"Jiang Qingqing, Dad won't let you go!"
Jiang Qingyue said sternly, a misty cold air covering her entire face.
Jiang Qingqing had a smile on her lips, but it made people feel extremely cold, like the sun shining on the ice.
"Okay, let the second uncle check it out. When the time comes, auntie won't want to come back."
After saying that, she took the forsythia back to her yard, leaving behind an angry Jiang Qingyue.
As soon as she entered the boudoir, she smelled an unfamiliar aroma.
This scent is very familiar, as if I have smelled it somewhere.
Before she could figure it out, Forsythia pointed to the man who was drinking tea leisurely in the room, "Miss, look."
Cloudscape
Is he here again
"Miss, this servant will drive him out!" Forsythia was about to go out, but was stopped by Jiang Qingqing.
No matter how she looked at the goods, she looked idle and bored, "You are waiting outside."
"Little girl, you're back, but I've been waiting for you for a while." Yun Jing poured tea and drank it politely, as if he was the master here.
"What are you doing here?"
"Little girl, of course I'm here to find you. Why do you look so cold? By the way, your face should be better, right?"
Jiang Qingqing raised her hand unconsciously, and her face was indeed relieved, "This is the inner courtyard. If you have nothing to do, leave."
"What about the inner room, little girl, I'll take you out to see something fun."
Yunjing said, got up and pulled her sleeve, and was going to take him outside.
Jiang Qingqing subconsciously refused, "Yunjing, what do you want to do?"
"Why are you..." Yun Jing said halfway through, sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and picked her up by the waist.
"you… "
"Hold it well, if it falls down later, I will not be responsible." Yun Jing looked at her with a shallow smile in his eyes.
Jiang Qingqing glared at him and said nothing.
The wind on both sides kept blowing, and the white gauze on her face was lifted by the wind, revealing the delicate face below.
Yun Jing just saw it, stunned for a moment, with surprise in his eyes, and quickly disappeared, "Little girl, I helped you, your face is so fast, today, you have to do me a favor."
"Who wants your help?"
Even without his pills, she could heal her face on her own.
However, after all, he took his medicine.
Jiang Qingqing planned to help him this time, and the two would not owe each other, so he stopped thinking of him to find himself in the future.
When it landed steadily, it was in front of a ready-to-wear shop.
"What's the meaning?"
"Change clothes." Yun Jing said, took a set of fiery red men's robes and gestured up and down.
"The guest officer has a good eye, this dress is the latest style."
Jiang Qingqing took a plain white set next to it and went inside to change clothes.
When he came out, he glanced at Yunjing and said lightly, "Don't you want to help you? Let's go."
"Let's go." Yun Jing clicked his tongue, grabbed her shoulders, Jiang Qingqing frowned, avoiding his touch, what's wrong with this person.
Spontaneous cooked
Yunjing just smiled and said nothing.
When we got there, it was Wenxiang Pavilion.
This place, to put it more clearly, is Hualou.
"Yunjing, what are you doing here?"
Shouldn't there be his old friend here
"You'll know when you go in." Yun Jing smiled brightly and pulled her in.
It was still early, and there were only some people in the hall who were preparing for the evening program.
"Oh, two guest officers, the time has not yet come, why don't the two guest officers go to the side for a cup of tea, how about you?"
The mother was dressed in coquettish clothes, with a lot of powder on her face, and a smile on her face, which made people feel that the powder would fall off anytime, anywhere.
"There's no reason to drive the guests out, is this enough money?" Yun Jing said, taking out a piece of silver from his sleeve.
That mother is an eye-opener when she sees money. When she sees silver, she is not happy.
With a flick of his sleeve, a greasy smell drifted past, Jiang Qingqing frowned subconsciously.
"Mom, is the picturesque girl here?"
"I'm here, Cuihua, bring the two young masters up." The mother's mouth couldn't close.
"No need, we'll go up by ourselves." Yun Jing said, pulling Jiang Qingqing up.
"You came to find flowers and ask Liu, what are you doing with me?" Jiang Qingqing was extremely displeased.
Where did she provoke him, so that he has been pestering him since the last time.
"You'll know when you go in." Yun Jing said, pushing the door and entering, but the people inside were not surprised at all.
Even if you are a benefactor, you have to knock on the door to show courtesy when entering the room. Now that Yun Jing didn't knock on the door and went straight in, the woman inside didn't find it strange at all. It seemed that he came more than once.
The woman also saw Jiang Qingqing, she was seriously shocked, and quickly pressed down, "Young Master is here."
"Picturesque, this is the woman I told you last time."
"Miss Jiang!" Yingying smiled picturesquely, her eyes circling around her all the time.
Jiang Qingqing was not interested in coming to such a place, she raised her lips and said lightly: "Yunjing, what do you want me to help you with?"
"Miss Jiang, the son is for me." Picturesque explained, with a bit of embarrassment in his eyes.
There seemed to be unspeakable bitterness in my heart.
"Miss Jiang, I was poisoned. Although the young master wanted to help me heal, there are differences between men and women, so I invited Miss Jiang here."
I see.
It seemed that Yunjing helped him and harassed her over and over again, mostly because of this woman.
Also, this woman has pink face and red lips, gentle and elegant, even she is tempted to look at it, let alone others.
"Little girl, I gave her to you."
"I'll try my best." Jiang Qingqing responded, "Picturesque girl, let's go in."
The two went in, lowered the curtain, and then slowly took off their clothes until only the last apron remained.
With smooth skin, white as jade, and exquisite figure, she is a very short woman, but there seems to be a scalded scar on her back, winding down all the way, which is very scary.
"Picturesque girl, in fact, Young Master Yun is much better at poison than me."
A picturesque smile, with shyness in her eyes, "Does Miss Jiang have a man you like?"
Jiang Qingqing was taken aback and shook his head.
"It's here. It is said that women are the ones who please me. The son is willing to heal me, but I would never let him see me like this."
Too!
A woman wants to keep her best side in front of a man she loves, and she definitely doesn't want him to see it like this.
It seems that these two are really concubine.
She is also willing to do good things.
I took the silver needle, checked it carefully, and checked my pulse again.
However, there is nothing wrong with the picturesque pulse, and there is no toxin in the body.
"Miss Jiang, but it's difficult to treat?" There was melancholy in the picturesque language.
"That's not true, but picturesque girl, how did your symptoms appear?"
Jiang Qingqing had never seen such symptoms of poisoning, but it looked like a burn.
But if it is burned, the wound will definitely not be so clean, which is really strange.