Dongfang Jing's words were like a barb, piercing straight into his heart, and what he said was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.
"Lvqiao is just a maid after all. She is not as smart and wise as you, let alone as ambitious as you. The two of you are barely together, and you will not be happy. What you Xia Qinglan can give her, Liufeng can give." Dongfang Jing waved her hand, and said openly, "But as you saw just now, Liu Feng treated her carefully, for fear of bumping into each other, even if it was an insignificant green grass, he would pick it off for her, so as not to get caught again. Hurt her face. What about you? You left her with nothing but bruises and scars."
Xia Qinglan opened her mouth wide in a daze, and finally swallowed the words abruptly.
Dongfang Jing gave Dongmei a look, and said calmly, "Master Xia has been tired all night, and it's time to go back to the house to rest. Dongmei, see off the guests."
"yes."
Dongmei pointed at the door anytime, "Master Xia, the carriage is ready, please."
Xia Qinglan's footsteps seemed to be filled with lead, but she still walked out of the front hall of Prince Gong's Mansion under Dongfang Jing's anxious gaze.
When Luqiao hurried to the front hall, Dongfang Jing was already sitting on the Eight Immortals chair drinking tea, and Xia Qinglan had long since disappeared.
"Fizzy, what's the matter?" Dongfang Jing's face was calm, apparently she had already forgotten about "Xia Qinglan".
Luqiao frowned, and asked timidly, "Didn't Miss ask Mrs. Xia to talk about something?"
"Is there?" Dongfang Jing twitched the corner of her mouth and asked.
"No?" Lu Qiao was at a loss.
Dongmei, who had just turned back from the door, shook her head, "The master has been in the secret room just now, treating young master Rong and dispensing medicine for young master Rong."
"En, that's right." Dongfang Jing nodded thoughtfully, then raised her eyes to look at Luqiao, "The batch of medicinal materials sent by Zhaoyang Palace contains a lot of blood-promoting medicines, which I plan to give to Brother Rong. Add it into the prescription. Luqiao, the maid in my house, no one else knows these herbs except you, so you can boil it tonight and pick it out quickly. I will use it tomorrow."
"What?" Lu Qiao opened her mouth wide in shock, "Let me choose?"
"You don't want to?" Dongfang Jing raised her eyebrows.
Although Luqiao is favored by her master, she is quite clear about her identity. She is just a girl. Where can she say "no" to her master, she forced a smile and nodded repeatedly, "yes, yes...of course .”
"Okay, tomorrow morning, I want to see the sorted herbs placed on the table in the front hall." Dongfang Jing took a sip of her tea, and explained such a thing that is so difficult for Luqiao, The clouds are calm and the wind is light.
Luqiao's heart is like an ant on a hot pot, she only worries about whether she can complete the task on time, and Xia Qinglan has long been thrown into the sky!
"Slave is going now!" She didn't dare to waste any more time, she quickly bowed to Dongfang Jing, turned around and ran towards the gazebo in the backyard.
Liu Feng was still stroking his own side face, standing by the side of the gazebo in a daze.
Lu Qiao came back suddenly, he quickly took a step away to avoid unnecessary harm.
A few small dishes had been sorted on the stone table, but they were all overturned for some reason, and the sorted herbs were mixed together in a mess.
"Who did it?! Who did it?!"