- In the simplely furnished and neatly styled kitchen, Ma An's kitchen knife beats neatly, and a piece of pork belly is quickly cut into a row of thin slices, but it can still be stacked into the shape of a whole piece of meat. When he put the sliced meat separately, he danced the kitchen knife and slapped a few green peppers into a plate of petals, and the edge of the steamed bamboo tube on the big pot had begun to spray the fragrance of rice.

The rice in the tube was already six or seven times cooked, so Ma An took a thick cloth cover and put it on his hand, and carried the large bamboo tube to another pot on the stove. This pot is located at the back of the stove, the fire is weak, and it is usually used either to boil hot water for washing outside, or to steam rice, and today is no exception. He took off the anti-scald cloth cover on his hand, scooped the hot water from the front pot into an iron kettle and put it on the charcoal stove next to him, and Ma An began to stir-fry.

The dishes are cut and served with the plate first, and then the process of stir-frying is relatively simple.

Mo Ye sat on the small stool in front of the stove, working as a firemaker as usual, since she was a child, she didn't think it was a worthless thing, but found it quite interesting. She loves the process of cooking raw and cold ingredients into hot meals, and how wonderful it is to be able to satisfy the taste and bring people more vitality.

Immediately after, she remembered a fragment hidden in the depths of her memory, and she suddenly couldn't help but sigh.

Ma An, who had just finished cutting vegetables and side dishes, happened to look under the stove, and the sound of vegetable oil in the hot pot was in his ears, he couldn't hear Mo Ye's sigh, but he could clearly see the change in her love that suddenly fell.

Without hesitation, he immediately asked, "Did you think of something?" ”

"Nothing." Mo Ye replied casually. This is a habit that life in Kyoto has developed in her, and now she no longer says anything like she did when she was a child, and even closes her heart to familiar people.

However, sitting in front of the stove at this time, the gentle light of the fire in the stove was reflected, and the dry firewood was in her hand, and in the face of Ma An's gaze, she suddenly realized that this place was different from Kyoto. The person in front of her is one of the few people in the world who can make her open her heart. Only a slight hesitation. She spoke again, "I remembered the way Master looked when he was cooking." ”

"Uncle Ma, I originally thought that your cooking skills would be as bad as his, but I don't want you to hide it all the time." In order to avoid the topic falling into some kind of cold silence. She quickly took the phrase to another level.

"With my original craftsmanship, I am actually not as good as your master." Ma An smiled softly, "He can at least cook the raw rice into rice, and if I make a move, everyone can only eat the raw rice pot, which is still black." ”

The low depression in Mo Ye's heart quickly dissipated, and he was amused by Ma An's words, and said with a smile: "Uncle Ma, you are lifting him up again." My master is cooking rice as porridge, and you are the one who replaces. Put more water in the rice, and it will not be cooked? This kind of cooking skills can be done by five-year-old children! ”

"You're right, but by what he's done. Even if I can beat him in cooking, I'm still willing to deliberately promote him in this matter. Ma An sighed, and when he saw that the oil was warm, he put the chopped garlic foam into the fried fragrant. The sound in the pot was even louder than just now, and then, Ma An's voice mixed with the noise came again: "My cooking skills have also been practiced in the last three years. Three years ago, when your little aunt was pregnant with her first child, she was very happy. I couldn't help her with anything I could do, so I thought about learning this. Now that I talk about it, I can't help but feel a little proud, it turns out that I still have this talent, I have never thought of doing it before, but I have never found out. ”

There are still such twists and turns in learning about this. Mo Ye suddenly had a thought in his heart, and quipped: "So, has Uncle Ma ever planned to open a restaurant?" With this craft, business prosperity is not a problem! ”

"Even if I did. She, she will definitely charter the venue every day, so let's have less tossing. Ma An smiled, and saw that the garlic was almost fried, so he picked up the evenly cut pork belly slices and poured them into the pot, held the spatula and turned it slightly, and then said: "My cooking skills are actually good at recognizing people, except for her, I have this patience, and everyone else will forget it." ”

His faint words made Mo Ye feel a thick feeling.

What kind of love can make a man who is five big and three thick willing to be with pots and pans all day long, and enjoy it? This kind of feeling, self-evident, moved the onlookers.

And looking at the man who took care of himself and grew up, just like his own uncle, to have such a worthy home in his first year, Mo Ye sincerely blessed him.

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Ma An skillfully grasped the ripening process of the ingredients and the amount of salt and wine sauce, while Mo Ye skillfully grasped the heat under the stove, which can indeed save a lot of trouble. After the three vegetarian dishes and four meat dishes were fried and put into the bamboo cage in the other corner of the kitchen, seeing that there was still a surplus of time for steaming rice, Ma An agreed to Mo Ye's request, and she was the chef of the last soup.

"You can't cut along this line, you have to cut it longitudinally, cut the tendons, and the taste can be delicate; Prepared with soybean flour, add a little salt and cooking wine, it can remove the fishy and tender taste; When the water is boiled, pour it down, and the water can only move the spatula when the water is boiled, so that the soybean flour covering the noodles is not easy to spread out in the soup......"

Ma An changed the position of Mo Ye to burn the fire, but he was not careless in the slightest about guiding Mo Ye.

Under his guidance, Mo Ye finally cut the pork liver, cooked it into soup, covered the pot, and waited for the soup to boil again before starting the pot.

Ma An, who had been standing on the fire, also sat back on the stool, and while slowly adding soft wood to the stove, he said warmly: "Pork offal has a strong smell and is usually the last dish to be cooked. However, this thing is especially nourishing qi and blood, if you are not afraid of this body, it is good to eat some often, your face does not look good. ”

Mo Ye was stunned.

She knew that she didn't have any problems with her physique, and after five years of medicinal recuperation, she had become extremely strong. As for the complexion problem, it is more or less caused by tossing in Kyoto for half a month, and it is easy to recover quickly. She had followed Ye Zhengming to briefly become contaminated with medical science, and the world of medical science is not divided into men and women, of course, she also knows that qi and blood deficiency is a common deficiency disease among women, but after her self-observation, she has already determined that this symptom has nothing to do with her.

However, it was impossible for her to explain so much to Maan.

After less than a day of getting along, Mo Ye vaguely realized that there were some things that even Ma An seemed to have been concealed. In the three years they have been apart, Ma An has lived a very peaceful life, and Mo Ye does not want to worry about something that has not yet been decided. to disturb his life.

So she just smiled and nodded at Ma An's Jianyì and said, "Uncle Ma, I remember what you said." ”

"Hmm...... Why did you suddenly become well-behaved and make fun of your uncle when you no longer had the chance? Ma An raised his head to look at Mo Ye who was standing by the stove. His eyes became extremely serious, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said again: "Although your master is not good at cooking, he knows many people, and you have been in Kyoto for three years, and he didn't ask anyone to teach you how to cook?" A girl can't cook, how could he be negligent about this? ”

When Mo Ye heard this, he felt a thrill in his heart.

Rotten...... Sure enough......

Once a lie has a beginning, it needs to be filled with countless lies.

However, Ma An will suddenly have such a question. It is more accurate to show that in the past three years, he has been kept very secret, and he does not know anything about Kyoto. And think about it from another angle, who can do this without leakage? Undoubtedly, it is still Master's intention!

And this thing. Perhaps it can be proved once again that Master is still alive, and his control power has never disappeared!

Mo Ye's mood quickly adjusted after a short period of depression, she smiled at Ma An and said, "Master is very busy, Uncle Ma, you don't know." ”

The tone in which she said this. It's like saying something that's all too normal.

If the lie is to be exposed one day, it shouldn't happen now, at least until Uncle Ma's second child is born safely!

After only a moment's pause, she added, "And don't you think, he's always been like this, granted to me." Women are not accustomed to learning. ”

"That's just as well." Ma An nodded thoughtfully.

Mo Ye scratched the back of his head, as if he remembered something, looked at Ma An and said: "Maybe I really don't have much talent in this kind of thing, I used to help my aunt burn the fire for several years, but I learned how to burn the fire under the stove." I haven't saved any experience on the stove, I'm ashamed! Master, maybe he saw through me a long time ago, so he didn't pay much attention to me. ”

Ma An patted his forehead lightly, as if he thought of something very interesting, suddenly laughed, squinted and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, it's just a trivial matter, in the future, if you marry a capable person like Uncle Ma, I don't want to starve you, hahaha!" ”

Mo Ye couldn't help but be stunned again.

This topic is changing too fast, isn't it?!

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After the few cleaners finished their work, they also dragged the corpse transporter disguised as a garbage truck to leave, and a figure suddenly appeared at the other end of the alley behind them.

This person is a little short and relatively thin, at first glance, he looks like a woman, but from the front, it is clear that he is a man.

The man was about twenty-five or six years of age, and he walked with a light movement, and seemed to have some knowledge of kung fu, but his face looked a little unhealthily pale, as if he had suffered from a serious illness not long ago.

This person, like Wu Shu, is also in four groups. To be precise, this person was originally a member of the four groups of expatriates, but since he was recalled to Beijing a few months ago due to illness to recuperate, and it is likely that he will remain in the four groups of troops stationed in Beijing after that, he may also become a subordinate of Wu Shu in the near future.

However, he had just been watching Wu Shu deal with those masked killers just now, until Cheng Xu jumped out to help, and he had no intention of showing up.

A few months ago, he had been active in Beiyan, and in the months after returning to Beijing, he had stayed in the Commander's Mansion as a swordsman for the Commander, and rarely met with Wu Shu, who was accustomed to working day and night. It's just a few rare meetings in a few months, which is not enough for Wu Shu to be familiar with this person's martial arts path, and similarly, this person can't be much familiar with Wu Shu's martial arts path.

So in the last few months, he has been seizing the time, looking for opportunities, and observing Wu Shu's moves.

But it's easy to plan, but it's very hard to do.

Because Wu Shu's shots are very rare, as for his martial arts of flying eaves and walking on walls, this person who is following him has already mastered it, and there is no need to study it again.

However, the hard work paid off, and just now, he still let him see the true details of Wu Shu's shot.

The time and place are all in control, and the angle from which he hid at the end of the alley, he saw a strand of silver in Wu Shu's sleeve thrown out like a snake, and he could no longer describe the speed in words, and the masked man standing opposite him swung the knife into the air out of control and flew out two steps away.

If it weren't for the right angle he was standing, he might have been like the masked man who threw his knife. I felt that the knife in my hand was "pried away" because I had encountered the power of a ghost.

But providence had finally allowed him to see it at the moment before tonight's action, and it was not too late for him to see that it was not the power of nothingness, but that power came from a machine spring hidden in the narrow sleeve of Wu Shu. He finally had a moment to think about how to crack it.

The next moment after the knife flew out, the masked man who had lost the knife was tied into a straight tube like a cocoon of a silkworm by the strand of silver. The look of disbelief in the man's eyes gradually turned to panic, and he did not hesitate any longer, his cheeks tensed as if he had chewed something in his mouth, and then dark blood flowed from his mouth and nose.

In Rong Shu's view, the placement of the fangs is no longer a legend, but the silver thread hidden in Wu Shu's sleeve is a legend.

It seems the same as Cheng Xu's side, among the two masked killers that Wu Shu faced on this side, the second person watched the process of the first person being strangely bound and then committing suicide. Immediately realized something. He began to swing his knife and slash into the open space in front of him, but although his knife was lucky enough to cut the silver wire, it failed to cut it, but was bounced open by the tenacity of the silver wire by several inches.

How things will change after that doesn't seem to be in suspense. This kind of thing, Rong Shu has seen many times in other environments and other killers.

Rong Shu is now thinking about what kind of substance is that bundle of silver filaments? As a member of the fourth group, he is also an old man with some qualifications. Although he was active in Beiyan in the early years, and he didn't know enough about the affairs of the four groups stationed in Beijing, he still knew some big secrets.

He was suspicious of the thing in Wu Shu's hand. It is the artifact that was rumored to fall from the sky more than ten years ago.

It is said that this thing can be stretched and retracted, and with this thing, even hundreds of feet high city walls can be climbed. In addition, the long-distance throwing power of this thing is also quite terrifying, even if it is tens of meters away, it is not difficult to take a person's life with a penetrating wound.

This thing is very small in size. It's even a little smaller than a water chestnut concealer. This thing is boxy, with four openings in four directions, each with its own capabilities.

It is rumored that there is only one thing in the world, and that the only one has been permanently damaged by overuse, that is. The power of this artifact is also limited and depleted.

But the four core members of the group all know that there are actually two of them.

One of them had indeed lost its usefulness, and was now in the dark room of the Lord's Palace, where it had been opened as a specimen, waiting to be copied by the Master Forger.

As for the whereabouts of the other small box, the theory is somewhat vague, and the most reliable theory is that it may be in the hands of two people, one is the emperor and the other is the ruler. But no matter which of the two is the most accurate, it won't be in Wu Shu's hands, right?

But on second thought, it's not impossible.

The emperor lived in the palace, originally lived in a simple house, there were many city towers outside, thousands of forest guards walking and patrolling inside, and there were several big internal masters around him who did not leave for a moment, whether there was that box, for his safety, it seemed to be nothing. When today's son fought from the northern Xinjiang, his martial arts were not weak.

As for the commander, although he is in the officialdom, whether it is the height of the temple or the distance of the rivers and lakes, he has already given him the title of Martial God. He reached the pinnacle of martial arts with his natural physique, and if he had faced those two masked killers just now, it could be said that he could smash a few iron knives with his bare hands without the gloves with that special black texture.

Whether he wants the box or not, for his personal safety, the importance of the matter is even more insignificant.

But even if this method of exclusion is used, no strong evidence can be obtained that this box is necessary to be obtained by Wu Shu.

Didn't Wang Chi always want to find out the secrets of the Beiyan military? This thing should be handed over to the four groups of groups stationed in Beiyan in order to play the greatest role.

But it has remained in Kyoto...... This may indicate that there is a matter or person in Beijing who, in Wang Chi's opinion, is more important than the military secrets of the Northern Wild Goose, and needs to borrow the special power of this thing to take care of it.

So what is this thing or person?

This thing or person seems to come from the huge mansion with the "Song House" plaque. From the perspective of Rongshu, the architectural structure of this house exceeds the needs of the private houses, and is close to the establishment of the Commander's Mansion, and if you look at its internal framework, as long as the personnel are properly arranged, this house already has self-guarding fortifications.

Leaving the alleyway, Rongshu stepped into a more prosperous street market, where he was accustomed to thinking in a noisy environment.

And when he just thought about the Song Mansion, a place where the outside is a private house and the inside is very mysterious. He suddenly smelled a strange smell, and suddenly saw a little beggar in ragged clothes suddenly approaching in front of him.

It's not that the person in front of him is dirty and smelly, it's just that because he has been doing spy affairs for so many years, Rongshu has long had a vigilant and conscious sense of not approaching anyone. Even if it was a native of his country standing in front of him, a hard-working child who was clearly preparing to beg. Rong Shu stopped in time before he was about to wipe the edge of his clothes with the child, and while taking a step back, he had already examined the eyes and limbs of the little beggar in front of him as quickly as possible, and it was not difficult to find that this was a beggar who came with something.

It's not very common.

When he met Rong Shu's gaze, the little beggar's eyes shrank obviously, but the hunger in his belly reminded him that if he obediently did what the person who had taken him away just now, not only would he not have to eat the rancid bread tonight, but he would probably be able to eat a fragrant meal of braised pork noodles.

It's not that hard anyway. It's easier to get started than stealing a fat knife from the meat stall in the East Market B13 shop!

After swallowing a mouthful of saliva, the little beggar took out a broken bowl hidden under the tattered sleeve and stretched it out to the place where Rongshu's line of sight could see the bottom of the bowl vertically. Although he had plucked himself up in his heart, his outstretched hand was still a little trembling. While stretching out the broken bowl in his hand, he also said cowardly in the same slightly trembling voice: "Your lord." You can do well, reward a penny, the little one has not gained anything for two days, and he is almost too hungry to stand up. ”

Rong Shu wanted to throw a penny out casually, a penny was really nothing to him, not to mention that he was still a child in front of him who was easy to attract pity. However, when his gaze fell on the bottom of the bowl. Seeing a few distorted strokes, like words and symbols, his face suddenly changed for a moment, and then he said in a cold voice: "I listen to you quite neatly, not like you are so hungry that you can't stand up, I am most tired of beggars who can deceive people in my life." Get out! ”

As soon as the word "roll" came out, he seemed to wave his hand at random with anxiety, but accurately threw the broken bowl in the little beggar's hand to the ground.

The little beggar's bowl was also an inferior porcelain bowl that others didn't want, and it was thrown over on the street paved with hard bluestone slabs, and it was suddenly shattered. Due to the force of the impact is tough enough. Even the coarse porcelain bowl made a relatively crisp sound, causing a few close passers-by in the lively street market to turn back frequently.

The little beggar watched as the guy he was eating was shattered, and the shadow of the sliced meat in his mind was shattered almost at the same time, and a sour feeling suddenly welled up in his heart, turning into two lines of tears bursting out of his eyes, and two white lines dripping on his dirty face. He sat on the ground and cried.

At the entrance of the shops that were closer, there were already a few people pointing and counting in this direction, and they seemed to be talking in a low voice.

Without having to listen closely, Rongshu could also guess what those people were talking about.

This little beggar didn't know that many years ago, the Rongshu he just called "noble master" was also a cheap life. At that time, he was begging in the streets at a weaker age than this little beggar, and the white eyes and spits of the hardships he had endured were piled up, and he had walked far more than one city under his feet. So although he lived a life where he had meat to eat, he couldn't grow in size anymore, and his physique only stayed in the position of a teenager.

Cheng Xu, who has had such an experience, of course deeply remembers that even at the top of the troubled times more than ten years ago, although passers-by were tired of beggars, they were not so annoyed that Cheng Dù threw bowls. This seems to be a latent norm that is naturally formed by a social mentality. But it is such a rootless rule, just like a farmer cherishes seeds, and a merchant cherishes silver, so that people naturally abide by it.

However, at this time, Cheng Xu silently firmly believed in his heart that he had to smash this little beggar's job.

Because of the strange words written at the bottom of his bowl, if he left the bowl, his life might not be saved. Or tonight when he begged for half a bowl of cold porridge to be eaten in this broken bowl, or when he returned to his shack and waited for the man who had instructed him to do so, his life would be gone.

He still has some patience for this little beggar, maybe he has escaped this mixed fortune today, and will have a better chance in the future.

As he threw up his sleeves and left there, he couldn't help but say one more thing: "Go and find the man who taught you how to beg!" ”

After this sentence, the little beggar suddenly remembered that if he couldn't get it here, he could go back to the person who ordered him to do it. Although that person may be more ferocious. But it may at least not be as mean and stingy as the person in front of him.

Wiping his tear-filled eyes, the little beggar found that the wicked man who had just dropped his job had disappeared like a ghost among the pedestrians. Thinking back to the short and thin figure of the wicked man, the little beggar snorted hatefully, and muttered in his heart: Look at that guy is a stingy guy!

Stand up slowly. The little beggar looked at the broken bowl that was broken into slag, and felt a little reluctant in his heart, but he had no ability to do anything to remedy it, so he could only leave with his mouth flat.

On the way back, full of reluctance but full of strength, the little beggar hoped that the man who had taught him to do this had not left, and that he would have time to rush back and successfully ask the man for something.

At this time, of course, he didn't have any extra thoughts, nor did he have enough vigilance to feel that the wicked man did not go far, and he didn't know when he came back and followed him all the time. Come to a corner of an alley.

In the densely populated areas of Kyoto, there are many narrow alleys like this formed by the proximity of the two courtyards, but the little beggar is confident that he is coming back from the wrong location, and he is familiar with every street corner of this place...... No, he could even pat his chest and say. He knew these corners better than the patrolling soldiers who walked through the streets. The swaggering soldiers used to walk only on the streets, and like him, they often used the corners of the walls to shelter from the wind as a place to rest at night.

But when he returned here, he was extremely sad to find that he seemed to be back a step too late.

The man was long gone, and where he had stood, there was not a single silver bounty left as he had expected.

Maybe that person just went out with him. Then he saw the scene of the wicked man smashing the bowl, and he thought that he had not done what he was told, which had angered the wicked man, so he was also annoyed, and left without a reward.

Thinking about this scene in his heart, the more the little beggar thought about it, the more sad he became. After a few loud "hey" calls into the empty alley, the response was only a faint and short echo, and it was not long before the last glimmer of hope in his heart was extinguished, and he finally began to cry again.

Rong Shu followed the little beggar all the way to here, and at this time he was standing outside a wall. Instead of seeing the person he wanted to see in this place, he lowered his eyes and pondered.

He could make out the strange words at the bottom of the bowl, and he knew what those characters meant, but it was this that puzzled him.

Why should the plan be cancelled at short notice?

When he was only six hours away from the planned action, he suddenly received an order to cancel the plan, which had to make him doubt the authenticity of the order. So he followed the little beggar here, just to meet the person in person, and he had to ask this person face to face to dispel his concerns.

But this hair probably predicted that he would do it in advance, so he didn't give him this chance.

Just as Rong Shu hesitated and waited for a moment, and was about to leave, he suddenly heard the little beggar crying loudly and suddenly scolded loudly: "Even beggars are deceived, you wicked person, sooner or later you will be punished!" ”

Hearing the word "retribution", Rongshu smiled silently.

He lived a tortuous life for twenty-six years, often in a situation where he worked too much and got less, and the last thing he believed in was a providence.

He has reason to believe that only when people are weak or desperate will they pious their wishes on the will of God, but the wishes of the weak and desperate are often as illusory as the will of heaven, and it is difficult to achieve reality. However, no matter what people ask of God, Providence never seems to respond, so people often think that Providence has acquiesced and has an expectation in their hearts rather than no hope at all.

But Rongshu has worked hard for many years, and he will only be more determined to believe that whether it is life or survival, the most reliable is still in his own hands. Whether it's creating wealth for yourself or giving to others, it always feels deeper to do it yourself.

At the moment before leaving this place, Rong Shu finally left a trace of pity for the little beggar, took out a small coin string made of ten copper coins from the money bag, raised his hand and threw it high.

The string of money flies very high, so when it falls from the air and falls right in the middle of the alley, it is difficult for the people in the alley to tell which direction it was thrown from.

The little beggar picked up the string of money that fell at his feet with a crisp sound, and his tear-misty eyes couldn't help but freeze, and he thought that he was crying badly, and a phantom appeared in front of him. And when he wiped away his tears and identified the string of money again, a happy smile suddenly bloomed on his tear-stained face. said in a strange voice with a slight cry: "Ha, it turns out that God will really drop money, and the matter of pie falling from the sky is not unsaved." ”

Just as he was about to pray for Providence to smash him with this kind of money a few more times, he heard a voice coming from an unknown direction: "In the future, you will do something like today." I'll kill you. ”

This cold and phantom voice was handed by Rong Shu with a trace of internal strength, and it was directly delivered into the ear hole of the little beggar without leakage, stabbing his heart and his body trembling.

When the fear that seemed to sprout and spread from his heart gradually faded, the little beggar suddenly screamed, tightened the string of money in his hand, and ran out of the alley as if he had been bitten by a vicious dog.

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Half an hour ago, the masked woman who had escaped from another dark alleyway had changed herself into a girl selling eggs in her clothes. Carrying a bamboo basket also covered with a piece of floral cloth on a blue background, he only walked all the way, and none of the eggs were sold.

She didn't come out to buy eggs.

She soon came to the gate of a small house, and only glanced at the two janitorial servants who were guarding the door, who immediately recognized her. He immediately bowed slightly, spread his right hand flat, and made a "please" meaning.

She strode in without hesitation.

In the main hall of the main house of the small house sat a woman of about thirty years of age, whose black hair was meticulously combed and tightly arranged at the back of her head, which proved that she was married. But her face is still beautiful, her pupils are black and white, and there is not a trace of wrinkles at the corners of her eyes. The skin on her face is as delicate as a girl, and it looks even more vivid against the delicate makeup.

But her spirit was obviously a little tense at the moment, so she sat very upright. There were four maids standing beside her, but she did not call one of them to pinch her shoulders and beat her legs. Even the misty spring tip in her hand only took a sip when it was handed by the servant just now. Since then, she has been holding it in her hands.

Her sleek nails were delicately smeared with brightly colored flower oil, which was supposed to add a little brightness to her hands, but at this moment, these pair of ten fingers seemed to be able to cut the white porcelain tea cup out of blood.

Looking at the young girl who knelt in front of her feet and wrapped a piece of floral cloth with a blue background around her head, and listened patiently to her finish the matter, a wave of anger rose in the eyes of the noble lady, who was accustomed to showing suppleness.

The lady suddenly slapped the teacup in her hand on the table beside her. Regardless of Sven's identity, he slapped the tea in the cup more than half a foot high, and a few drops even splashed on the fair and delicate skin of one side of her cheek. The four maids standing behind them were all shocked, as if the tea was forcibly held on their hearts by their own masters.

After a while, the four of them were frightened, and one of them was the first to come back to his senses, and noticed that the table was full of water stains, and some drops had been splashed on the master's face, and the maid said softly: "Master, the slave and maid serve you to clean your face." As she spoke, she removed the gentle silk handkerchief from her waist that had been steamed with flowers and spices, and raised her fingers to wipe the little water stains from the noblewoman's face.

Unexpectedly, her hand holding the silk handkerchief was only halfway stretched out, and she was swept back by a noble lady's backhand.

"Stay on the side!" She was finally able to hold some self-cultivation foundations, and she didn't say the rolling word directly. After a slight pause, she immediately snorted: "You guys, all go and stay aside!" ”

"Yes..."

The four maids standing behind the noble lady looked at them with expressions of worry for their masters, but who knew what they actually thought, and they were afraid to avoid them.

The sound in the house was loud enough that the two guards standing at the door could of course hear it, and they immediately retreated away on their own and went to the front yard to wait. The people inside and outside the house were scattered, except for the noble lady and the woman with the cloth on her head.

The noble lady sat on the chair, and because of her anger, her breath was already confused, and her chest could not stop rising and falling, and it seemed that she could not sit still.

The woman kneeling at her feet lowered her head, and when she went out today, she caused a lot of trouble, not only delaying the time to come back for nearly an hour, but also making the master wait for so long in this humble courtyard, and almost exposing Xingzang! She had no intention of getting up until she received the pardon.

After gasping for a while in silence and annoyance, the noble lady calmed down some of the flames burning in her heart a little, looked at the woman kneeling at her feet, and said with a lingering trace of hatred in her voice: "I didn't expect that there would be such a day when you would change the words of this palace without the permission of this palace." Qingxia, you have disappointed this palace too much! Do you know that by doing this, this has made Hongu's heart ache more than anger. ”