When Prince Anyuan heard her scolding, a sharp flash of light flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly concealed by him. He sat beside her, took Qingming's hand, with a flattering look on his face. . (Have)? (Meaning)? (Thinking)? (Book)? (Yuan)
Qingming withdrew her hand in disgust, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was also extremely sarcastic, "I'm sure I'll wake up even if I'm sleeping soundly after you kept talking about me for a long time!"
Looking at Han Qingxing's current expression and listening to her current words, Prince Anyuan could clearly feel that Han Qingxing was a little different now.
His eyes flashed slightly, blaming everything on Han Qingqing's discomfort.
Anyway, their family has already contacted that side. Regarding this matter, the Han family will soon fall, and he no longer has to be enslaved by this damn woman.
At that moment, there was another smile on the corner of his mouth, a smile like the breeze. This was Han Qingying's favorite thing to see in the past. Every time he saw it, he couldn't help but blush.
But looking at it now, it feels endlessly disgusting.
"Qingming, you have really wronged me! I was just thinking that you were not feeling well, so how could I not care about you? There are so many doctors in the house, so just send one here to see if the master is not feeling well, so he still doesn't behave. They came here to ask for pulse, are they being raised just for reading?"
"Hey, your mouth is so clever, you are almost as good as the storyteller in the teahouse!" Qingming rolled his eyes, sneering in his heart.
Prince An Yuan thought that Qing Ming had reached the days when women were uncomfortable again, so he said with a smile on his face, "Dear little heart, if you like to hear it, then I will tell you, how about it?"
"Forget it, I'm not in the mood."
Qingmao waved his hand and called Jian Jia.
"Jianjia, I want to eat Qiqiao and Sanzhen pot today."
"Yes." Jian Jia agreed and quickly retreated.
Prince Anyuan felt that Qing Ming was a little strange today, "Qing Ming, don't we have a small kitchen? Isn't it the same if we let the people in the small kitchen do it themselves?"
Moreover, Han Qingqing is not usually the kind of person who eats well.
"How can it be the same? Master Ding from the big kitchen, I heard that his hometown is Qin. Our small kitchen can cook soup for emergencies on weekdays. Such a big dish must be cooked by someone from the big kitchen..."
This is the difference between men and women. Men never care about the back house. Although Han Qingqing has a generous dowry, it is not a big deal to maintain a small kitchen without spending money from work!
But Qing Ming's move had other intentions.
Old Ding from the big kitchen is actually from Han Shen.
It turned out that long before Han Qingqing got engaged, his father Han Shen was worried that his daughter would be bullied in the Anyuan Marquis Mansion, so he placed a person in this inconspicuous position, not only to serve his daughter, but Please send the news about your daughter back.
In fact, don't underestimate these servants. News among the servants is more circulated than those above!
But after the fall of the Han family, even if someone was installed, it would be of no use.
"It's good if you like it!" Prince An Yuan smiled, sat opposite Qingming, held his chin, and looked at Qingming carefully.
Qing Ming glanced at him sideways and said, "You are out today. Do you have any happy events? You are smiling so scary."