In the evening, it is time for dinner.

The county lord of Nanzhang was in a depressed mood and had no appetite.

When the maid brought the food, she let the maid serve it.

I know that the county lord of Nanzhang is in a bad mood.

Zhao's mother asked the maid to help her into the house.

Yesterday, Zhao's mother knelt under the sun for a full hour.

Severe knee burns.

Both legs hurt when they were exerted, and half of their bodies were pressed against the maid.

The maid is miserable.

She didn't want Mother Zhao to toss at all.

Zhao's mother hurts.

She hurts too.

My waist is about to break.

Red Tassel lights a candle in the house.

Seeing Zhao's mother coming in, she hurriedly came over and helped, "Zhao's mother's knee is not good yet, why did she come over?" ”

Mother Zhao asked Hongying, "How much did the county lord eat at night?" ”

"I didn't eat a bite," Red Ying said wistfully.

"Go and bring a bowl of bird's nest soup," Zhao's mother ordered.

Red Tassel walked out quickly.

The maid helped Zhao's mother to sit down beside the county lord of Nanzhang.

Mother Zhao comforted the county lord of Nanzhang and told her not to be angry.

The red tassel brought the bird's nest soup.

Mother Zhao said, "The county lord eats a little, it's not worth it to hurt his body when he gets angry." ”

The county lord of Nanzhang was silent.

She couldn't eat half of it.

A little maid walked in with a painting in her hand.

She was followed by a little maid, who also came in to pray.

"County Lord, the painting has been delivered," the little maid handed the painting forward.

The county lord of Nanzhang stood up suddenly.

She grabbed the painting from the maid's hand.

The prince ruined the painting, but she still wanted to see what the county lord of Hengyang in Nanliang looked like!

She couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked the maid to find Chongguo Gong.

I waited all afternoon, and only then did I get the painting.

She couldn't wait to open the painting.

However, the maid who sent the painting lost her life.

After she looked at the painting, she went to look at the appearance of the county lord of Nanzhang.

Just such a small action angered the county lord of Nanzhang.

She thought that the maid was comparing her with the lord of Hengyang, and she knew that her appearance could not be compared, so she sprinkled her anger on the maid.

"Drag it out and kill it with a cane!"

Nanzhang County was angry, and no one dared to help plead.

Another little girl turned around in fright and went out, but was stopped by the lord of Nanzhang.

"Am I pretty, or am the people in the painting pretty?!" The county lord of Nanzhang gritted his teeth and asked.

The little girl's frightened legs shook into a sieve.

"Yes, it's the county lord who is prettier," the little maid's voice trembled more than her legs.

"The woman in the painting is only fifteen years old, how can she compare with the county lord when she is fifteen years old?"

In the end, the little girl's voice stopped shaking, and she raised it by two points.

Mother Zhao looked at the maid twice.

I didn't notice that there was such a clever maid in the Peony Courtyard.

Does she remember that this maid is called Xiu'er?

"The maid is right, why should the county lord compare his current self with the county lord of Hengyang fifteen years ago to torture himself," Zhao's mother said.

"Men don't get it until they get it, if the county lord of Hengyang is still alive now, will the prince still take her to heart?"

"How many newlyweds swore an alliance with Yan Erhai, and in the end the husband and wife turned against each other?"

These words of consolation, the county lord of Nanzhang has long been tired of hearing them.

I know that's the case, so what?

People are living on the tip of the prince's heart!

No matter how hard she tries, she can't shake her status in the eyes of the prince!

The county lord of Nanzhang looked at the painting in his hand, "Bring a brazier." ”

Soon, a little maid brought a brazier.

On a hot day, the ice basin is not enough, and the brazier is also needed.

Although I was curious, I didn't ask.

The county lord of Nanzhang threw the painting in his hand into the brazier.

The beautiful face of the woman in the painting is devoured alive.

The county lord of Nanzhang looked at the maid and said, "What do you have to tell you just now?" ”

"Shi, the maid next to the princess has gone to deliver fetal medicine to Mrs. Chi," the maid's throat was knotted.

She kind of wanted to die.

The county lord of Nanzhang was in a bad mood, and she told such a bad thing.

She glanced up quietly.

The face of the county lord of Nanzhang was cold.

The windows are open.

A gust of wind blew in.

The paintings burned in the brazier were blown out by the wind.

The painting flew to the gauze tent and burned instantly.

The maid's eyes were quick, and she picked up the tea cup on the table and splashed it.

Mother Zhao's soul was almost scared away.

The last time the Peony Courtyard burned down once, the shadow is still there.

Zhao's mother praised the maid a few words and promoted her to be a big maid.

The pie fell from the sky, and the little maid thanked her happily.

The county lord of Nanzhang looked at the still smoking gauze tent.

There was a murderous intent in her eyes.

After the maid went out, she whispered a few words to Mother Zhao.

Mother Zhao's face was pale, "County Lord......." ”

"This time, I won't allow any mistakes!" The voice of the county lord of Nanzhang was resolute.

"Mrs. Chi is pregnant, I don't know if the prince has sent someone to watch," Zhao's mother is still struggling.

"Don't worry, then go to the Chongguo Mansion to find a master!"

Xie Jingchuan walked to the bead curtain and happened to hear this sentence.

He could guess what the Nanzhang County Lord wanted to do.

Bringing people here rashly will definitely arouse the suspicion of his father.

Such a trivial matter, he is the substitute for his son.

Xie Jingchuan turned to leave.

Agarwood Xuan, backyard.

In the bamboo house, Su Jin was pounding medicine.

Xing'er brought tea into the house and said, "Girl, my uncle is drinking on the roof." ”

Su Jin frowned.

Is this a drink to drown sorrows?

Putting down the work at hand, Su Jin stepped out.

Xie Jingchen sat on the roof, holding a wine jug and pouring wine into his mouth.

Ignoring his bad mood, this picture of drinking under the moon is beautiful.

Su Jin climbed up the ladder and said, "I'm in a bad mood, I'll drink with you." ”

"I'm not in a bad mood," Xie Jingchen said.

Su Jin gave him a blank look.

What is there to pretend to be in front of her?

The prince has confessed that his biological mother is the lord of Hengyang.

Now it is speculated by Chongguo Gong and stabbed in the court, and the officials are shocked and opposed.

Xie Jingchen, as a son, how could his biological mother feel good when he was so opposed?

Su Jin didn't believe that he hadn't thought about justifying his biological mother's name and worshipping in a dignified manner.

"Xing'er, bring a wine glass," Su Jin called.

"Okay!" Apricot incarnates as a little two.

Xie Jingchen looked at Su Jin, "Do you really want to drink?" ”

"That's nature," Su Jin said with his neck held high.

As soon as Xie Jingchen stretched out his hand, he hugged Su Jin in his arms.

A sip of wine poured into his mouth and kissed Su Jin.

Su Jin, "......!!! ”

Su Jin blushed and had a thick neck.

She wanted to drink.

But she didn't want to drink the wine with saliva powder.

The secret guard hid in a tree, and when he saw this scene, his face fell red.

Don't look at it.

He went into the house with his head bowed and dragged the apricot back from the wine glass.

"I'm going to give the girl a wine glass!" Apricot said annoyedly.

"No need anymore," Darkguard said.

The smell of wine is smoky.

Su Jin felt that he was drunk.

The two kissed on the roof.

No one noticed that Qingqiu Garden was on fire.

Xie Jingchuan walked out of the Peony Courtyard, flew the eaves and walked on the wall, passing by the Qingqiu Garden.

He didn't find that there were masters in Qingqiu Garden.

When I touched the window, I saw Mrs. Chi sitting on the small couch looking at the brocade box in her hand in a daze.

I couldn't see what was in the brocade box, but there was no maid in the house.

The door is closed.

The room was quiet except for the plucking of the wick burning.

Xie Jingchuan hit a stone in his hand towards the candlestick.

The tall lotus candlestick is poured into the bed.

Almost instantly, the fire was on fire.

Outside, the maids were flustered.

I don't know what's going on, but it's weird for Madame to wake up from a nap.

Now he closes the door and doesn't let them into the house, saying that he wants to be alone.

They had to stand guard outside the door.

Suddenly!

There was a sound of things collapsing in the room.

When they turned back, they saw the fire burning in the house.

"Not good!"

"Madame committed suicide by arson!"