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What are you doing outside! She wanted him to stop making noise, so she raised her hand and slapped the man in front of her in the face.
"Master Qiao, what are you doing?"
Someone nearby said angrily.
She looked over and saw it was Jing Qing. She smiled, this boy who had been at odds with her since she entered the mansion—but then she heard Shangguan Jinghong scolding, "Jing Qing, how can you talk to the mistress like that!"
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PS The following thousand words will be added to the chapters in the next few days in the form of 2500+ per chapter. No extra coins will be charged. Thank you. If you don't want to read this message, you can skip it directly.
To all my readers:
Among you, some don’t go to the comment section, while some often go to the comment section. Those who have been to the comment section probably know what happened.
In the battle for the charts, from February to now, the song has been subjected to the most intense personal attacks, until everyone worked hard for me to temporarily suppress those posts, and let the website block malicious IDs and delete comments.
I have a lot to say, but I didn't say anything in the comments section, because I was afraid that my emotional words would hurt others and cause more uproar. This is why I feel so guilty about you all these days, because you have made all kinds of efforts, but I have not been able to respond. All I can do is remember what each of you has done for me.
Creation has its ups and downs, unlike Tyrant. I was not very fast at writing this article. From February to now, I have been attacked by endless malicious attacks. My mental state has been getting worse and worse. Since I went on a long trip a few days ago, I feel dizzy when I touch the computer, and I update more and more slowly. I once wanted to stop for a month to adjust, but I was afraid that everyone would wait, so I didn't dare to do it.
The speed is slow, and the readers of the song also began to question it. Some people think that this is an excuse for the song to not work hard, and that the song has no professional ethics. Some people also said that big names need to consider the time and family when writing articles. Why can some authors write quickly, a lot, and well, but you can't? Sometimes it's not difficult to write if you look at the current update.
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Ge once explained that he sits in front of the computer for a long time every day, but he doesn't write much. Especially during this period, he is not in a good state and writes more slowly. Besides writing, Ge also has his own life. Explanations are often ineffective, so he has to stop talking in the end. Just like what Ba said, I won't listen to you even if you talk more. I don't want to defend myself, but I feel uncomfortable. You can blame Ge's ability, but in terms of attitude, Ge has indeed tried his best.
Regarding the monthly ticket, a friend named Coco in the comment area seems to have some misunderstandings. For her enthusiasm, I can only express gratitude and nothing else. Some friends said that the monthly ticket and gifts will no longer be given to you, and will be given to those authors who are fast and good. God rewards hard work, just do what everyone likes. In any case, I am still very grateful. The Internet is big, and everyone's time is limited. It is my greatest honor to receive support.
There are so many comments that I am unable to reply to all of them one by one, but reading everyone’s comments every day and writing down every message has become a part of my life.
The song has many shortcomings, and there are times when the updates and update timings are inappropriate. Thank you all for your tolerance and understanding.
During the writing process, from the preparation, content to the structure, I have received recognition, criticism and suggestions from everyone. No matter which kind, I am very grateful for your opinions and encouragement. I remember that in the fourth season of the contribution, you gave me very valuable suggestions on my revisions.
I am often busy in the background, and sometimes I fail to see the friend messages or messages you leave in the background. I rarely go on QQ, so I fail to reply in time. I apologize to everyone.
I have been struggling to adjust myself during this period. The speed and content may have made you tired. I cannot guarantee the speed and the number of updates every day. I do not ask for your forgiveness. All I can promise is that I will write to the end according to my own ideas and your opinions. I did not say "see you tomorrow" in the article because I am not sure when the next update will be. You can read it every two or three days so you don't have to wait.
From a tyrant to a beauty, I have encountered so many things. Thank you to everyone who has supported me, accompanied me to this day, and walked through the most difficult times...
The Prince Wants to Divorce His Concubine 267 2500+
Jing Qing felt embarrassed, but didn't dare to say anything and immediately fell silent.
Qiaochu was completely empty-hearted. He just felt a little funny at this moment. His spirit recovered a little. Thinking of Miluo, he raised his eyes slightly and said, "When you go out to fight, rescue my mother. She is now in Qiao's tribe. Qiaomei has captured her and imprisoned her there. You should bring her back to her tribe."
"My father didn't love her, but he refused to let her go for the sake of his reputation. If he let her go, he was afraid that his people and other tribes would say that he couldn't even control a woman. You and my father are the same."
Shangguan Jinghong was just wiping her sweat with his sleeves, and his heart ached again when he heard the words. Her mother had suffered all these years, so she would not be any better off. He did not mind the accusations in her words, but he kept her, which was completely opposite to her father. He wanted to deny it, but he saw that she narrowed her eyes slightly, and her eyes were always light. What he said was ironic. The words came to his mouth, and he turned back and forth. In the end, he just said "OK" softly.
Although he has lost his memory, he must have been full of vigor and vitality in the past. But now he is like this, more like a farmhand than in Tianshen Village.
He saw Qiaochu's mouth curled up and he finally fell asleep, as if he had let go of something. Prince Ning and Jing Ping and others beside him called him "Eighth Brother" and "Master" respectively, and their tone became serious.
In her heart, she was only thinking about her mother. As for him... Shangguan Jinghong only felt a burning pain, and her whole body felt empty, making her heart feel blocked. Her heart sank again. She stood and looked towards the door, and her old friend just happened to run in quickly.
After he perked up, Jing Qing quickly handed over the medicine box as if to apologize.
Outside the study door, everyone stood quietly. Shangguan Jinghong was giving acupuncture to Qiaochu in the study and drove everyone out.
Everyone knew his medical skills and thought that he would be able to save Qiaochu. Apart from the initial confusion, he looked very calm and composed just now, just like a normal person.
"Qing'er, you should go back first. It will not be good to go back too late. It will be bad if the prince becomes suspicious." King Ning advised.
Shen Qingling shook her head calmly, "Son, I have to make sure Qiaochu is okay before I can leave with peace of mind."
"You are the only one who feels uncomfortable with such kindness." Zong Pu glanced at her with a hint of mockery in his eyes, as if he was doing it for both her and himself.
Fang Ming also advised: "Qingling, go back first. Just the fact that you are a master is enough to make people worried. What if something goes wrong with you?"
Shen Qingling smiled and said, "I am flattered by your concern, uncle. But, uncle has a grudge against me because of my mother's matter. Why should I make it difficult for myself and say a few words against my will?"
Fang Ming was stunned for a moment, then he smiled bitterly and shook his head, saying no more.
Jing Ping couldn't help but ask, "Why do you say that, young lady? Haven't you heard about the story of the old monk carrying a girl across the river? The young monk is still upset about it, but the old monk has let it go long ago. Jing Ping said boldly that your mother was indeed wrong back then. Uncle Fang is a generous man and has let it go over the years. It's only you who can't let it go, right? No matter how you treated your master, how can you take your anger out on Uncle Fang?"
He had been lonely since childhood, and he valued the love of family and affection. He also knew that after the incident with King Xia, he and Uncle Fang were the only ones who were tolerant of Qiaochu. Although King Ning was very broad-minded, he was of noble status and male power was supreme. It was impossible for him not to care about these things. Uncle Tie was devoted to his father, so it was impossible for him not to have any resentment. Zong Pu was needless to say. Jing Qing was a stubborn person who only saw things with his eyes.
Shen Qingling was shocked when he heard this, then gritted his teeth and sneered, "Jingping, I was your master in the past, Zong Pu and you knew me best, but it turns out that I was wrong. As the saying goes, people's hearts change easily. Your master has changed, too. He already had a grudge against me. Today, you saw that I was disheveled and looked down on me. Do I want to belittle myself? Why don't you ask your good master? He was the one who bullied me because he was drunk!"
Jing Ping's brows were determined, he bowed slightly, and followed the etiquette between master and servant, but he did not speak.
"Miss Qingling, don't be upset. My brother didn't mean that," Jing Qing said anxiously, "You are the apple of our master's eye. Jing Qing knows that. When our master thinks of you every day, he feels guilty."
He respected Qingling very much and had gradually developed a good impression of Qiaochu, but the two incidents with King Xia made him feel mixed emotions. He was also afraid that Qingling would be angry with Jingping. When Shangguan Jinghong regained his memory in the future, he would definitely punish Jingping severely.
Zong Pu laughed coldly, "Jing Ping, you are so rude! If we hadn't known each other for so many years, I would never forgive you. Why don't you apologize to Qing'er?"
"Qing'er, no one can look down on you!" King Ning said, and then looked at Jing Ping, "Jing Ping, apologize to Qing'er."
Jing Ping clenched his fists and bent his body a little more. His old friend usually didn't talk much, but at this moment he sighed slightly. Fang Ming smiled bitterly and suddenly stepped forward and bowed, "Qing Ling, your uncle apologizes to you. Jing Ping is just..."
Everyone was stunned. Shen Qingling pursed her lips. Jing Ping held Fang Ming down and quickly bowed to the ground.
Everyone was silent for a moment.
Zong Pu heaved a sigh of relief and finally said, "Jing Ping, no matter what happens to Concubine Qiao, send someone to deliver a message to me."
He said this and walked out of the courtyard.
There was another silence, until the door of the study opened, and Shangguan Jinghong walked out quickly, bloodshot eyes and stern brows. Everyone was worried when they saw this, but Prince Ning, who had been brothers with him for many years, laughed and said, "Has Concubine Qiao's heart disease been suppressed?"
Shangguan Jinghong nodded slightly and looked at Shen Qingling thoughtfully, "I was wrong about what happened just now. The bad words afterwards were also Shangguan Jinghong's fault. I will arrange for you to leave the Prince's Mansion as soon as possible."
From now on, I no longer owe her anything, and only then can I start over with Qiaochu.
Shen Qingling trembled all over, feeling both resentful and happy. Shangguan Jinghong, after such a long conversation just now, do you finally remember what you said to me that day
She looked at him and didn't answer. This was a good sign. Just take your time and let him reflect on it. She couldn't be impatient!
Everyone also remembered that Shangguan Jinghong had said in the enclosure that he wanted Shen Qingling to return to him. When they heard Shangguan Jinghong talk about the arrangements for leaving the mansion, they felt either happy or worried.
"You go back first." Shangguan Jinghong withdrew his gaze from Shen Qingling, frowned and remained silent for a while, then suddenly looked at Prince Ning and said in a sharp voice, "Fifth brother, where is Zong Pu?"
Everyone was shocked, and Prince Ning hurriedly said, "He has already returned home."
"Well, Uncle Tie, send someone to bring Zong Pu back to me immediately. Jing Qing, bring Bi Shui here."
Xuanxiang Restaurant.
Zong Pu got out of the carriage, and the personal servant jumped down from the carriage beside the coachman and whispered, "Sir, please go back to the mansion at noon and tell me to go. I went to each tavern and found that the second young lady and her friends came back here to drink."
Zong Pu's eyebrows were stern, "How dare she be so fond of drinking, drinking all day long!"
The boy hesitated and said, "I guess I was drinking with my friends and got in a good mood."
Zong Pu said "hmm" coldly, and then thought, friend, which friend of hers
He lifted his coat and was about to go in when he suddenly remembered something and asked calmly, "Where are the candied haws I asked you to buy?"
The servant smiled and immediately ran to the carriage. Soon, he came back with a candied haws in his hand. The fruit was bright red. The weather was still a little cold, so the transparent and crystal syrup did not melt away. Zong Pu reached out to take it and looked at the sticky and sweet snack with some disgust.
The servant had been with him since he was a child, and he could see what he was thinking. He smiled and said, "It's not like the masters in the palace. Your Excellency often comes here to drink tea, and there are many people who know your Excellency. This is really... a little indecent."
Zong Pu snorted softly, took out a handkerchief from his bosom, wrapped the candied haws, and then strode upstairs.
268 The Prince Wants to Divorce His Concubine
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Unlike during the day, he had now returned to his original appearance. When the servant at the door of the restaurant saw him, he immediately came up to him with a big smile on his face, "Master Zong, please come in."
Zong Pu was about to follow the boy in when suddenly two people came out, a man and a woman. The woman's cheeks were rosy and as tender as flowers. Her body was a little unstable. The man hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to hold her slender waist, "Dong Ning."
Zong Pu was furious and walked up to the two of them, "Master Fan, how can a young lady like you tolerate this? Why don't you take your hands away?"
These two people were Fan Rusu and Dong Ning who had returned home having a great time.
Dong Ning had a good alcohol tolerance. He and Fan Rusu mostly chatted and drank a little. But he was in a bad mood today. He also knew that although Fan Rusu was a warrior, he was a gentleman and not a man with bad intentions, so he drank a few more glasses. At this time, he saw Zong Pu's handsome face was stern and he looked at the two of them with anger. He muttered in a low voice: "Why are you here?"
Zong Pu didn't even look at her, but just looked at Fan Rusu coldly.
Fan Rusu frowned slightly, "Hello, Master Zong. Miss Dong Ning is drunk..."