The two hundred and seventy-fifth round

Zhao Tan's move surprised everyone in the room. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The relaxed atmosphere suddenly stiffened.

As soon as Qin Ying was about to help Zhao Tan up, he saw that several geisha had fallen by his side in a row, and they all begged Qin Ying to think of turning his cheap status into a good one.

Heikangbo has banned the practice of illicit prostitutes, and geisha with a bit of a brain feel that the next scythe may cut at themselves. If they don't leave Pingkang Fong as soon as possible, the road will only get narrower and narrower.

However, the transfer of household registration is related to the household department. Qin Ying served in the ancestral hall of the Ministry of Rites, and it stands to reason that she is not capable of turning a lowly status into a good status for a geisha. She is not a Hou Junji with a good wrist, so it is convenient for the past to go to the head of the household.

Today's Hubu Shangshu is Gao Shilian, and Dai Guanping has been transferred elsewhere. Although Qin Ying has a handle of Gao Shilian in his hand, making a "deal" with him because of this matter is undoubtedly more than worth the loss by hitting the stone with an egg. Not only does he expose his hole cards, but he also thinks of himself as someone to watch out for.

So in the face of Zhao Tan's request, Qin Ying had no choice but to say that there was nothing he could do.

She does have a deep friendship with the geisha and official prostitutes of Zhonglu Pavilion in Pingkang Fang, but Qin Ying will not press the official career that has not been smooth recently, and whirl around the edge of danger.

For a moment, Qin Ying's mind was full of thoughts. She held Zhao Tan, who knelt down first, with both hands, and said after cleaning up her face:

"The Wupin official may already be a giant in your eyes, but it is still insignificant in the court, not to mention that I am not a member of the household department, and I really can't help each other in terms of household registration. But if I can meet the right opportunity in the future, I will definitely suggest to the people in the household department that Qing Shaole return to the good name. Let you be free as soon as possible. ”

Qin Ying's refusal was already reasonable, even though Zhao Tan's eyes were hazy with tears, he couldn't say anything to plead, so he could only straighten up and say, "...... Thank you, sir. ”

The others only remembered to ask Qin Ying for help after Zhao Tan. Seeing that Zhao Tan had been persuaded to stop, he slowly put away the gift.

Mo Xiang took the freshly washed peaches into the wing room, and didn't see the scene just now.

Qin Ying let out a long sigh. In the past, she bowed her head to Mo Xiang for Mei Sanniang's imprisonment, Mo Xiang read the old love without a word, and took a few geisha to Xingdao, begging Queen Xiao to help. Now Zhao Tan and the others are bowing down to her, but Qin Ying can't beg Gao Shilian to help like Mo Xiang.

The realm of people is still different. But in the final analysis, Qin Ying can't gamble with everything he has so far.

Qin Ying ate two or three pieces of watermelon with a bamboo stick, and then heard a soft sound on the door of the wing, and raised his eyes to see Abi and Su Qin come in together.

Abi held Su Qin's arm, her face was a little pale, the sweat slid down with the arc of her jaw, her steps were no longer steady, and she was still a few steps away from the table, so she knelt down and sat down with all her strength.

Qin Ying's expression tightened, thinking that Abi Mo was not suffering from heat stroke. She walked quickly to Ah Bi, reached out to cut the vein on the inside of her wrist, then looked back and called for the embroidery needle for sewing clothes, and worked with Su Qin to make Ah Bi lie on the paulownia plank.

"She may have suffered from dampness and cold when she was a child, and her physical foundation is not good, so she is not suitable for overwork in Futian." When Qin Ying spoke, she had already thought that Abi was driven too much by the bustard's mother, so she would suffer from heat stroke like this. Seemingly...... It was proposed to the head of the household that this matter should be arranged as soon as possible. Otherwise, she didn't know how difficult the future would be for this group of geisha in Zhong Luge.

Qin Ying took the small embroidered silver needle, wiped it with a plain white hand towel, rolled up Abi's sleeve, applied needles on her two acupuncture points of Zhongchong and Neiguan, and said to the people who were already stunned behind, "Have you planted honeysuckle in the pavilion, take some and boil a bowl of soup for her." ”

"You're really a doctor." Mo Xiang sat motionless in place, watching Qin Ying meticulously deal with the symptoms of heat stroke, and said slowly.

"It is for the sake of the Tao to hide it in the depths." Qin Ying stared at the bloodshot flowing from the tip of the needle, wiped it off with a handkerchief and replied.

"The prince's foot disease was cured by you." Mo Xiang said in an affirmative tone.

"I don't even know if he's okay." Qin Ying turned her head and glanced at Mo Xiang, revealing a nonchalant smile. It's like asking how Moxiang judged it.

"On the surface, he was promoted to Galu, but in fact he was kicked out." Mo Xiang inserted the bamboo skewer in her hand into the watermelon in the stilt bowl, and suddenly didn't see the surprise in Qin Ying's eyes, and continued.

"Sometimes I doubt you know everything in the world." Qin Ying blinked, thinking that Mo Xiang had brought herself into the uninhabited garden of Zhonglu Pavilion a year ago, and said that Qin Ying was a woman. Behind the silent words of the iceberg beauty Moxiang, there is an extremely sensitive heart, which can be seen from the Spring and Autumn brushwork.

"Why don't you go and see each other?" Mo Xiang asked in a flat tone, as if she hadn't pierced Qin Ying's heart.

"I've never ......" missed. However, halfway through, Qin Ying didn't dare to deceive herself anymore.

The two of them played dumb riddles in front of the geisha, and the attitude of no one else made it impossible for others to interject. It wasn't until Su Qin said that Ah Bi woke up that Qin Ying pulled out the two embroidery needles, wiped them again from the hand towel that had just passed the hot water, and put them into the embroidery box that Sumire gave herself.

Seeing Abi holding Su Qin's hand and frowning and drinking a bowl of honeysuckle soup, Qin Ying finally calmed down. After calculating the time she had come, she felt that she had been delayed in Zhong Lu Pavilion for too long. Getting up and preparing to leave, Qin Ying pointed to the stilted cup on the small table and said, "Although Futian is extremely hot, you still have to eat less cold fruits, such as watermelon." ”

Then Qin Ying saw the corners of Sumire's mouth twitch. Because Sumire ate the most watermelon just now.

"Slow down, adults." Sumire barely squeezed out a smile when Qin Ying stepped out of the chamber.

Ignoring the bustard's mother out of Zhonglu Pavilion, Qin Ying sat in the carriage and said, "Let's go to the palace again today." After getting Mo Xiang's advice, she wanted to face her inner thoughts, but she didn't know if Li Chengqian had time to see her.

Thinking of this, a smile tugged at Qin Ying's lips. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has frequent contact with the nobles of the family, although this is the credit of the eldest grandson, but he did not show obvious opposition to A-Niang's intentions, so ...... Probably forgetting the ridiculous things that I had done to myself in the past.

If she forgets, she will let her remember, and if she does not, she will continue to hang him.

It's like a cat catching a mouse and trying to eat it in its stomach, but it can't bear to see it die easily, so it lets it go and catches it, catches it and releases it, and only after it is exhausted does it kill it.

It's just a desire to get away with it.

There are still four years before he gets married, and she can't tell who is hanging whose appetite, she just wants to hold the initiative here. This stems from her unparalleled pride. (To be continued.) )