Xiuran, will be struck by five thunders from heaven."
As he spoke, Zhang Xiuran raised three fingers of his right hand with a sincere expression.
Ye Qing, who was treated as nothing, couldn't help but turned his head away when he saw this scene, and cursed in his heart:
"Scumbags, please don't swear casually, especially if you are so serious and sincere. If you are moved by God, God will remember you as a prodigal son. If you are moved to tears by accident, your game is over!"
Mo Wanqing let go of her hand, a look of emotion appeared on her cold face, Jian Shui's eyes became panicked, and she looked away from Zhang Xiuran.
She took a step back, distanced herself from Zhang Xiuran, and looked away unnaturally.
Just when Zhang Xiuran was overjoyed and prepared to pursue the victory and strengthen his offensive.
Boom!
"Wang Liu, a member of the Huaiyang Prefecture's execution room, asked to see Mr. Zhang."
Zhang Xiuran's expression suddenly froze, he frowned and looked at the door displeased.
Mo Wanqing also looked at the door with unkind eyes.
Ye Qing, who moved to the door to avoid danger, opened the door without leaving any trace.
"Qing...wuwuwu!"
Ye Qing covered Wang Liu who wanted to speak and whispered: "Master Zhang has important matters at the moment."
Then, Ye Qing walked out of the private room and gave a gentle and knowing smile to the two people in the room.
Then, he closed the door of the private room.
No more interruptions from outsiders.
Zhang Xiuran's eyes lit up, and he once again put on an affectionate look. His eyes were soft as water, and he took a step forward and said softly:
"Wanqing, I really don't dislike you."
Mo Wanqing's face turned pink visibly to the naked eye.
Zhang Xiuran, who was striking while the iron was hot, said softly: "Wanqing, you know my temper. If I really disliked you, I would have terminated our engagement with you long ago."
"I just swore a poisonous oath, you have to believe me!"
The indifference on Mo Wanqing's face was broken, and she looked like a peach blossom. She lowered her head shyly, and her lips were slightly opened, wanting to speak.
Boom!
The deafening thunder is like the roar of God.
Zhang Xiuran's affection was shattered all of a sudden, and his handsome face turned extremely pale in an instant.
And Mo Wanqing's shyness was gone, and her pretty face once again had a coldness that would repel people thousands of miles away.
"What about that, Wanqing, you listen to my quibbles, no, you listen to my explanation."
Bang!
"Ouch, it hurts, it hurts..."
Boom!
"Wanqing, you... Ouch, my waist."
Stab!
"My clothes, Wanqing, don't look like this..."
Outside the house door.
Wang Liu had a strange expression and clicked his tongue and said:
"Tsk, tsk, this is indeed an extremely important thing."
"Qing Xiaolang, I didn't expect Mr. Zhang to like this kind of tone!"
Ye Qing, who paid three breaths of silence for Zhang Xiuran, nodded in approval and said:
"Master Zhang's preferences are indeed unique."
…
A quarter of an hour later.
Mo Wanqing opened the door, glanced coldly at the two people standing at the door, and left in a hurry.
Wait for the heroic figure to disappear on the third floor.
Ye Qing hurriedly rushed into the house and searched the messy private room before finding Zhang Xiuran with a bruised nose and swollen face under the collapsed bed.
Zhang Xiuran, whose face was swollen into a pig's head, was silently shedding tears of grief. He struggled to push away Ye Qing's extended helping hand.
After a while, he said in a hoarse voice: "Ye, Ye Qing, am I disfigured?"
The unusual focus made Ye Qing turn his head silently.
His shrugged shoulders made Zhang Xiuran's sadness flow into a river, and he shed more tears and said sadly: