Seeing Ling Xiu'er come back, Su immediately asked her to sit, and without waiting for Ling Xiu'er to speak, she took the lead and said: "Xiu'er, I think Fan Si did the right thing, Zhang Mansion should be and stand, and good things can't be taken by her alone." That Mrs. Zhang is a powerful master at first glance. ”

Ling Xiu'er looked at Fan Meihua after listening, and Fan Meihua hurriedly explained, "Sister Xiu'er, this is not what I said. Sister Su was unhappy to tell me a joke when she saw me coming back, and I was tricked by her unconsciously. ”

Looking at Fan Meihua's innocent appearance, Ling Xiu'er felt that it couldn't be fake, so she didn't blame her for shaking her head and asked, "What about Brother Fan?" ”

"I'll send him back to where is the shopkeeper Mao, I'm worried that when you come back, Fan Si will fight with you."

It was Su Shi who spoke, she shook the silk fan, and her thin face had a unique style.

Ling Xiu'er didn't refute, she walked to the bed and fell on it with a big stab, and the feeling of exhaustion instantly filled her body, and she didn't want to say another word when she was tired.

Su Shi said again: "Meihua, you are also stumped by this, three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged men are all over the street, looking for someone who loves you is much better than Zhang Zewang bastard." ”

Su Shi is quick to talk, which is very in line with her spicy and charming temperament.

Ling Xiu'er buried her head and dragged a Su clan, "Sister Su, don't fan the flames here, Meihua has its own plans, right?" ”

Ling Xiu'er got up from the bed as she spoke, and the next few heard it very clearly.

Fan Meihua smiled stiffly and said to Ling Xiu'er: "Sister Xiu'er, I have something I want to discuss with you, can you take a step to speak." ”

Ling Xiu'er understood and followed Fan Meihua to a corner of the courtyard.

Fan Meihua got straight to the point: "Sister Xiu'er, now that my brother has made a big fuss in the Zhang family, I can't stay here." But I really didn't want to go home. If this news goes back to the village, people will wait to see my jokes. ”

"That's right." Ling Xiu'er naturally knew the mouths of those eight women.

"So Sister Xiu'er, can you take me in for a while, and when the turmoil in this matter subsides, I will go back again, so that I can listen to some discussions."

"Yes, you can, but I'm worried that you will go to Zhang Ze ...... like before."

"I swear, I'm definitely far away from Zhang's mansion." Fan Meihua said firmly, but Ling Xiu'er still couldn't make up her mind, she didn't want to be beaten by Fan Siyi again, she had already suffered enough today.

Fan Meihua saw that Ling Xiu'er was a little hesitant, but did not let go, and the tears in her eyes were about to fall: "I can listen to you do some chores by your side, you should take a small handyman, pity me, okay?" ”

Ling Xiu'er was soft-hearted, and she couldn't stand her pleading to put down her body, she bit her lower lip lightly, and hesitated to agree: "Okay, then you can stay by my side for a while." ”

Fan Meihua burst into tears and smiled: "Thank you, Sister Xiu'er, I'll go wash your and Sister Su's clothes now!" ”

"No, no, no." Ling Xiu'er hurriedly stopped Fan Meihua, took out most of the broken silver from the money bag and handed it to her, "You hire a fast car for this money, and let Brother Fan leave the capital quickly, I'm worried that I will intercept it for the people of Zhang's Mansion if I leave late." ”

Fan Meihua should go down and go out to find Fan Si with two silver taels.

But when she went out of the door, there was a trace of resentment in her eyes. She held the silver firmly in her hand, as if she was holding Ling Xiu'er's life in her hand.

"Ling Xiu'er, I don't need you to be pitiful Fan Meihua, sooner or later I will trample you under my feet!"

The silver was held by Fan Meihua with a "click", and she did not go to the Maojia dyeing workshop, but walked in another direction.

"Drive! Drive! ”

A black horse galloped through the forest path, and the whip in Zhang Zeju's hand on the horse never relaxed, he was worried that if he went late, Ling Xiu'er would be in danger.

The black carriage was so tightly wrapped that anyone who sat in it looked as if they would be swallowed. Zhang Ze's hand was forceful, the whip made a crisp sound, and the horse walked towards the small courtyard hidden in the bamboo forest even faster. The horse's hooves trampled over, leaving a trail of dust in their wake.

The horse came to a sudden halt in the forest courtyard. Zhang Ze turned over and dismounted, and broke in without waiting for the guards to report. His brow furrowed and his expression solemn.

The courtyard is still elegant and clean, and the dilapidated flowers and trees in the courtyard add a kind of bleak beauty.

The fragrance of tea came from the house, and Zhang Ze walked up the stairs, his steps hurried and heavy.

Zhao Zhengzheng was calmly boiling tea, and when he heard the movement, he knew that Zhang Ze was coming, but he didn't raise his eyes to look at him, and took a sip of tea before saying, "It's out of proportion." ”

Zhang Ze didn't go around the road, knelt on the floor with his hands clenched into fists, and went straight to the point: "Lord Wang, has Ling Xiu'er been here?" ”

Zhao Zheng swept his eyes, his expression darkened, and he said in a muffled voice: "Why is it?" ”

"Please also ask the prince to be gracious, all I want is to hope that the prince will not involve Ling Xiu'er in this matter, she has nothing to do with this matter."

As he spoke, Zhang Ze knelt down and gave Zhao Zheng three big gifts.

Zhao Zheng's eyes deepened, and he picked up the teacup and sipped, "This king invited Miss Ling to discuss the old princess's birthday banquet, Zhang Ze, what are you talking about, why can't this king understand." ”

"Lord Wang, Ling Xiu'er has no help to the great cause of revival, and please raise your noble hand! .....”

"Presumptuous!"

Zhao Zheng's hand tightened suddenly, and the white porcelain teacup as bright as jade turned into powder in his hand, staring at Zhang Ze's eyes with a soul-stirring sense of oppression: "Are you teaching this king to do things?" ”

Zhang Ze hurriedly knelt down to make amends, but he still pleaded for Ling Xiu'er with his neck: "I don't dare, it's just that Ling Xiu'er is just a village woman, and she shouldn't have been involved." ”

Zhao Zheng's face returned to normal, his expression could not distinguish between joy and anger, but there was a compelling chill in his tone: "There are chess pieces on the chessboard, and this king only has useful chess pieces and abandoned pieces in his eyes, if you continue like this, you can only become an abandoned piece." ”

The fallen leaves outside the window are scattered, as if because of Zhao Zheng's words, the autumn of slaughter has come.

Zhang Ze was still kneeling, and his voice was neither humble nor arrogant: "I can protect my beloved, what is there to take care of my own body?" ”

Zhao Zheng looked at him, the expression in his eyes was unclear, and after a while, he laughed, as if he had heard some particularly funny joke.

"She is a married woman, and she only has her husband Cao Yu in her eyes, no matter how much you do, it is just to move yourself, do you think she will really appreciate it?"

He seemed to be smiling, and his eyes were full of mockery.

But Zhao Zheng subconsciously touched the wrench on his thumb, and then remembered that the wrench was given to Ling Xiu'er. When he realized that the wrench in his hand was empty, his taunt suddenly stopped, and then turned into a thick obscurity. If he could, he didn't want to involve Ling Xiu'er, but he could see clearly that Ling Xiu'er was the only way to control Cao Yu.

If you want to control Cao Yu, you have to control Ling Xiu'er. Those who achieve great things are not informal, and in order to occupy a place in the court, he must do whatever it takes.