Cheng Ying rubbed her temples, her head cleared up a little, looked at the concerned people, and smiled apologetically: "I...... I'm not as good as a human being......"

Qin Nanxiang's eyes were slightly red next to him, and he was very guilty: "It's all to blame on the slave, if you persuade the girl, it won't be ...... But don't worry, the head of the house has already spoken, and the best medicine in the best lang is sent to you, and the green charcoal in the house is a tribute sent by the head of the house, and it is warm. ”

"There are only seven days left until the final selection of a wife, new dances, new songs, and your "Lingbo" needs a lot of time to rehearse. At such a critical juncture, you are sick again, what should you do? ”

Behind the screen in front of the bed, Zhao Xiyan frowned deeply and sighed again and again.

Cheng Yingyu made up his spirit and persuaded: "It's okay, the overall situation is important." I figured it out, put the water in the backyard pool knee-deep, unloaded the door panel, and floated on the surface. I practiced dancing on that door board, and I could imagine the feeling of being on the jade platform that day. ”

"Great idea! The slave ordered people to prepare to go! Qin Nanxiang hurriedly resigned.

Zhao Xiyan frowned even tighter: "Sister Su is practicing dance on the surface door panel, and she always has to keep turning down." Although it did not hinder his life, he fell into the water again and again...... You've got a cold, and you're not going to get better! ”

Cheng Ying's nose was pinched, top-heavy, but the final selection was already on the line, and there was no time to delay, and he could only grit his teeth and endure the small illness and pain, and he had to bite the bullet.

She was happy with this sin, and bought thousands of hexagrams for the surname Zhao, and she didn't lose anything.

"Your Highness Six, rest assured. It's not a serious illness to get cold, even if you carry it, everything will be done after winning the championship. ”

Cheng Ying poured three bowls of decoction violently, made a decision with a bitter face.

Zhao Xiyan couldn't, and told a few words not to be forced, so he also went to Zhang Luo's score, and the final selection was in full swing, and everyone came by the hour.

"The slave maid helped the girl take some ginseng slices, and when she danced, she took it in her mouth to refresh her mind." Liuxiang was also about to say goodbye, but was stopped by Cheng Ying.

"Wait, I have something for you." Cheng Ying's eyes were scooped, and he motioned for Liuxiang to close the doors and windows, and was positive, "You were drunk before, I helped you rest, and saw strange marks on your arms?" ”

Liuxiang blinked and took the initiative to roll up her sleeves: "The girl said this?" The slave and maid don't know, they have been there since they remember, and it is estimated that it is a human tooth print. ”

There is a scarlet brand on the girl's lotus-like snow arm, which is obviously scalded with a hot iron, which looks very abrupt and surprising, how ruthless it is.

"It's a pattern...... Cheng Yingyu secretly wrote down, and was about to dig deeper, when there was a burst of golden flowers in his eyes.

"Girl, rest up! Today's plan is to win the final election, and how can the others have the energy to care! ”

Liuxiang couldn't cry or laugh, and hurriedly helped Cheng Yinghu to lie down, put down her sleeves, and was about to take the ginseng slices, but when she walked to the door and remembered something, she froze.

"Does the girl really believe in Mrs. Nan?"

"She is the concubine of Mr., count me as half an elder, how can you not believe it?"

Cheng Ying stared at Liuxiang's back, half amused and half puzzled, this question that suddenly popped up, based on her own impression of Qin Nanxiang, she didn't feel that there was any need to answer.

Liuxiang wanted to speak and stopped: "The servant is a slave, and the master doesn't dare to talk about it." But it was regarded as a servant trespassing, and the girl was asked to listen to the slave's words: pay attention to Mrs. Nan. ”

Cheng Ying chuckled in her heart, she couldn't refute it if she didn't have a clue, and she was tentative: "But it's for the matter of choosing a wife?" It's not surprising that others think so, after all, Mrs. Nan is the only woman in the Qian family...... But the Lady Nan I know is not the kind of person who is greedy for high positions. ”

After a pause, Cheng Ying thought about it and added: "But what happened to Mrs. Nan and you, but it doesn't matter, I'll make the decision for you." ”

Liuxiang shook her head and lowered her eyes: "It's nothing, the slave and maid can talk about it casually." The girl is clear-sighted, and she knows it in her heart. ”

The woman didn't say much, went out of the small garden, stepped on a yellow bamboo leaf to the pharmacy, passed by the Houyuan pool, and happened to see Qin Nanxiang there to make the slave release water.

"Lady Nan." Liuxiang stopped.

"Miss Ruka. I want to thank you for helping the second girl and the sixth highness in the past few days, and the more people who plan, the more points the chance of winning the final election. Qin Nanxiang looked over, Qiu Chi reflected the jade face, and she smiled like a hosta flower in the south of the Yangtze River.

Liuxiang's eyes flashed slightly, and she stepped forward, seemingly respectful: "Does Mrs. Nan really want the second girl to win?" ”

Qin Nanxiang chuckled, and Luo Pa covered his lips: "What Miss Liuxiang said, if you win the matter of solving the Su family's difficulties and building a seventh-level floating slaughter, the slave is naturally willing." ”

Liuxiang tugged at the corners of her lips: "The servant is stupid, don't blame the lady." It's just that the servant, like the previous wife, is a slave, and it is basic and thoughtful to know that he can follow his master at any time, especially at night. But why didn't the second girl go to the night market with her on the night she went, and deliberately pointed the second girl to the Beiguan Night Market? ”

Qin Nanxiang's eyes flowed, smiling lightly, and he asked, but he couldn't see anything abnormal.

Liuxiang took a deep breath and said with a bite: "Madame didn't go with her, because she got the second girl's feelings, and the Beiguan Night Market is the largest night market, with hundreds of hexagrams being sold." In this way, the second girl was alone, and no one around persuaded her, so her solid eyes fell in, and she went shopping all night......"

Qin Nanxiang sneered: "Miss Liuxiang said that the slave deliberately let the second girl get sick?" ”

"The servant doesn't dare. It's just that Mrs. Ruonan doesn't want the second girl to win, so don't waste the girl's trust in Mrs. Liuxiang glanced at Qin Nanxiang deeply, saluted, and continued to go to the pharmacy.

Qin Nanxiang retracted his gaze and looked at the busy servants by the pool, the water was already halfway down, and a door panel was removed and floated on the water.

The final selection of a wife, the undercurrent is turbulent, maybe the fate of many people will change, she is the only one in Qinnan Township, and she wants to be the one who competes for the current.

Just a little, a little, and take your destiny into your own hands.

In the south of the Yangtze River in October, the ginkgo biloba is yellow and the maple leaves are red, and the West Lake is Xiao Xiao Rong.

Because the final election is approaching, a city is very lively, the Qian family and the imperial palace are busy turning the sky, bustling to see the beauties, the people in the city are like festivals, the Xizi Lake has set up a jade curtain and a peony curtain, and the wine shops near the lake are crowded with people.

At the same time, the primary election also screened out the results layer by layer, and the daughter of the Yang family entered the final election without surprise, and another woman named "Yin Sheng" also became a surprise standing opposite the Yang family after all the ups and downs.

"Yang or Yin, bet on !!"

There are only two games left in the gambling game in the Jiangnan hook column, and when everyone is curious about the fact that the Yin family does not show up, they bet on the big market on the Yang side.

"The head of Confucianism, the daughter of Yang Shanchang, the cabinet of a product, the famous family among the famous families. Can you still lose to a small jasper who jumped out of the battle? ”

The people's voices are boiling, laughing and talking about the situation, except for the Qian family and the Cao family, who are like the great enemy, the gladiatorial battles in the temples and rivers are just the distant imagination of the people.

7 days, 6 days, 5 days, 4 days, 3 days, 2 days, 1 day......

Cheng Yingyu has also had a thrilling life in just a few days. With Cheng Shisan's ability to forget, all the way to the final election, everyone is not too surprised, the key to the last hard bone surnamed Yang is destined to be a five-five, or even three-seven.

The "Lingbo" participating in the election has been changed to perfection, and he has been practicing dancing on the door panel of the pond drifting in the back garden for several days, and he has been fluttering like a fairy, and Zhao Xiyan has been getting together with Liuxiang all day long, changing the music score to a middle idiot, and has boasted that the palace Shangjiao Zhengyu does not change a sound.

The only thing that made everyone sweat was Cheng Ying's condition. Since the night market caught a cold that night, and the door board practiced dancing and kept falling into the water, this body has not been good to seek, all relying on the mouth ginseng tablets to refresh the mind, so that you have to pass all the way.

This night is the last night, and tomorrow is the final choice.

Cheng Yingyu couldn't sleep a little, staring at the lights at night, and her eyes were as open as copper bells.

At this time, there was the sound of footsteps in the garden, and the lights reflected a slender silhouette, cut on the snow-white screen, and the comer stopped and never approached again.

Cheng Ying's ears were pointed: "Sir? ”

"How do you know it's me?" The silhouette laughs.

Cheng Ying's eyes swayed slightly, stretched out his hand, and wanted to trace the silhouette on the window, outside the house alone, in the room alone, separated by a screen window, as if through the screen, time has come to this day in a flash, and what I see each other is just a shadow on the paper.

"Behind the screen, I was used to hearing Mr.'s footsteps." Cheng Ying lowered her fingertips, but she didn't touch it.

There was a moment of stagnation outside the window, and then it returned to normal, ordinary homely conversation and laughter.

"Nervous? Can't sleep? Little Thirteen cares so much about winning or losing? Qian Mu said lightly.

"Of course you have to win, otherwise what will happen to the Su family, Mr. will also be embarrassed." Cheng Yingbu was slightly unconvinced, "What's the matter, Mr. is still here to destroy the prestige of Little Thirteen?" ”

Qian Mu's smile became stronger: "I heard that you have been tearing down the door panel again these days, and you are dancing on the pond again, and you are uncomfortable and gritting your teeth, my little thirteen has worked hard, but ...... win"

After a pause, Qian Mu swam a softness to coax the child: "Mr. thinks, well, it's impossible." ”

Cheng Ying was embarrassed, this demolition of the platform was too straightforward, so he was angry and didn't speak.

"Little Thirteen, don't worry, after you lose, the Imperial Palace will not be able to get your wish. She wants to marry the Yang family, but at the same time, I will raise the Qin family as a flat wife, and the Yang and Cao clans will check and balance. As for the Su family, I will also order to compensate them for a hundred years of worry-free. Outside the window, Qian Mu seemed to know that she was angry and explained.

Cheng Ying was stunned: "Mr. has a countermeasure, why did he connive at Xiao Thirteen's impostor to run for election?" ”

Qian Mu shrugged: "It's rare for my little thirteen to come to Jiangnan, how can you not have fun?" ”

"Play?" Cheng Ying couldn't laugh or cry, "Sir, even laid out my moves after I lost...... Why didn't I think about what if I won? ”

"No way. I'm your husband, your ability to play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, I don't know how many catties and taels I have? Qian Mu immediately vetoed it and cut it out categorically.

Cheng Ying choked her lips. If it weren't for the scruples of men and women, she really wanted to rush out and scolded the purple-shirted man.

"What, still angry?" Qian Mu's voice came, stifling a smile.

Cheng Ying's anger aggravated his tone: "Okay, Mr. is sure that I have lost, and the back road is ready, so what choice should I choose, and it will not be possible to pretend to be a defeated army in public?" ”

"Fool." Qian Mu said in a low voice, his tone was slightly different, "Whether Xiao Thirteen wants to stir up the situation and watch the excitement, or to be in the limelight, it doesn't matter what happens." ”

"It doesn't matter?" It is hard for Cheng Yingyi to imagine that the chess game of the court, the grand event of the whole country, and the lifelong pillow man were said by this man so lightly, almost in the game.

On the screen paper, the silhouette is picturesque, Cheng Yingyu can't see the man's expression, and in the emerald pupils, is there a figure in the night.

Her shadow was also cut by the lights on the screen.

Yes, she knew with no reason that her husband must have been looking at her at this moment, as no one knew back then, he was looking behind the screen.

"yes, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter what kind of wife, what kind of final election, what kind of Shengjing Jiangnan power game. Qian Mu's answer sounded, with self-deprecation and hoarseness.

"So what matters to Mr. Yu?" Cheng Yingyu subconsciously asked.

Outside the house, in the autumn breeze, in the mountains and seas of the southern country, Qian Mu smiled, like a dream.

"The most important thing is that my little thirteen, be happy."

Cheng Ying's pupils shrank, and after fourteen years of fettling to make wine, it was really not intoxicating to get drunk.

However, the next day, he set up a wife, and the final election was made on the shore of West Lake.

When Cheng Yingyu heard the secret news of the Yang family brought by Liuxiang, it was like a basin of cold water poured on her head, not to mention that the wine woke up, her whole body was soaked in ice slag.

There are only two words left in my head: it's over.