Chapter Ninety-Three: Qing'er Makes a Move
Qing'er saw that Zhixian was completely indifferent, glanced at her fiercely, and said: "Young lady, please stand up, respect and humility can be in harmony with the top and bottom, for the sake of the harmony between the top and bottom of the Duan family, you can't break the rules." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ļ½ļ½ļ½Uļ½Eć ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ā
"Although the slave maid is a girl, she was sent by the old lady, and in this room, the slave and maid represent the old lady. The old lady didn't sit down, and you couldn't sit down. ā
I didn't eat much all day, and I drank wine on an empty stomach at the dinner, and I was very tired. How can you listen to Qing'er at this time? When a subordinate told her to stand up, she stood up, and that was really ridiculous.
But the guests were all downstairs, and she didn't want to quarrel with Qing'er, so she said, "Since that's the case, then you can sit down." ā
If the two of them sit like this, they won't break the rules in her mouth, right?
Qing'er's hateful teeth are about to be crushed, she is Madame's dowry girl! In the backyard of Duanfu, even the second aunt has to give herself three points, this young lady is something, she wants to ride on her head as soon as she enters the door!
"I heard that Yanzhi's daughter-in-law has stayed in the ocean, she is very knowledgeable, and she came out of a mixed place, so it is difficult to manage, no matter what, this night, you have to shock people to me, so that I can teach her to be obedient in the future, and know who is the master of this house."
Thinking of Duan's previous instructions, Qing'er looked at Zhixian with a calm gaze and said, "Since the young lady is so restless, then don't blame the slave and maid for being polite." ā
The flesh and wrinkles on her face were piled together, and she looked particularly hideous, and before she could get up to hide, her arm was twisted by her.
Zhixian gasped in pain, and grabbed her forearm with his backhand, who knew that Qing'er people looked at the five big and three thick, it was not false at all, and he had a lot of stupid strength, but he couldn't restrain her.
If you can't beat it, you can't suffer a loss, there seem to be two little girls at the door of the room, Zhixian raised his eyes to look, Qing'er sneered: "Young lady, the door is full of slaves." ā
After she finished speaking, her short and thick hand probed into Zhixian's arm, and watched her black hand twist on the delicate and white flesh, the contrast between rough and soft black and white was obvious, which taught her a sense of revenge in her heart for no reason, and she was even more ruthless.
Seeing that Zhixian was still struggling with the strength of the soft cotton, Qing'er said again: "The young lady doesn't have to work hard, before the slave and maid got married, she specially learned kung fu with her fists and feet, and it is more than enough to deal with several women, not to mention a delicate lady like you." ā
She proudly pressed Zhixian's face on the table, twisted it viciously, and said, "Young lady, do you learn this rule, or don't you learn it?" ā
As soon as she finished speaking, a light cough sounded at the door, Qing'er immediately withdrew her hand like thunder, sorted out her sleeves, and stood to the side: "Young lady, what to say and what not to say, you should know." ā
"Young Master."
As soon as the greeting at the door fell, the door was pushed open.
As soon as Qu Shizhengfu entered the door, Zhixian, who was originally sitting on the stool, stood up and walked towards him.
She couldn't wait to walk to him, but the distance of two or three steps was a stumbling one, Qu Shizheng stretched out his hand and scooped the person into his arms, his eyebrows furrowed.
According to her temperament, when there are outsiders, she will never be so close.
Zhixian crouched on his broad chest and reached out to hug him tightly.
Although there was some smell of wine on his body, he still couldn't hide the faint clearness, surrounded by such a familiar and pleasant smell, Zhixian's whole person relaxed at once.
At this release, the pain in the arm all flared up, and they all came up in unison. The pain was so intense and uneven that her arms trembled unconsciously.
Qu Shizheng was so keen, he stretched out his hand and touched her arm, but Zhixian said that he would not let go of him, he was helpless, and only said: "Good, let go and show me, what's wrong?" ā
But I never thought to look down and saw tears in her beautiful eyes, but I stubbornly refused to let the tears roll down, and said, "It's Qing'er..."
Before the gossip was finished, Qing'er shouted with a threatening voice: "Young grandma! ā
Qu Shizheng's expression was awe-inspiring, and he glanced up at Qing'er, what kind of person he was, the sharpness and arrogance brought out from the bloody battlefield were naturally incomparable to ordinary people, and no one in the army was not afraid, let alone a woman like Qing'er who was in the deep house all the year round.
What's more, now that I see the tears of Zhixian, I can't control it, this is the wedding day, and the night has not passed, so it makes her cry! The chill in his eyes was a little more.
This glance actually made Qing'er tremble and plop down and fall directly to the ground.
He patted her back gently, as if coaxing a child, and his tone was extraordinarily gentle: "Zhixian, don't cry, let go and show me." ā
He picked her up and went to the bed, and just put the person down, but saw her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and her beautiful face was even more aggrieved.
Qu Shizheng hugged her down, reached out to touch it, lifted the quilt and saw that the bed was densely covered with peanuts and red dates, and there was a square white silk cloth on the red sheets, which was very eye-catching.
He raised his hand and lifted the sheet and swept all the things on it to the ground, Zhixian couldn't hold it anymore, so he sat down on the bed.
She changed into a Western-style dress, her two jade-like arms were naked, and her original extremely white complexion was lined with red, and she was elegant and generous, but it was convenient for Qing'er to start.
Now his arms are all blue and purple, just looking at it can tell how hard he is, and it is another worry in his eyes.
Qu Shizheng squatted and squeezed her hand: "Zhixian, I'll go get the medicine, you sit here and wait, I'll be back soon." ā
Zhixian took his hand, shook his head and said, "Yanzhi, I'm afraid, don't go." ā
Listening to a little crying in her soft voice, Qu Shizheng got up and looked at Qing'er, who was still kneeling on the ground, with a cold look in his eyes.
Just now, he scared Qing'er like this with just a light glance, not to mention that with such sharp eyes now, Qing'er kowtowed: "Slave damn it, slave and maid don't dare anymore!" ā
She was really kowtowing, and after a while, blood was seen on her forehead.
"Don't get dirty here, get on your knees outside the door."
Hearing the obvious disgust in his tone, Qing'er hurriedly stood up, but found that her legs were weak and she couldn't use it, and finally she was supported by the two girls at the door before kneeling outside the door.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the two girls didn't need to say anything, and spontaneously knelt down beside Qing'er one by one.