Fuhua, who was sent by Song Chumo to eavesdrop on the "corner", was lying on the roof of Qinglingju, with the angle and sky problems, and a big tree to cover it, no one found out about his existence.

He had excellent internal strength, and when the women quarreled, their voices were a little louder than before, so they naturally heard what they were arguing about.

Fuhua was lying on the eaves, carrying a string of sugar gourds in his hands and nibbling on them, his cheeks bulging.

Listening to the more noisy the women became, completely detached from the topic of discussing Ning Jiao's favor, Fuhua lowered his head and looked back at the back of Qinglingju, Ning Jiao, who was lying on the beauty chair reading a book like a corpse, couldn't help but laugh and muttered in his heart: As far as you are still compared with Mrs. Ning, can you have half of Mrs. Ning?

Look at Mrs. Ning, except for the rice and fruit pastries sent by the prince, she is moved, and the boxes of gold, silver and jewelry that the prince asked him to send some time ago have been put in since they were put in, and they have not been moved.

You all day long know how to find a way to be favored and fight for your life, Mrs. Ning reads books to enrich herself and improve herself, and she doesn't care about those things.

Just like that, you still want to attract the attention of the prince? Isn't that a dream?

…

Ning Jiao, who was reading a book, suddenly felt a little itchy nose, and then she sneezed three times in a row.

Shui Ruo looked at her worriedly: "Why is Miss sneezing, is it a cold?" ”

Ning Jiao sighed for a moment and shook her head: "Someone should be talking about me, it's okay." ”

As soon as the words fell, she sneezed twice in a row, and the snot bubbles were punched, which was quite a big one.

Ning Jiao: "......" I slapped my face online again.

She hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe her nose, sniffed and said, "It seems that I really have a cold, do you still have medicine at home, help me boil some water." ”

"Yes, I'll go." Shui Ruo said, turned around and quickly slipped away to boil water for her.

Ning Jiao didn't want to lie there anymore, so she got down from the beauty chair, closed the book and put it in her sleeve to hide it, bent down to carry the beauty chair, carried it hard, and walked towards the house.

Fuhua was stunned and looked at Ning Jiao, who was carrying the beauty chair to the house: I am obedient, Mrs. Ning is really ...... It's different.

Other ladies will let the maid do it regardless of whether they can carry it or not, but she is good, she can carry it and leave.

Look at the pace of walking, brisk, as if the beauty chair you are carrying is not a beauty chair, or a book, easy and light.

After taking the cold medicine, Ning Jiao read the book for a while, then asked Shui Ruo to fetch water for her to wash, and lay down to rest.

I don't know if the psychological shadow given by the little goldfish in the pond in the afternoon is big, dreaming at night, Ning Jiao dreamed that she was chased by a goldfish, no matter how she ran, she couldn't run away, and she was chased all the time.

The fish seemed to lock on to her, and wherever she ran, she could see the presence of the fish.

I saw it, I saw it, and I even saw the fish turn into a little doll and grin at her.

So as soon as the sky outside was slightly bright in the morning, Ning Jiao woke up in fright.

She sat up with a carp, staring ahead in a daze, her mind was full of dreams, and she didn't know if there was something wrong with her nose, the fishy smell she had smelled in the Shulan Pavilion yesterday afternoon, and smelled it again.

Ning Jiao sniffed, and the taste became stronger.

She felt as if she had been entangled in something unclean.

"Shui Ruo." Ning Jiao shouted out with a big voice, her throat was sore and dry, hoarse, she only sneezed last night, and now she can't stop sneezing.