Xiang Tongtong is right, the flower foam is indeed very red at the moment.

Previously, it was a series of "feats" of returning to their parents' homes, encouraging women to stand up as masters of the house, attracting many mother fans to follow suit, and women's federations were established in various districts of Liangcheng.

Now she is the spokesperson of the "Love in the City" blind date activity, although the appearance in the pictorial is not delicate, I didn't expect that the crooked beating gave the girls in the boudoir a lot of courage. Girls with average looks can no longer tolerate anxiety about their appearance, and good-looking girls are even more confident, they firmly believe that true love can break through the shackles of family background and appearance, and now they are almost standing on the stage of "love in the city", only such an opportunity is missing.

Xue Fu keeps writing every day, all of which are self-recommended Miss Gongzi who wants to participate in the next "Love in the City". Xue Meimei looked at her maid's fiefdom and counted the letters, and she was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. Only then did the truth finally come out, it turned out that people didn't want to deliberately scandalize the young lady of the He family, but simply play psychological warfare with the audience.

In this way, the pictorial spread from Liangcheng to Tongcheng next door, and naturally it could not escape the eyes of the successor of the governor of Caoyun.

Half a cup of tea was left like this, no longer steaming outside, and the room was very quiet, and the whispers in the corridor were particularly obvious. Xiao Ding probed out of the room and walked towards the group of babbling noisemakers.

"Shhhh

Xiao Pipa pouted and complained: "Why didn't Gongzi Leng recruit us in today?" ”

"That's it, for him, people deliberately pushed away Boss Mei." The little guzheng struggled to hold the piano and complained dissatisfiedly.

The little jade flute on the side also nodded indignantly, expressing her protest with the same style. Could it be that the three red cards of their Qinxianglou are already outdated?

"Shhh Xiao Ding glanced at the door behind him, but there was still no movement inside. He only knew that an hour ago, the newspaper seller on the street stuffed the pictorial into the hand of the young master of his house, and the young master ordered him to buy the rest of the pictorials, and then came to this old place.

It's no wonder that today's young master didn't order the girl as usual, but just looked through the pictorials one by one innocently, sometimes making a "heh", sometimes making a "hum". He thoughtfully proposed to arrange some wine and food for the young master, but he was inexplicably kicked out.

It's weird, it's so weird.

Didn't the young master always talk about money with the son of the He family, and they didn't like each other? Why did you still study the portraits of Gongzi He and his wife? Could it be ...... Xiao Ding had an epiphany and continued to drive people sensibly: "The young master is busy, I guess I won't see you today, let's disperse." ”

"No, no, no, people don't follow!"

"No matter, I want to see Leng Gongzi!"

"Woo woo, don't you like the slave family's "Plum Blossom Falling"?"

"Shhhh Xiao Ding was pulled and beaten by three women, and he couldn't fight back, but fortunately, he caught a glimpse of a person appearing at the corner of the corridor out of the corner of his eye, and called out as if saved, "Miss Qiu!" ”

Seeing Qiu Lanxi coming in response, the three women reluctantly let go of their claws, after all, they didn't dare to make a mistake in front of the eldest sister.

"What's going on?" Qiu Lanxi glanced at their resentful expressions, then looked at the closed door, and had already roughly guessed one or two, and simply ordered, "You guys go down first." ”

“…… Be. ”

The three red cards twisted and pinched, you pushed me, I pushed you, and then retreated. Xiao Ding breathed a sigh of relief, clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, Miss Qiu." ”

Qiu Lanxi smiled indifferently and looked at the door again: "What is your young master busy with?" ”

"Look at the pictorial." Xiao Ding replied frankly, looked around at no one, and lowered his voice again, "Maybe I'm beating the villain." ”

"Hit ...... Villain? Qiu Lanxi was a little stunned, "Are you sure?" ”

Xiao Ding nodded noncommittally: "That's the pictorial of the son of the He family and the young lady of the He family." With his understanding of his young master, how could he close the door and carefully watch Gongzi He's pictorial? Unless the sun hits the west and comes out. So in comparison, it is more reasonable to beat the villain. This kind of unspeakable thing is obviously not good to do in front of others, so he spent it, and he understands it.

"Yes......" Qiu Lanxi paused thoughtfully for a moment, and without waiting for Xiao Ding to react, he knocked lightly on the door twice, "Leng Gongzi, it's me." ”

"Miss Qiu......" Xiao Ding was about to dissuade, but heard a familiar voice from behind the door.

"Enter."

Ha? Dare to love the young master, even if he practices such a lack of virtue as beating villains, doesn't he avoid Miss Qiu? When did their friendship reach this point? Xiao Ding hurriedly gave way and opened the door.

"Miss Qiu, please."

"Thank you." Qiu Lanxi nodded with a smile, and when the door closed, the smile disappeared, and walked straight to the owner who was rumored to be burying his head in beating the villain, and picked up a pictorial lying on the ground.

It was indeed them.

"Fly on the branches and become a phoenix, and the talented woman will always be with you." Leng Ningjun still didn't look up, and read a sentence to the pictorial to himself, and seemed to be asking the opinion of the visitor, "Is the painting similar?" ”

"It's a good match."

Sidestep the question?

Leng Ningjun raised his eyebrows and saw that Qiu Lanxi happened to sit down opposite him, and threw the question to him with a smile: "What do you think?" ”

"In my opinion...... It's not close. With that, the little finger dipped the half cup of tea that had already been cooled, and nodded a drop to the lip of the flower foam in the portrait, and said with satisfaction, "Poor this mole." "This painter is not very good, and he hasn't seen it carefully.

The first half of this sentence is considered to answer her? After thinking about it, Qiu Lanxi laughed lightly and looked directly into his eyes without hesitation: "What are your plans for the rice appreciation conference in a few days?" ”

"It's business as usual." While he made a statement, he got up and folded the pictorial magazines that were spread out into piles, not thinking that there was any need to talk about this topic.

The Leng family has always been a guest, attending with businessmen from surrounding towns and participating in the tasting. The arrangement of the conference is also like this every year, it is the same, and the businessmen are unsurprisingly divided into the He family and the Xin family, each with their own opinions. But in the final analysis, the final result is all decided by the emperor's Chrysostom, and the He family in previous years was the first to be beaten by thunder, and the Xin family was second.

In terms of cooperation, Leng Ningjun is not ashamed to admit that he is mercenary, but the Xin family's business methods are indeed not so clean. Therefore, the Leng family will only send the Xiaoxing Gang under the Caoyun Chamber of Commerce to communicate with the Xin family, while the family prefers to cooperate directly with the He family. Rather than getting into trouble, Leng Ningjun would rather deal with He Qingxian, a pseudo-Qingliu, which is much simpler and more worry-free.

"Really?" Qiu Lanxi used a joke to question, "I thought that Young Master Leng would make a hindrance from this, so that the He family would be trapped, and Mrs. He Shao asked you for help." I think it's because the slave family is small-minded, and there was a misunderstanding. ”

Misunderstand? Ha ha.

"If it's not a misunderstanding...... Gongzi He is in embarrassment, can Miss Qiu be willing? He glanced at her meaningfully, and continued to fold the paper in his hand, without waiting for her to answer, he continued, "It must be reluctant, otherwise how could Qinxianglou suddenly have an extra branch in Liangcheng?" I also chose the West District, which is a treasure of feng shui. ”

Do you really think he doesn't know? To the north is Hejia rice shop, to the south is Hefu, quite good at picking places.

"Leng Gongzi's wide network is admirable." According to the status of the Leng family, Qiu Lanxi knew that no matter in Tongcheng or Liangcheng, he couldn't hide it, "Recently, Qinxianglou's income has risen, and it is also at the request of the majority of distinguished guests to go to Liangcheng, just for convenience." ”

"Oh, really?" Leng Ningjun raised his eyebrows and smiled, "It seems that the Qinglou industry in Tongcheng is so profitable that other transactions are beyond the reach of the dust." ”

It doesn't seem to be delved into it, but how much thin face did you leave her? Qiu Lanxi raised the corner of one of her lips, did not respond to such a mockery, lowered her head and poured a cup of hot tea, but heard a "hiss" on the other side, and a stack of pictorials with only half of it left on the table.

The man took the other half with him, shook off the "make a memorial" lightly, and left without looking back.

Qiu Lanxi heard the sound of the door being closed, took a sip of tea, and still felt that Fang Cai's ridicule was very harsh.

Of course, even if the pictorial is torn into eighteen parts and crushed to pieces, it will not be known as the foam of the popular fried chicken.

Even if the flower foam sees it, it will raise its hands and feet in favor - the more broken the better! It's best that no one can recognize that pie face as her!

It's a pity that she can't care about the pictorial anymore, and she doesn't have time to worry about it. The biggest headache for her now is that she hasn't come up with a way to prevent the He family from being framed at the rice appreciation conference, so that she can continue to keep this head and have a chance to continue to have a headache.

Thanks to Xiaolan's continuous care, the rice soup and chicken soup were filled with Huamo, and the symptoms of headache were greatly alleviated after filling the ginseng soup and sheep soup. Unexpectedly, one day at dinner, in front of everyone's eyes, there was a line of clear nosebleeds. This scared the He family's mother-in-law enough, and immediately ordered her to ban the use of her brain from now on on the grounds that her health affected the speed at which the two elders hugged their grandson, and asked He Qingxian to supervise her to go to bed early and get up early.

Laughing to death, if it weren't for the life-threatening mission assigned by your good son, would she have become the ghost she is now?

Seeing that he pretended to nod his head in agreement, Hua Mo was so ruthless that his teeth were itching, and he was super invincible and wanted to slap the table and reveal his true face. And with such a hot gaze, it is naturally difficult for He Qingxian to pretend not to see it. There was no way to respond, so she could only clip a piece of chicken neck into her bowl and remind her that protecting her neck was a top priority, and everything was a last resort.

The right nostril was still stuffed with cotton to stop the bleeding, and Hua Mo suddenly felt cold at the back of her neck, and her angry eyes were helplessly replaced with grievances. The chicken neck couldn't be gnawed, so she called Xiaolan to help her back to the room to rest, and as soon as the big quilt was covered, she said that she was going to sleep.

Closing the door, Xiaolan saw that the other master had followed at some point, and immediately greeted him.

"Young master, do you want to make some sweet soup for the young lady? Xu is the soup in the past few days is too supplemental......" paused, not daring to finish the words.

"Void is not remedied." He Qingxian added the second half of the sentence with a smile, without any reproachful tone, "Okay, you let the kitchen prepare it." ”

"Yes. Then this ......" Xiaolan just wanted to confirm the ingredients, He Qingxian suddenly made a silent gesture and waved his hand back.

Belch? She was a little dazed, and glanced in the direction of the room, the door was still closed, and it was still dark inside, but the window was propped up.

What do you mean, didn't the young lady say she was going to sleep? Is this going to be moonshine? Or was it blown by the wind? I was about to go up to find out, but I was stopped again.

"Let's go down first."

"Yes!"

Since the master has commanded it, how can there be any reason to continue to gossip here? Without saying a word, Xiaolan stepped back sensibly, after all, most of the time she was a little maid who kept her duty. Except for certain special moments, such as the present.

Leaving the courtyard generously, using the fence around the corner as cover, Xiaolan secretly hid to observe the situation inside.

I saw that the young master was still in a standing position, and seemed to be quietly paying attention to the movements in the young lady's room. And she has everything in her sights. In this way, there is a trend of "praying mantis catching cicadas, and yellow finches are behind".

Xiaolan looked so hard that she didn't notice that someone was approaching behind her.

"You're there, peeking?"