The shopkeeper stood behind the counter, with a smile on his face, settling the bill for a famous lady, his daughter.
The guys also cleaned the booth, tidied up the jewellery, greeted the guests and greeted the guests, busy performing their duties, no one paid attention to her, and no one paid attention to her, she was completely ignored.
Song Qingyan's small face was so dark that it was about to drip ink. Didn't she just not have enough taels of money, didn't she buy the two thousand taels of jewelry? It's not intentional to make trouble, why do they despise her so much? She will never come to the Emerald Pavilion where dogs look down on people!
Song Qingyan turned around angrily, and from the corner of her eye she saw a bright light reflected from the sapphire on the hairpin, which shone into her heart from her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat, feeling a sense of reluctance a feeling of.
The hairpin is magnificent and exquisitely carved, which is deeply loved by her and is also very destined for her. She wants to take it off, but it is stuck in her hair and refuses to leave...
The corner of Song Qingyan's mouth curled up into a faint smile, her wide sleeves flicked across the booth, and she walked out gracefully, and she was about to walk out of the Emerald Pavilion, when Qin Yuyan suddenly appeared in front of her, with the corner of her mouth slightly raised, like a smile that was not a smile: "The majestic Marquis of Wu'an's mansion is a daughter of a daughter, and it is really eye-opening to steal jewelry in broad daylight!"
A flash of panic flashed in Song Qingyan's eyes, so she pretended to be calm and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I steal jewelry?"
"Didn't you steal it?" Qin Yuyan said in a low voice, then suddenly reached out and grabbed Song Qingyan's wrist: "Then what is this?"
Song Qingyan clenched her hands tightly, a section of hairpin head and hairpin tail were exposed on the left and right sides, a bright sapphire blue light flashed out from her tightly clenched hands, and the shopkeeper's eyes were fixed: "That's... sapphire hair." hairpin..."
Walking hurriedly to the front of the booth, I saw the sapphire earrings, bracelets, and armor displayed in the center of the booth, except for the sapphire hairpin.
The shopkeeper's face was gloomy and terrifying in an instant, and he looked at Song Qingyan coldly: "Miss Song, you interfered with my business, I didn't bother with you, and you stole jewelry from my shop again, you really have a bad character, please follow me Meet the officer..."
Seeing the shopkeeper striding over and about to drag her to the government, Song Qingyan only felt a bang, and a deep fear rose in her heart: "I was just fascinated for a while... I didn't intend to steal anything... Please don't catch me Meet the officer..."
She is the daughter of the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion. If she is caught in the hall for public trial and charged with theft, she will be notorious. No matter where she goes, she will be criticized and ridiculed...
Unmoved, the shopkeeper stepped forward, grabbed Song Qingyan's arm, and was about to drag it out...
Song Qingyan turned pale with shock, and begged bitterly: "Please, let me go, I won't dare again..." She originally thought to take the sapphire hairpin out of the Emerald Pavilion as quickly as possible, and find a place to hide Even if the people in the Emerald Pavilion found that the hairpin was missing and suspected her, they could not find any evidence. Who would have thought that she would be caught before she even walked out of the Emerald Pavilion...
If she had known that Qin Yuyan was nearby and there were sharp-eyed people by her side, she would never steal the hairpin...
The shopkeeper turned a deaf ear, grabbed her arm, and pulled it out...
Song Qingyan was flustered. Seeing Qin Yuyan from the corner of her eye, she begged for help loudly: "Princess Qin, please help me... Please... Please..."
Miserably, desperate cries came into his ears, Qin Yuyan felt that the fire was almost over, he waved his hand to stop the shopkeeper from pulling, looked in Song Qingyan's direction coldly and said: "It's not impossible to ask this palace to help you, but , you have to do something for this palace.”
"What's the matter? Tell me." Song Qingyan hurriedly promised, her clear eyes were full of joy: As long as she is not dragged to see the official, she is willing to go up the mountain of swords, into the sea of fire, and die...
"It's very simple..." Qin Yuyan said in a low voice, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth...
At noon, the pedestrians on the street not only did not decrease, but also increased. The customers in the restaurant came and went in an endless stream, and the vendors at the stalls also worked harder.
The breeze blew, bringing bursts of food aroma, making people mouth-watering. Standing on the street, Murong Xue followed the aroma and saw a small stall selling wonton stew. The owner of the stall was an old couple in their fifties , is warmly greeting a famous guest.
Murong Xue suddenly felt a sense of hunger in her belly, she suddenly remembered that she hadn't eaten breakfast, and it seemed that she hadn't eaten wonton stew for a long time!
After walking slowly to the wooden table of the stall and sitting down, she said softly, "Old man, here is a bowl of wonton stew."
"Okay, wait a minute, girl!" The old man readily agreed, picked up the wrapped raw wontons and stewed them, and put them into the pot...
Murong Xue was bored, resting her chin on her hands, casually looking at the blue sky above her head, the white clouds...
The strong aroma suddenly lingered at the tip of the nose, and it was the old lady who brought a bowl of steaming wonton stew in front of her: "Girl, your wonton stew."
"Thank you!" Murong Xue nodded slightly.
The old woman smiled slightly, carrying a small plate of pickled cucumbers and a small plate of spicy dishes on the table in front of Murong Xue: "This is a small dish made by our old couple. It is served with wonton stew. It tastes pretty good. You Slow use."
"Thank you!" Murong Xue smiled softly, picked up a small spoon, filled up a ravioli stew, and was about to put it into her mouth, when she suddenly smelled a strange smell on the ravioli stew, so weak that it was almost inaudible. If there seems to be nothing, if you don't smell it carefully, you won't smell it at all...
Putting down the wonton stew and picking up the porcelain bowl, I felt the curling hot air rushing into the tip of my nose, the weird taste was slightly rich...
Murong Xue's cold eyes narrowed sharply, someone put something in her wonton stew!
Looking coldly at the couple who set up the stall, they saw that they were plainly dressed, with friendly smiles, and a sense of simplicity in their gestures. They walked not slowly, but not fast. They were ordinary peasants with calluses on their hands, but It is made by hard work, not by taking a knife or a sword...
This old couple are ordinary people. They have never met her before, and they have no grievances or enmities. They have no reason to harm her. They should not have placed the stuff in the wonton stew, so who put it in
Murong Xue raised her eyebrows and looked at the old man, only to see that he was lifting the lid of the pot, filling out a bowl of ravioli stew, and then turned around to get the seasoning...
Could it be that the stuff in her wonton stew was dropped at this moment, and the person who loaded the stuff was near the old man...
Murong Xue looked around quickly, and saw a tall wooden plank standing behind the cauldron, through the gaps in the plank, one could vaguely see that there was someone behind the plank...
Murong Xue tipped her toes, and her slender body drew a graceful arc in mid-air, and landed lightly in front of the board...