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Lang Linling smiled sweetly and held his hand, "Lunch is ready, would you like to have lunch with me or..."
Qiao Chu looked at her and then looked at himself, but heard Shangguan Jinghong say, "Go to your room."
The two were about to leave, and she stepped forward with a wry smile, "Master, after lunch, can you come to my room?"
She had made things clear to King Xia, and she did the same to him. No matter what happened between the two of them in the future, she didn't want to leave a thorn in their hearts.
"If there's anything, just send someone to tell me." Shangguan Jinghong said indifferently, with a hint of impatience between his brows.
Qiaochu's heart darkened and her eyes were sore. She reached out her hand to touch it, but as she moved her shoulders and elbows, she suddenly felt extreme pain in both shoulders. This abnormality had just occurred in Prince Xia's Mansion. She couldn't help but bend down, and a strong wind blew past her, and she was hugged by someone.
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My wrist immediately tightened and was grabbed by someone.
In the midst of the pain, Qiaochu looked up and saw who was coming, and then she was stunned again. Shangguan Jinghong came back at some point, holding her with one hand and resting the other on her wrist.
Looking at the neatly trimmed, slightly shiny and slightly tough fingernails, she fell silent for a moment. Everything around was quiet, except for Lang Linling who called out "Master" and Bishui who followed closely. The former had a hint of anger on his face and looked at her coldly. Finally, he looked at Shangguan Jinghong with a complicated look.
"There's no heart attack." Shangguan Jinghong frowned, and a flash of disgust passed through his eyes.
He had never given her this kind of look since he lost his memory. Qiaochu felt suffocated. At this moment, the two of them were very close to each other. Unlike before, she did not use honorifics, and did not call him "Grandpa" like before. "Jinghong, after you finish your meal, come over to my side. I can help you with today's matter..."
"You always play tricks. Yes, your excuse to go out today was also a trick."
Although she lowered her voice, it was inconvenient to explain in detail since Lang Linling was here, so she didn't say much. However, Shangguan Jinghong interrupted her with a sneer.
"I promised you to send troops, and I won't go back on my word. You don't have to force yourself to accommodate me. I'm tired and fed up, but I will never let you go. Even if you have to die, you can only die in my Rui Palace. That's all I have to say. There's only so much we can say to each other. You don't have to say anything more. If you say anything more, I won't listen. Do you believe it and be a fool again? No, I can't."
He pinched her waist hard, his eyes were filled with sarcasm and ridicule, piercing into her eyes through the frosty light on his iron face.
It was not until he walked away with Lang Linling in his arms that Qiaochu regained some strength from the coldness all over her body, put her hand on her shoulder, and slowly stood up. The pain in her shoulder seemed to remind her of something, but she didn't want to spend the energy to think about it, nor did she ask him to treat her.
When she returned to the room, the four great men and the beautiful lady had already returned and were waiting for her.
She just felt extremely tired, ate something casually for lunch, and then went back to bed. The pain in her shoulder was like the intermittent rheumatism of an old person, but then it went away, and she ignored it.
She rested, while the four great men and the beauty sat in the room to watch over her.
When I woke up, it was already time for dinner. I had no appetite in the morning, and now that I was awake, I felt even less like eating. The two maids were considerate and immediately went out to get some hot water.
After taking a shower, she sat at the table, thinking about what to do next, but found that her mind was blank. Then she thought, what else can she do? He is generous and keeps his promise. Shouldn't she still follow the original plan? Why is there so much entanglement
Just as she was thinking about it, Bishui led a few maids in, each holding something in their hands. When the four great men and the beauty put them down, she looked and saw that they were jewelry boxes, cloth, and rouge and powder.
The entire scroll of silk was blue, the blue of the lake or the sea, the blue of the sky, so bright and dazzling.
Thinking of his words in Prince Xia's mansion, for the first time, she felt that this soothing color was also dazzling.
Bishui stood aside, looking at the things on the table with some envy but indifference, saying that they were given by the master to Qiao.
She nodded and let Bishui go about his business. Bishui was imprisoned because of her, but was released today because of Lang Linling. She felt very sad for Bishui's envy. These things were just his way of mocking her. But Bishui suddenly smiled bitterly and said, "Master Qiao, there is something I know I shouldn't say..."
Since Bishui said this, she didn't want to refuse, so she gestured to Bishui to speak.
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"I was drunk and kept calling your name in the study."
It was not until the guards in the courtyard greeted her that Qiaochu realized what she had done. She was already on her way to the study.
At this moment, she didn't know who looked more like a fool between her and Shangguan Jinghong.
He walked quickly and breathlessly to the door of the study. Qiaochu was startled to find that there was no one outside the door, not even a guard, and even Laotie and the others were not there.
Yes, he is a man who cares about his reputation. How could he allow his subordinates to see him in such a state of despair
With her hand against the door, she quickly became nervous again. He had already said that he would no longer listen to her explanation, so why did she rush over in such a hurry
However, her body was out of control. She raised her hand and wanted to knock on the door, but then she laughed. He was already drunk, so why should she knock on the door
The thought came to me, and before I could think of what to say to him, I had already pushed the door open.
Seeing that the four and the beauty hesitated for a moment and were about to chase after them, Bishui said calmly, "Master Qiao probably wants a chance to get along with me."
As she spoke, she looked at the things on the table and said to the maids, "Follow me, everyone."
Walking in the corridor, she slowly stopped and fell behind the crowd.
Those things are precious and beautiful, aren't they? The gift from King Rui is certainly precious. Her heart spasmed with hatred, and then she opened the paper ball that she had been holding tightly in her hand.
The handwriting on the paper was vigorous and flying, showing the excellent handwriting of the Dali Temple Minister.
Only then did a smile appear on her lips.
Fang Ming's bedroom.
At this time, under the lights, in addition to Fang Ming, Lao Tie, Jing Ping and Jing Qing, there were two other guests, Prince Ning and Zong Pu.
"No, I still want to go see the master. He has dismissed us all, but he has been drinking and cannot live without someone to serve him."
Everyone looked worried, and as they were talking, Jingping suddenly stood up.
Zong Pu's eyes moved slightly, "Jing Ping, how can you say that there is no one to serve the Eighth Master? Or do you not want the two of them to reconcile?"
Jing Ping was startled and looked at Zong Pu. He couldn't tell why, but he felt uneasy. He said, "Master Zong is really a joker. Jing Ping doesn't dare to disturb the master. He just wants to go over and serve from a distance. If the master has any instructions, it will not be good without someone familiar to take care of it."
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"Jingping, you are always calm, how come you suddenly become a different person? The Eighth Master can't do without you? You can't just stand quietly at the door, you have to greet them. With this joke, can the two of them still have a few words to say to each other?"
Seeing that he seemed unwilling to give up, Zong Pu's voice became somewhat gloomy. Jing Ping secretly paid attention and saw Zong Pu looking at Prince Ning. He knew that Zong Pu wanted Prince Ning to intercede.
Lao Tie and Fang Ming on the side were also a little hesitant, so they didn't say anything. Jing Qing, the young man, wanted to support Zong Pu, but he glared at him and took back his words.
Prince Ning seemed to have some hesitation and did not speak immediately. Prince Ning was his elder brother, and if Prince Ning spoke, he would not be able to speak. Taking advantage of this opportunity, he said, "Master Zong is right, but Jingping thinks... it is better to go over."
He was certainly not as eloquent as the talented Dali Temple Minister, so it was better to take action than to talk.
He said, and immediately walked towards the door.
"Jing Ping!"
Zong Pu chased after him and grabbed his arm. He hooked his toes back and heard footsteps staggering behind him. He heard the sound of Zong Pu gritting his teeth. He smiled in his heart, but turned around and apologized, "Don't blame me, Master Zong. When someone attacked, Jing Ping instinctively defended himself. Master Zong should learn some martial arts."
Although he was a servant, he only obeyed King Rui, and he and Zong Pu had been friends for many years. He actually did not approve of Zong Pu's behavior tonight, so he took this opportunity to make fun of this man.
Unexpectedly, Zong Pu just frowned slightly, but after hearing the last sentence, his expression changed, as if he had said something taboo.
He saw that Prince Ning was frowning and seemed to want to speak, so he didn't dare to stay any longer. After taking a few steps, he heard a lot of footsteps behind him. They were following him. Well, more people, better. He immediately used his Qinggong skills.
Jingping felt a little guilty. After all, he came to the study room for selfish reasons.
When he saw Qiaochu clinging to the door frame, he felt that he was really wrong. He should have been more selfish. If he had come to serve the master earlier, the current situation would not have happened.
Qiaochu was not wearing a veil and her face was pale. She held onto the door frame because she was about to fall. That posture made him feel distressed, regardless of whether he was qualified or not.
In the study, Master and Shen Qingling stood beside the couch. Master was not wearing an iron mask, which fell on the couch. The two of them were pressed shoulder to shoulder, their clothes were not very tidy, Master even took off his outer robe, only wearing a single layer of clothes, the two of them... looked like they had just got up from the couch. Master had drunk some wine, his face was flushed, and his body was slightly swaying. He stared at Qiao Chu in surprise but fiercely.
Although his gaze was fierce, deep and dark, there was clearly a hint of panic in his eyes.
The master can drink a lot, but he asked his subordinates to buy a lot of things from the best store in Chaoge in the afternoon, and then he started drinking, and he drank for an hour or two in a row. If he continued like this, no matter how good his alcohol tolerance was, his stomach would not be able to bear it. They couldn't persuade him, so he suggested going to find Qiaochu, but the master got angry. Later, they had no choice but to send people to find Prince Ning and Zong Pu to inform them of the master's situation.
Zong Pu came here with Shen Qingling.
When they arrived, the master was already about 60% drunk, but he was still drinking without caring. During lunch, Concubine Lang begged for mercy, and Bishui was released today, so she served the master in the study. The master suddenly threw the wine pot, pointed at Bishui, and said viciously, "Go, take these things to Qiaochu."
The master was sitting behind the desk, which was piled with papers with the word "Qiao Chu" written on them. The wolf-hair brushes were in disarray and the ink was pouring out. Zong Puben breathed a sigh of relief and was cleaning up the mess, but at this moment, he suddenly chased out. He subconsciously looked out, but Zong Pu's tall body blocked Bishui's view. He only heard him tell Bishui lightly, "Miss, you must say that this is the eighth master's love for Master Qiao."
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Later, Prince Ning and Zong Pu suggested that Shen Qingling stay and everyone else leave, so that Miss Qingling could have a good talk with the master and persuade him, so that they could reconcile.
In his heart, he actually had some objections to Rui and Shen being alone together. Even though he had witnessed Qiaochu and King Xia together today, he still felt that Qiaochu loved him deeply.
And he is outstanding...
Qiaochu would be here. Thinking carefully now, everyone just watched that although Zong Pu didn't say anything to Bishui, he might have given her something. After all, he was always by the side of the paper and ink. You can say he has a mean heart.
At the moment, there is no need to speculate. It is clear at a glance that the master and Miss Qingling have always been in love. The master is busy with Qiaochu and has been drinking... In fact, when they left the two of them alone, they had somewhat expected that this would happen.
But, doesn’t Zong Pu have feelings for Miss Qing Ling? I didn’t expect him to be so tolerant.
He turned his head to look at Zong Pu, who had already arrived with everyone. Zong Pu's expression was very similar to Qiao Chu's, and his eyes seemed to be observing everything in front of him calmly, but at this moment, his eyes were filled with sadness that could not be concealed.
Zong Pu was already prepared, but it still happened. Everyone looked solemn. What would happen to Qiaochu
At this time, Qiaochu had actually lost all his thoughts.
Even though Shen Qingling's cheeks were rosy and her eyes were slightly lowered, there was a slight smile at the corners of her eyes. Shangguan Jinghong's eyes, which were slightly cloudy due to the smell of alcohol but still extremely sharp, stared at her intently, so hot that it seemed to burn a hole in her face.
A strand of hair slid down the side of her cheek, and she suddenly realized that she came out in a hurry and only tied her hair into a thin bun and pinned it with a hairpin. At this moment, the hairpin was a little loose, and her hair fell down with it, looking so embarrassed.
She knew very well that this was a plot. She knew Bishui very well. It was not the first day she had known that woman. In fact, she had always been on guard against Bishui, but her instinct betrayed her reason.
Her mind was empty, and suddenly she only