I saw Qin Yuyang lowering his head, covering his chest, turning around and leaving. Sima Haoqing and Duanmuyue didn't know what was going on, so they both glanced at Nangong Yuanli and Le Zheng Hualing, and followed.

Tang Sen watched Qin Yuyang turn around and leave, and didn't do anything to help. He just moved his eyes away from the ancient bell, then withdrew it, and then looked at the clown and Qin Gong.

The maids serving the clown and the Qin Palace stopped, and the clown and the Qin Palace also filled their heads with their eyes and raised them to take a look, unable to eat.

I can't eat it anymore, so I don't eat it. The clown put his chopsticks down, smiled weirdly, and rubbed his hands together. He wiped the two tissues the maid had handed him and wiped them on his mouth. The maid handed over a small cup, and the clown took it and poured it into his mouth, "grunting" instead of drinking it, but rinsing it.

When he finished gargling, he spat into another spittoon-like cup that the maid was holding. The maid put the cup away, drew two tissues again, and then took the gargling cup from the clown's hand. She untied the cloth around the clown's neck and placed it on her arm.

The clown stood up, washed his hands and face casually at the washing maid in the back, picked up a towel and wiped it, and walked out.

The steps of the Qin Palace are also basically synchronized with the clown. He also wiped his hands first, then rinsed his mouth, and then went to the maid who was washing, cleaned his hands and face, wiped his hands and face with a towel, and went out when he was done.

The clown and Qin Gong both went out, but Tang Sen didn't leave. He lay there motionless, and neither did the maids around him. He looked at "Art", turned his head around again, and looked at the maid who was not moving. I thought I would spend a while here, but he was stared at by so many maids, and he suddenly felt quite uncomfortable.

He sat up straight, and just wanted to move the Taishi chair back, but saw Le Zheng Hualing holding a small cup in front of him. He glanced at it, it was Le Zheng Hualing, but he didn't know it either. He looked at her almost talkative Qiuyue, as if he understood what she meant. He had no choice but to reluctantly take the small cup full of water from Le Zheng Hualing's hand.

He followed the example of the clown and Qin Gong, poured water into his mouth, and then "gurgled" a few times, and spit saliva into the cup that Nangong Yuanli was holding with both hands like a spittoon. Then he turned his head around, took the other two tissues from Le Zheng Hualing's hand, and wiped his mouth again.

He sat there, touching his neck, to untie the red cloth embroidered with dragons and phoenixes. Before he could move twice, he was about to understand it when his hands touched a pair of small, smooth and boneless hands. He was embarrassed for a while, and put down his two hands as if they were being held to his head by a gun. When the warm texture of the little hand swept over his neck, the fingertips and skin on the fingers of the little hand made some blitzkrieg contact with the sebum and hair on his neck, and it gave Tang Sen a burst of numbing electricity that spread throughout his body.

Nangong Yuanli untied the red dragon and phoenix Chengxiang, folded it, and put it to the maid in the back. Then he put two tender hands in front of his apron and stared at Townsen, anticipating his next move.

Townsend had no intention of getting up to wash his hands and face. He moved the Taishi chair back, stood up, and was about to leave the large glass round table. When he was about to walk in front of the maids who had not moved, one of the maids took the initiative to take two steps forward. He looked at the wooden basin that the maid was holding in her hand that looked like it was made of bamboo hoops, there was no iron ring, and it was yellow and clear, which should have used the wedge-knitting technique of traditional carpentry. He looked at the maid with the basin in both hands, with a deferential expression. He didn't know what to do for a while.

Every working person who supports himself or his family with his hands should be respected. They are all doing their jobs conscientiously in their posts. From the very beginning of their meals, they are holding a wooden basin, a food box, or a golden mallet, all of which are doing their job functions. They sat and they stood, they ate and they watched, and that's it, it caused a huge difference in the atmosphere, the disparity between the dignity of status and the poverty. They are a drop of tears sinking into the rivers, seas and lakes, inconspicuous. However, this is already worthy of the understanding and respect of this useless abandoned house of Townsend.

With sincerity on his face, he walked over to the maid who had taken two steps forward to him. He smiled and glanced at the maid, then bowed down. As soon as he tried to pick up the water in the basin, the tie that was in the way drooped down. Damn, he forgot that he was still wearing a tie. Really, why didn't the cat-eared lady who took off his trench coat untie his tie at the same time?

He buttoned his fingers under the Adam's apple, felt the tie knot and tugged at it, and then, with both hands, he pulled it down the tie, wrapped it, and tucked it into his shirt. He picked up a handful of warm water with both hands and threw it on his face. I really washed my hands and face.

He took the towel, dipped it in water, fished it out, twisted it, unfolded it, and folded it into a square. He held the moist square in both hands, first covered his dog's face, then vigorously paddled a few Tai Chi, and then went around the root of the ear and the neck, poked and pulled twice.

He put the towel in the basin again, dipped it in the water, kneaded it twice, and fished it out. He grabbed the towel with both hands and pressed it hard, and rolled it into a strip. He grabbed the two ends, his fingers clasped his palms with strength, and turned the towel around, twisting out a few twists, squeezing out the water.

He tore out the twist in his hand, folded it out again, and cleaned his hand. After cleaning his hands, he folded the square in half again, and respectfully placed the rectangular square on the edge of the wooden basin. He couldn't help but seem unconscious, smiled at the maid in front of him who was holding a wooden basin in both hands, and blurted out two words: "Thank you!"

The maid was slightly stunned, and then smiled back and gave him a half-squat salute. When the maids in the back saw this situation, they all couldn't help but laugh out loud, and then they all followed as if they were doing the same, and they came to a half-squat, and they were half-blessed.

Tang Sen looked at these maids with different collars of different colors and ornaments around their necks, and some of the maids still had a few black, gold or silver chain rings on their decorative collars, he smiled slightly, raised his right hand, and turned away.

Nangong Yuanli and Le Zheng Hualing glanced at each other, didn't say anything, followed behind Tang Sen, and also went out. The eaters all went out, and the remaining maids began to get busy. They have a clear division of labor, each doing their own thing, and they are in an orderly manner.

After Townsend walked out, he came to the living room where he had had tea when he had just entered. He saw several young talents with an artistic atmosphere, sitting there eating tea with expensive cameras. There are also some beautiful girls who are not maids, dressed fashionably and avant-garde, with graceful figures, either horns or dans, and generally not the appearance that Tang Sen can see when he sees them. They were all sitting there, with their long legs folded, and they were eating tea nervously.

When they saw Tang Sen coming out of it, he looked like a proper and unsmiling domineering president, and immediately stood up and bowed. Tang Sen glanced at them inexplicably and ignored them, and sat down on an idle sofa. It's really a person who relies on clothes to dazzle, and a horse who relies on a golden jade saddle.

People, you have to have a countertop, don't you? If it weren't for the fact that they were in such a palace-like villa (specific environment), if it weren't for the fact that they knew that the owner was eating in it (specific name), if it weren't for the fact that Townsend was deliberately groomed and dressed up by the clown (specific dress), if it weren't for the fact that Townsend was born like a boss (specific connotation), if it weren't for the two maids with heads and faces (specific attendants) behind them, they would be so respectful and uneasy. That's pure.

However, for these people, they still have to bow to Townsen. They were all people who had been arranged by the Qin Palace, and they had all seen Tang Sen's photos before, even if they saw the original Tang Sen, they didn't dare to slack off. It is even more impossible to be brought up and slapped in the face because of some misunderstanding. It's a very real world, where do so many misunderstandings come from. It's all bloody knives that kill people, and the conspiracy behind them. Alas, I really sigh that those "masters" who write "good misunderstanding, and will be slapped in the face soon" are really deep in the world, and they are good at rhetoric, weaving plots, and misleading people's children.

These people are all people who have been clearly arranged, even if they are not vassals of the Qin family, they also know the truth of power and wealth. What's more, they are all vassals of the Qin family, it is impossible not to be in awe of the Qin family's uncle. You must know that this "uncle" can make Qin Yuyang, the eldest lady of the Qin family, come over from thousands of miles away to marry him. How can a person who has been afraid of power and wealth fear those who are not afraid of power and wealth and must fear those who submit?

In the face of power and wealth, is Tang Sen afraid? Haha, are you afraid?