Leng Qinghuan was really furious, scolding, kicking and beating, and not choosing what to say.

Murong Qi was kicked all over his body and had to let go of his hand.

Leng Qinghuan gasped for breath, feeling hysterical, like a crazy woman.

Murong Qi glared at her fiercely, his forehead was bruised, and he grinded his teeth: "It's okay if you don't admit it, don't let me find evidence, otherwise you will definitely be crushed to ashes." ”

Putting down the cruel words, he turned around and went out the door, brushing his sleeves away.

Neurotic bar!

Leng Qinghuan pinched his waist, so angry that he almost rose to the sky, kicked over the chair next to him, and was still angry.

This man's head is full of! She doesn't hurt me to burn high incense, can I hurt her? Besides, Jin Er is someone else's cousin, is it possible for me to be able to go along with Jin Er?

Xiao Er hid in the distance, cowering and watching the two argue, and then, the eldest lady of her own family dared to punch and kick the dignified God of War Qi Wang Ye and scold. He shrank directly into the counter, not daring to show his face, lest he be killed again if he was not careful.

It wasn't until Murong Qi slammed the door that he cautiously accompanied the smiling face and approached Leng Qinghuan.

Leng Qinghuan drank three bowls of herbal tea in a row before he could barely put away his anger and questioned him about the situation in the teahouse.

Only then did he know that this Jin Er was afraid of Jin Shangshu's control, and he didn't stay overnight in Fireworks Willow Lane, so he moved the place of fun into his own teahouse, and often brought a group of fox friends and dog friends to gather to make a fool of himself, and drove the tea guests in the teahouse clean, closed the door of the teahouse, and called a few sisters from the Qinglou next to him to accompany him.

It is precisely because of this that the business of the teahouse has plummeted, and it is already unable to make ends meet. The Jin family also had no way to take his nephew, so he simply gave the teahouse to Leng Qinghuan as a dowry.

A few days ago, the Jin family came to check the accounts, and happened to meet Jin Er here, the two didn't know what to say, and when the Jin family left, he explained to the shopkeeper, and in the future, Jin Er was the owner of this teahouse, and he could do things according to his instructions in the future.

For Leng Qinghuan, they were sure that she would be swept away by the palace, and the dowry would be taken back by her mother's family, and the government would not be able to cut off this business.

Leng Qinghuan is a big one, and many things are still too simple to think about. If you really leave the Qiwang Mansion and want to live a stable life with Doudou, it doesn't seem easy. If the Jin family wants to take back the property of these shops under his own name, it is also easy.

She just wanted to cry without tears, since the crossing, bad things have happened one after another, and she has no time to worry about at all.

The tea shop continues to operate, and according to the status quo, it is losing money every day. It is easier said than done. If you want to change your business, you need start-up capital, and there is a risk that it will change hands at any time in the future. It is difficult to really advance and retreat.

Now, there are two ways out.

First, while the Kim family had not yet embezzled all of his own shops and land, he sold them for cash as soon as possible, and secretly purchased other land.

The second way, find a thick and strong thigh, hold it firmly, even if you are down, you can rely on it in the future, so as not to be stepped on under your feet.

This Murong Qi, who lifted his pants and turned his face and didn't recognize people, must not be able to count on it, whose golden leg is missing a pendant?

When Murong Qi returned to the palace, his mood was not much better, he was upset, he wanted to scold people, no, he just wanted to kill people.

He came out of the Earl's Court, looked at the empty gate, and remembered that the woman did not seem to have a carriage, so she led the horse and went nowhere else, and hesitated for a moment at the gate.

Although this woman is hateful, today can barely be regarded as helping herself once. The chief male guests are all sitting in the powerful of the dynasty, Leng Qinghuan saved them today and helped them save face, which is equivalent to helping himself win connections.

This is a personal favor, so I reluctantly embarrass it and wait for her for a while.

Across the street from the Earl's Court is a shop dedicated to the Four Treasures of the Scholar's Room, which is full of goods and bookcases carried by scholars.

He suddenly remembered that the bamboo food box that Leng Qing Huan was carrying, as well as the surprised eyes of the onlookers, was simply too embarrassing for the people of his Qiwang Mansion. The dignified princess didn't even have a decent medicine box, and used a very cheap food box to hold medicine.

Thinking of this, he tied his horse, entered the store, and fell in love with this simple and generous log bookcase at a glance, and there was a hidden compartment for storage, which was light in his hand.

Those with better materials, such as decent rosewood, and bookcases made of rosewood are precious, but they are heavy and very difficult to carry. Her little wrist was so slender that it seemed to be able to break with a slight bend, how could she have any strength.

But soon he realized that he was wrong, this woman was not only strong, but also very strong.

When he went out with a bookcase, he saw Leng Qinghuan's slender back carrying a food box, which had already disappeared into the corner of the street.

He hesitated slightly, then followed, and saw that she was looking around and inquiring, and entered a tea house, not on a whim, and went in to eat tea.

He was full of suspicions, even doubts, who was she going to meet and who she was trysting with? He also entered the teahouse curiously, and then saw that this weak-looking woman picked up a chair and smashed the head of the man who came forward to tease her to the point of bleeding.

The posture is simple and rough, the start is fast and accurate, and at first glance it is a practitioner who is used to fighting.

He paused at his feet, and hid in the doorway to watch the bustle.

Then, Jin Er and the others spoke disrespectfully, she punched and kicked, like a mighty little tiger.

Because he was far away, he didn't know why Jin Er and the others had an argument with Leng Qinghuan, just looking at those people looking at Leng Qinghuan's sticky eyes, he was very angry, and he was impulsive, and stepped forward to stand up for her.

It is easy for him to clean up a few children of a family who are not learned and unskilled, and he only needs the name of his Qi prince to make these people fearful. So, where did these people come from to dare to be disrespectful to Princess Qi?

He didn't believe Leng Qinghuan's words.

The moment the door opened, the vague aroma rushed through his nose, the sweet and greasy taste, which he was once familiar with, and he had always been haunted by it.

He saw Leng Qinghuan's face changing color instantly. A woman in the boudoir can actually know Hehuan San? Even if she is a doctor and well-informed, how can she know about this kind of tiger and wolf medicine in Flower Street and Willow Lane?

Leng Qinghuan's reaction made him have a bad guess.

He glared at her coldly, wanting to question and ask for verification, but it was difficult to speak, and in the end he just threw down a word of warning and returned to the palace angrily.

How can I think that Leng Qinghuan is a pitiful woman? The victim is obviously Leng Qinglang, who was almost ruined by her for the rest of her life.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he owed Leng Qinglang in his heart.

At this time, there was a dingdong outside the door of the study, and he asked the guard at the door coldly: "Can the prince rest?" ”

Looking at the sky outside, it was not early, Murong Qi said in a deep voice: "Come in!" ”

The door of the study was pushed open, Leng Qinglang was dressed in white, her long hair hung down her waist, and she walked in with a food box, and a floral fragrance instantly rendered the ink fragrance of the study.

"I heard that the prince has returned home, don't worry, come and see, how are you doing?"

Murong Qi nodded: "It's no longer in the way." ”

"The concubine cooked a few side dishes, made you a soup, and had a drink with the prince."

Murong Qi collected his troubled thoughts and stood up: "Your injury is just right, even if you order your subordinates to do these things, you don't need to work personally." ”

Leng Qinglang stepped forward to pick up the messy rice paper on the desk, and after a pause, tilted his head to take a closer look. Then he looked up and smiled at him: "Does the prince like wisteria flowers very much?" ”

On the rice paper, splashing ink, wisteria is hazy, and strings of wisteria flowers like wind chimes hang down from the shelves. The originally delicate and elegant flowers and plants, because of his bold brushstrokes, have also become atmospheric and uninhibited.

Murong Qi stared at her eyebrows with burning eyes: "Don't you like it?" ”

Leng Qinglang casually put it aside, and took out a few small dishes and wine jugs from the food box: "As long as the prince likes it, Qinglang likes it too." ”

Murong Qi's eyes darkened little by little, grabbed her hand, and rested it on his palm: "But I seem to have heard perfunctory." ”

Leaning towards him, he leaned over to him: "The prince loves wisteria flowers, and let the concubine live in the wisteria building, obviously you are very fond of me, and it is too late for the concubine to rejoice." ”

"Then do you know why this king wants you to live in Wisteria Cottage?"