The Kyoto Times is located in a small building surrounded by green bamboo.

Located in the suburbs, although it is not remote, it is very quiet. The bamboo forest covers a large area, and it is not easy to have such a piece of greenery in the capital. In addition, this place has not been through war for many years, and in this troubled era, it is as quiet and born as a good garden outside the world. The cobblestone path winds and quiets, the wind blows through the bamboo forest, the bamboo shadow swayes, and the greenery is refreshing.

Working in such an environment is naturally refreshing.

Qu Ning and Kong Jinghao took the maidservant and set foot on this cobblestone path, and the car when they came stopped outside the bamboo forest and did not dare to go in-the driver who came with Qu Ning heard that he was here to find Miss Le Fuwen, and immediately glanced at Qu Ning in surprise and vigilance, that is, he heard her and sent her here, and refused to take any further steps.

The driver even persuaded her a little hesitantly: "Madam, it's not early, let's go home early, right?" It's not too late to come back tomorrow! ”

Half acting and half serious, Qu Ning glared at him: "Drive your car well!" Next to him, Baoqin immediately added, "Where is the young lady, it's not your turn to ask!" Even the young marshal didn't say that he wanted to ban our young lady's feet! ”

The driver glared at Kong Jinghao, who was following and standing with a smile, and started the car without saying a word.

Kong Jinghao leaned over: "Sister, the descendants of the Tang family, it seems that they have to be more well controlled...... there is a hint of schadenfreude, but obviously, it is more affirmative of the fact that "she has no status in the Tang family".

Qu Ning pursed her lips and said nothing.

waited until the two of them arrived at the place, got out of the car and walked to the front of the small building, looking at this red brick house that looked like it was finely crafted and had a bit of Western-style style, Qu Ning gritted his teeth and slapped a palm on a green bamboo beside him: "It's too deceitful!" He's so thoughtful about an outroom, what about me?! Where to put me! ”

In this era, this small Western-style western-style building was expensive. Apparently not a newspaper can afford it.

She is angry, and it makes sense - because a discerning person can see at a glance that this is specially created by Tang Shaoshuai for Le Fuwen, and the premise is that the relationship between the two people is not simple.

This will even Qu Ning, who originally believed in Tang Shaoshuai's "chastity", couldn't help but snort in her heart, and when she said this, her heart also "chuckled": What is the relationship between Tang Shaoshuai and Le Fuwen?

Kong Jinghao patted her shoulder soothingly and sighed silently.

The group finally arrived at the front of the building, Baoqin went up and knocked on the door, and it was a middle-aged uncle who was dressed a little sloppily and had a cigarette in his mouth.

Obviously, it was recognized by her.

He looked at this group of people who were afraid that they were "not good", and then looked upstairs in horror, and he was about to close the door as soon as he closed his hands, how could Kong Jinghao tolerate it? As soon as his eyes turned, the little servant he brought with him went up against the door.

Qu Ning stepped forward, smirked and deliberately shouted, "Miss Le Fu Wenle, are you here?" ”

"This ......," the uncle didn't have time to answer, and there was already the sound of trotting footsteps upstairs, and in an instant, a woman in a goose yellow shirt and black trousers appeared in the door.

Her face is like frost, her expression is cold, although her appearance is gorgeous, but her face has an indifferent rejection of the cold thousands of miles away at a young age, even if she is wearing a warm-colored top, she can't melt the ice and snow on her face, she glanced at outsiders, but she is worthy of being the reporter of the "uncrowned king", and she also recognized Qu Ning at a glance. She paused: "The young marshal's noble feet are on the ground, why did you come?" ”

The voice was cold, unpolite.

Seeing that this woman was rude, Baoqin and Suqin couldn't see it, and glanced at each other, Suqin stepped forward and scolded: "Since you know that it is Her Royal Highness the Princess, Mrs. Young Marshal, this is your woman's hospitality?" ”

The woman did not pretend to them, and her words were as sharp as a knife: "Uninvited guests, how can you talk about hospitality?" She paused slightly, "Did the young marshal say it in front of the Congress that day, and the young marshal's wife is also an ordinary citizen, or does the young marshal think that she is above the law, the Congress, and even your husband's will?" If you think you are superior to me, and you think that the land in the world belongs to your family, then okay, I will ask Fu Wen to kneel down and invite you in, otherwise, you will come to my door as a guest, and as a guest, you should have the attitude of being a guest! ”

Qu Ning blinked.

She was also surprised in her heart.

This Le Fu Wen's attitude is really surprising! Since she traveled to this dynasty, among all the people she has seen, even those foreign students who talk about equality, they can't help but respect and give in to her, Her Royal Highness the Princess.

But this Le Fu Wen really doesn't take her seriously-not that kind of coyness, but really and really doesn't take her identity seriously!

This is strange, where does her confidence come from?

The middle-aged uncle who came to open the door saw that the atmosphere was simply tense, and the women who were facing each other did not give in, but he had to laugh: "Xiaole, how do you speak?" Mrs. Marshal, don't be like her, this girl's mind is full of freedom and equality, hey, hey, I can't speak, please come in, please come in," he said as he pulled the door, nodded and smiled, "I apologize on her behalf, you are a nobleman, don't be like her." You can come, but it's shining, how can you not welcome it? However, the young marshal's wife is here today, but what news is there, let's get cheap to the Times? ”

Qu Ning looked at him with straight eyes.

These words are hidden in the needle: especially the word and title of zuihou, if she didn't come here today with other plans, if she really just wanted to be jealous, then she should definitely think about retreating now.

Qu Ning smiled slightly, and stopped Su Qin, who was still scolding: "What is this uncle called?" ”

The sloppyly middle-aged man nodded at her: "My surname is Yan, and my single name is a Xu character." Now he is the editor-in-chief of this newspaper. ”

"Yan Xu?" Qu Ning's eyes condensed slightly on his face, and he didn't miss a gleam that flashed under his eyes, "I remember you." ”

Dropping such an unclear sentence, she took a step forward: "Miss Le, dare to ask if you can take a step to speak?" ”

The words were polite, but she had already gone inside, even if Yan Xu originally held the door, on the premise of clearly knowing her identity, she would never dare to block her way - not to mention that other people's wives want to find trouble in the "outer room", he is an editor-in-chief with no status, that is, he can block it in words, what else can he do?

Can you really block the door and block her at the door?

Does he dare? Can he? Even if she doesn't do this authentically, she is a young marshal lady for a day, and she must be respected for a day.

That's the name!

Le Fuwen obviously knew this truth very well, she bit her lower lip in humiliation, pointed angrily at the people behind Qu Ning, and then pointed upstairs, squinting her eyes: "Only you are allowed to come in alone, and the others will all stay outside!" ”

Qu Ning paused, and only then turned around and coldly ordered the people behind him who wanted to follow: "Wait for me here." ”

They went upstairs one after the other for a few moments, and there was a faint cry upstairs, the sound of porcelain breaking, and the "crackling" sound of being slapped.

Yan Xu Zuihou was at a loss, and wanted to go out, but he was firmly held down by the smiling commander Kong Jinghao who was watching the show next to him, and his voice seemed to be quenched with poison: "Editor-in-chief Yan, you should just wait here." There are some things that we outsiders are not suitable for, right? What's more, if you want to run this newspaper, even if you want to curry favor with one party, you can't provoke others too stiffly. Otherwise, the consequences, you yourself know. You're going to have to support your family with this newspaper, don't you? ”

Hearing the threat in his words, Yan Xu was unwilling, but he still wanted to do Zuihou's struggle: "You are?" ”

Kong Jinghao smiled slightly: "The son of the Kong family, Kong Jinghao." ”

Knowing clearly what kind of financial resources and political liliang the Kong family had, Yan Xu froze for a while, and finally gave in.

He was weakly paralyzed, and the little guys let go, he glanced at the floor where the sound of ping-pong was still coming from, and sighed helplessly: "I understand." ”

It didn't take long for Qu Ning, whose sideburns were slightly messy, and then he strode down from the upper floor.

Her face was crimson, her ten fingers were twisted behind her back, she glanced at the stalemate atmosphere below, and sneered: "Brother Kong, let's go." ”

Kong Jinghao, who clearly knew what was going on upstairs, nodded lightly, walked over and patted her on the shoulder: "Sister, don't be too sad." ”

"Sad?" Qu Ning sneered, "Whoever makes me sad, I will hurt whoever hurts my body!" I don't know who it is now. ”

***

Sitting in the car home, Qu Ning looked at his slightly reddened hands, seemingly paralyzed, but his mood was very happy.

The two maids sitting next to her looked at her gloomy complexion, looked at each other, and no one dared to persuade each other.

What a strong person the princess is, I'm afraid she's really sad now, right?

Under Qu Ning's silent appearance, she was repeatedly reminiscing about the brief confrontation between her and that Le Fuwen upstairs.

As soon as she went upstairs, she immediately grabbed a few vases and smashed them with a bang, and after a brief period of shock, Le Fuwen immediately understood her intentions.

Her originally frozen face suddenly bloomed with a smile as bright as a spring flower, she lowered her voice, watched her smash the vase to pieces, and began to exclaim as she cooperated: "Madame, Madame! Stop it! You've gone too far! What are you doing! Stop it! ”

While slapping his arm with his other hand, he made a sound like slapping flesh.

The two women looked at each other and smiled, as if they had some kind of indescribable tacit understanding.