Zhiqiu brought the dance clothes in, Leng Qinglang finally won Murong Qi's favor, and he couldn't bear to refuse, so he went into the inner room to change his makeup, moved the lotus step lightly, and walked out like a willow in the wind, smiling shyly at Murong Qi, like a morning flower, very shy.

Zhiqiu sat down at Murong Qi's head, put Yaoqin on his lap, and wiped his fingers, and suddenly the sound of the piano sounded, like a pearl falling on a jade plate.

The main house is spacious, and the cold and clear lang raises his sleeves and twists his waist with the music, or graceful like aquatic plants, or flexible like pampas reeds, showing his charm to the fullest.

Murong Qi was not interested in these elegant things, but it was not as pleasant as the training in the playground. But he couldn't bear to push the beauty, with a slight smile on his lips, and occasionally his eyes would casually glance over Zhiqiu on the side.

Leng Qinglang danced a little absent-mindedly, occasionally peeking at it, only to see Zhiqiu's face intoxicated, with affection in his eyes, and his posture of stroking the piano also imitated a bit of his own charm, where is he still like a little girl with low eyebrows?

Where did she let herself perform in front of Murong Qi? It's clear that he took the opportunity to be in the limelight. Mother Zhao's eyes are vicious, and what she said is not wrong at all.

It is said that the neighbor is suspicious of stealing the axe, and when he has doubts in his heart, he sees that Zhiqiu's every move has become ulterior motives.

As she danced, she was cranky, lost her mind, made a mistake on her feet, stepped on her skirt, and staggered two steps forward. It may be that the range of action is a little larger, and I only hear the sound of "bang", which seems to be the sound of tears in clothes.

She was suddenly embarrassed, raised her hand to touch, and the back really saw the light, and the hole was a few inches long.

After I made this dress, I only wore it once or twice, and I was afraid that the waist was not firm or there were double stitches, how could it bloom well? And this panicked backhand, the body lost balance, twisted the ankle, and suddenly fell to the ground.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and Zhiqiu pushed Yaoqin away and stepped forward: "Miss, are you okay?" ”

Leng Qinglang's whole face burned red, looked at Murong Qi, and said embarrassedly: "Let the prince laugh, he lost his mind for a while, took the wrong step, and lost the dead." ”

Zhiqiu supported her and limped down on a chair beside her.

Murong Qi got up and stepped forward: "You are unwell today, it is this king's carelessness that makes you dance." But twisted your foot? ”

Leng Qinglang remembered Murong Qi's reaction when his foot was injured last time, and hurriedly curled up his legs: "It's okay, it's okay, the concubine has an ointment to invigorate blood and dispel blood stasis, just let Zhiqiu rub it for a while." ”

Murong Qi saw that she was disheveled, and she was a little embarrassed in front of herself, so she nodded and said, "Then don't move around, just rest." I'll go to Deputy General Yu, and ask Fushang Langzhong to come over and show you, don't hurt your muscles and bones. ”

Leng Qinglang was unwilling, and didn't want the fat to slip away like this. But the pain in his ankle was terrible, and his head was sweating, so he could only grit his teeth and respond: "That's fine." ”

Murong Qi told Zhiqiu a few words, turned around and walked out of the wisteria building.

Leng Qinglang suddenly bared his teeth and snorted uncomfortably. Zhiqiu helped her into the back room cautiously, and after a while, Langzhong came over and prescribed her two black plasters, as well as a bottle of medicinal wine for bruises, and asked Zhiqiu to follow him to get it.

Zhao's mother came in with a basin of water, wet the handkerchief, wrapped it in ice, and applied ice to Leng Qinglang.

Leng Qinglang held the changed dance clothes, carefully checked the place where the line was opened, was silent for a long time, and finally asked: "Mother Zhao, find a suitable family for Zhiqiu in the house." ”

Mother Zhao didn't raise her head, only squinted her eyes and glanced at the dance dress that had obviously been manipulated, and a smug sneer hung on the corner of her lips: "Madam has made up her mind?" ”

Leng Qinglang nodded: "To be honest, I don't want to do this unless I have to." Zhiqiu is a clever girl, even if she is ambitious, she understands the truth of prosperity. She wants to climb up, at least, I want to be favored in front of the prince and fight her cold.

So, she has been going out of her way to help me. I'm worried that if I marry her, she won't have that heart herself, and she will naturally not care about me. ”

"Madame, you are a person who understands and thinks thoroughly."

"But she's really not worrying lately, jumping up and down, doesn't my master exist?"

Mother Zhao replied in a low voice: "When the judgment continues to be chaotic, Mrs. should make up her mind." ”

"The family she found can't be too bad, and her appearance and family background must be much worse. Otherwise, if she holds a grudge against me, we will make enemies. ”

Mother Zhao washed the veil again, and lowered her eyelids: "Do you still bother to find it?" Isn't there one in front of you? ”

Leng Qinglang raised his face suspiciously: "Who?" ”

Mother Zhao smiled slightly: "Deputy General Yu." ”

Leng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, and then reacted instantly.

"Why didn't I think of it? Deputy General Yu has the weight of the king, and now it is time to need close care. If I accomplish this beautiful deed, I believe that the prince will be impressed with me. It's just that Deputy General Yu is also a court official, can he see Zhiqiu? Besides, at his age, he should have a wife at home. ”

"Zhiqiu is just a slave, and if she wants to be a serious lady, she is almost there. It depends on what the lady plans, whether to let Zhiqiu only be a concubine, or to elevate her identity. ”

Leng Qinglang's eyes flashed: "It's just a good way to pinch her, it depends on whether she knows how to lift." It would be better if she had come down happily, otherwise, I would have a way for her to marry. ”

Zhiqiu came back with the ointment from Lang Zhong, and along the way he was still immersed in the excitement of Shicai shining in front of Murong Qi, his steps were brisk, almost his feet were on the ground, and he was as light as a colorful butterfly.

When the curtain was lifted, her hand paused, because she heard the voice of Leng Qinglang talking to Zhao's mother inside. The figure flashed, hidden behind the curtain, holding his breath, and listening to all the conversations between the two in his ears.

Her hand clutched the vial tightly in her hand, she clenched her teeth, her chest heaving and annoyed.

Mother Zhao, an old beggar, knew that she was harming herself behind her back, and she actually ran to Miss to chew her tongue like this, ruining my happiness, I know that Qiu must be inseparable from you.

Silently withdrew, his heart was numb for a while, and he didn't figure out what to do for a long time.

Seeing Zhao's mother coming out with a basin of water, she pretended to go in as if nothing happened, and took the medicinal wine and rubbed it for Leng Qinglang.

Leng Qinglang half-squinted his eyes and stared at her for a long time before he spoke: "Originally, I wanted to share the worries of the prince and take care of the deputy general every day, but this is good, I am afraid that it will be difficult to even get out of bed." ”

Zhiqiu was originally thinking about things absentmindedly, but when she suddenly mentioned Deputy General Yu, her heart immediately tightened: "Lang Zhong said, if it's okay, you should be able to get out of bed and walk around after two days of rest." ”

"But if I don't go tomorrow, won't I make the prince think that I am just acting and acting for others? How, you say, is it good? ”

"Miss's mind is fine, the prince knows that you are injured."

"You're playing the piano better and better now."

Zhiqiu didn't understand why she suddenly changed the subject: "It's all taught well by Miss." ”

Leng Qinglang looked at her and said word by word: "Or, can you help me take care of Deputy General Yu?" He lies in bed every day and is very stuffy, and you play the piano for him. ”

Zhiqiu's strength in rubbing the wine was slightly greater: "Zhiqiu listens to Miss's orders." ”

Leng Qinglang smiled slightly: "In this way, I will be relieved." ”