As soon as the target was locked, the two took action.

Qin Jiuniang elegantly put down her chopsticks and got up.

Chu Jingyun quickly stuffed a piece of braised pork that didn't taste good into his mouth, encouraged his cheeks to chew it twice, swallowed it into his stomach, and then got up as well.

The two of them reached out to the soup cup held by the girl at the same time, and occupied one side of the soup cup at the same time, and then spoke in unison.

"I'll do it."

"Be careful."

话不同，意思却相同，目标也都一致，都想从丫环手里面接过汤盅。

丫环头一次遇到这种情况，大眼珠子骨碌碌转，来回在秦九娘和楚景昀身上滚动几轮后，最后将落在了楚景昀的脸上。

身为丫环，像端茶倒水上菜这种活，每天不知道要干多少次，可是世子爷从来没有对哪个丫环说过“小心烫”这种话！

The prince cares about her!

She is the first girl to get the attention of the prince!

颇有几分姿色的小丫环颇有一种受宠若惊之感，小脸“腾”地红了脸。

She said to Chu Jingyun with a shyly face: "Thank you for your concern." ”

As for Qin Jiuniang, who also wanted to take over the work in her hands, Yahuan was completely insensitive, she even felt that Qin Jiuniang was in the way, and she didn't have to spoil the good things of her and the prince.

Qin Jiuniang, who was disgusted, and Chu Jingyun, who realized that he had created a misunderstanding: "......"

Both fell silent at the same time.

Then they look at each other.

Although the atmosphere was weirdly awkward, both of them still firmly occupied one side of the soup cup, and no one had the intention of letting go first.

秦九娘眼眸微转，看看一脸娇羞的小丫环，再看看神情凛然的楚景昀，她抿嘴一笑，道：“我看这丫环脚步虚浮，担心她失手，再不小心把汤羹撒出来，烫伤人就不好了，这才想要搭把手。 ”

After Qin Jiuniang finished speaking, she let go of her hand, her eyes once again crossed the faces of Yahuan and Chu Jingyun, and said with a smile: "It seems that I am too worried." ”

This last sentence can be described as full of profound meaning.

Of course, the more profound thing is her eyes.

Xiao Yahuan didn't think there was anything, I wish Qin Jiuniang was more meaningful, it was best to directly make an established fact, and let her jump on the branch to be a phoenix.

Even if she can't fly on the branches to be a phoenix, it's good to let her Chu Jingyun be a room.

Who doesn't know that Chu Jingyun is the only concubine of the Marquis of Zhongyong, he will not only inherit the huge Hou Mansion in the future, but also have an official title, and there are not a thousand women who want to climb his bed, but there are also nine hundred and ninety-nine.

Yahuan is also one of them.

So the girl's eyes when she looked at Chu Jingyun became even hotter, and she couldn't wait to immediately rush over and throw herself into her arms.

Chu Jingyun: "......"

He responded to Qin Jiuniang's words with a cold face.

"Little lady Qin misunderstood, my thoughts are the same as yours, I also see that she is unstable, and I am worried that she will not be able to serve the soup unsteadily, and then I will burn people by mistake."

I let go of my hand too.

But the atmosphere between the two is somewhat stale.

Then at this time, Mrs. Zhongyong Hou stepped in horizontally and broke the stalemate between the two.

"This girl is indeed a bit empty, Mother Qi, you always look at changing her to a suitable errand, like this kind of work of serving tea and pouring water, and serving the master closely, don't arrange it for her anymore, you don't have to hurt anyone."

If there is anything abnormal between Qin Jiuniang and her son, she didn't see it, she only saw that the girl ring on the soup was abnormal!

Look at her son again and again, what's going on?

What's the matter with showing a shyness to her son?

As a lady of the back house, Mrs. Zhongyong Marquis understands what is going on too well, doesn't she just want to climb her son's bed?

A mere subordinate who pours tea and water dares to think about her general's son, and he doesn't want his neck to itch and his head anymore.

忠勇侯夫人窝了一肚子火，饭也吃不下了，将筷子拍在桌子上，目光冷冷地望向那个端羹汤的丫环。

Yahuan was still fantasizing about the beautiful life after climbing out of bed the next moment, but the next moment, this beauty was punctured by a sentence from Zhongyong Hou.

In addition, arrange a suitable job for her, and she will not be allowed to do the work of serving her master closely in the future...... What do you mean?

Madame is trying to kick her out of the inner court?

Won't she never have the opportunity to meet the prince in the future?

Then her plan to climb the bed, as well as the glory and wealth in the second half of her life, won't they all be in vain? !

Yahuan never expected that things would suddenly take a 180-degree turn!

She immediately panicked, cried "madam", and knelt on the ground, but forgot that she still had a tray in her hand, and there was a soup cup on the tray.

Unexpected protrusions!

With a clanging sound, the soup cup flew straight away from the tray and flew towards the door of the Marquis of Zhongyong!

"Madame, be careful!"

"Mother, be careful!"

Two exclamations rang out at the same time.

Then both hands reached for the soup cup at the same time.

And when the soup cup was still less than half an inch away from Mrs. Hou's front door, the two of them intercepted the soup cup in time with four hands.

Chu Jingyun intercepted the soup cup first, hugged the soup cup tightly with both hands, and his palm was scalded by the high temperature coming from the wall of the soup cup, he tightened his brows, but he couldn't let go.

Because Qin Jiuniang, who was one step slower than him, at this moment, two small hands were tightly covering his big hands.

Obviously, the other party is just like him, desperate to intercept the soup cup full of hot soup.

With Chu Jingyun's natural meat shield as a heat insulation layer inside, Qin Jiuniang's palm was not scalded by the high temperature on the wall of the soup cup.

But the soup cup was filled with a jar of soup, and under such vigorous exercise, the soup in it inevitably splashed out.

It all fell on the back of Qin Jiuniang's hand.

The fragrant chicken soup that had just left the fire, the moment it flew out of the soup cup, it was still steaming white, and most of the splashes were the layer of grease floating on top.

It is well known that at the same temperature, hot oil burns several times more strongly than hot water.

那泛着金黄色光泽落在秦九娘手背上的瞬间，她疼的“啊”地一声叫，额角突突直跳，眼圈当场就红了。

许是脑子疼麻木了，都到这时候了，她竟然还没想到赶紧将手移开。

It was still Chu Jingyun, seeing that the second wave of soup also flew out of the soup cup, and it was about to fall on the back of Qin Jiuniang's hand, he hurriedly shouted: "Take your hand away!" ”

"Ahh Oh good! ”

Qin Jiuniang reacted, hurriedly let go of her hand, and quickly took two steps back, narrowly avoiding the second scalding accident.

Chu Jingyun was also busy putting the soup cup on the table.

When he opened his palms, his two palms were red, bright red as blood, and particularly shiny, and he was burned at first glance.

This series of changes is very long, but in fact, it just happened in a moment.

忠勇侯夫人完全被这变故吓傻了，两只眼睛还惊恐地圆瞪着，满脸都是受惊之下的呆滞。

It wasn't until Chu Jingyun put down the soup cup that her eyes fell on her son's two red palms that she reacted from the shock, called "Son", and hurriedly went over to take Chu Jingyun's hand to look.

This kind of small burn, Chu Jingyun won't take it to heart at all.

What he was replaying in his mind now was the scene where the chicken soup was splashed on the back of Qin Jiuniang's hand, and even what was echoing in his ears was Qin Jiuniang's cry of pain.

温室里面呵护着长大的世家贵女，手指头上面擦破一点儿油皮都属于不得了的大伤。

It's not that Chu Jingyun deliberately exaggerated, because he had experienced such a thing, and the time was not very long, that is, what happened last year.

That time he was ordered to return to Beijing to report on his work, and he happened to meet the queen mother in the palace to hold a plum banquet, he was invited to participate, and saw a world noblewoman with his own eyes, accidentally knocked his palm a little oily skin, alarmed the hospital not to say, I heard that the noble girl of the family because of this injury, she was bedridden for half a month.

When he heard about this, he was shocked, so he remembered it very well.

Since then, he has developed a stereotypical image of these noble women in his mind: delicate, like a silk flower, and shattered when touched.

Just a big puddle of chicken soup was splashed on the back of her hand, and the woman ...... I'm afraid I'm going to cry to death, right?

Chu Jingyun perfunctorily comforted Mrs. Zhongyonghou, and then turned his eyes to Qin Jiuniang's side.

Then he unexpectedly found that although this noble daughter of the Qin family said that although tears were flowing down, she did not panic, let alone shout, and even cried silently.

Moreover, although the other party's body was trembling, the whole person looked calm, and walked straight towards the bookcase.

…… Is she going to prescribe herself for herself?

Chu Jingyun glanced at Qin Jiuniang's right hand, which was completely red and swollen, his heart moved, and his eyes followed Qin Jiuniang's movements for a moment.

…… She's going to prescribe herself, but her right hand is injured, so can she write with her left hand?

Chu Jingyun suddenly became a little nervous, and his two thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Qin Jiuniang was indeed in tears.

Can it not hurt!

That hot chicken soup was spilled on the back of her hand!

You must know that her pain nerves have always been several times more sensitive than ordinary people!

Let's just say that the same scratch, placed on someone else, may be just a scratch, but on her body, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is directly used to cut her head open a deep groove.

The moment the chicken soup was splashed on the back of her hand, Qin Jiuniang was so painful that her entire nerve endings were trembling.

But it hurts, Qin Jiuniang's sanity is still online.

She is not the only one who is burned right now, and she doesn't need to check her to know that Chu Jingyun's two palms must have also been burned.

She just took the opportunity to help the other party deal with the burns and take the opportunity to feel the other party's pulse.

…… is obviously a good intention to help others, but in the end, he made it like a thief, sneaking around, and even put himself in.

It's so hard for a good person to do it!

Qin Jiuniang was depressed in her heart, she couldn't control the physiological tears flowing out, and at the same time raised her feet and walked to the table where she had just written the meal recipe, and picked up the brush.

This time she was using her left hand.

No way, her right hand was burned, and she couldn't hold the pen.

Chu Jingyun, who had been paying attention to her, saw this, her pupils shrank, and she immediately moved her gaze to the rice paper.

The tip of the pen wanders on the rice paper, making a "rustling" friction sound, and one after another the vigorous and powerful calligraphy jumps onto the paper.

Different from the previous delicate hairpins, the line of books on rice paper, iron painting silver hooks, magnificent.

It is exactly the same as the information collected in the Hong Kong Economic Journal.