Sometimes the palace is sunny

Chapter 15 Red Mole
Not only Xie Fengan, everyone present was startled by the sound of "Shen Shiqing".

The rest of the people didn't move, Tu Nan, who came out with his girl, kicked Xie Feng'an to the ground.

Xie Fengan yelled in pain: "This is my Zhuangzi, don't you even recognize me?"

Pei Feng also hurriedly led his men to take down the servants who came with Xie Fengan, more than ten or twenty people scuffled together, making a mess, with the roar of Xie Fengan and his servants interspersed.

Seeing the bravery of the two servant girls, Zhao Surui seemed to have won Xu Chu Dianwei's Cao Mengde, he took a step back, and pointed Jiangshan with his sleeves folded.

"First cover the mouths of these villains, dare to pretend to be the second young master of Ning'an Bo's mansion, you are so bold, you must be a habitual offender, first pretend to be the master's house to trick Zhuangzi into opening the door, and then do the robbery! Be sure to take them all Next, don't let one go!"

"In the past few days, our residence in Beijing has not been peaceful. I don't know how many people have moved their minds. This is why there are waves of villains. You must guard the door."

"I didn't expect you to encounter such a big battle after practicing for a few days. If you catch these villains, I will ask the kitchen to kill a pig to reward you!"

For a moment, Xie En suppressed the screams, and Zhao Surui looked at the horses again:

"Be careful not to hurt the horse!"

Xie Fengan was very frightened and angry, but his mouth was covered with mud by someone, and his head was firmly pressed to the ground. He looked in the direction of Shen Shiqing through the gaps between the legs and feet of countless people, but he only saw a little bit of light under the light. skirt angle.

He struggled to stand up, but he was hit hard on the stomach again, and the earthy smell in his mouth was mixed with a bit of blood.

Looking up, he saw a maidservant with a sword in her hand looking at him with terrifying eyes.

Zhao Surui didn't even bother to take a look at Xie Feng'an. Shen Sanfei was well educated in poetry and books, and came from a noble family, but was forced to this field by a down-and-out Xie family. Some of it was luck, some of it was Xie's dirty family, some... It's because Shen Shiqing's mind is full of wood, and Xie Feng'an is really nothing in it.

He is nothing to Shen Shiqing, even less to Zhao Surui.

Worse than his horse.

No, it is not as good as Zhao Surui's horse.

Seeing that the small scene had been brought under control, Zhao Surui ordered the maid beside him: "Can you lead a horse? Take that horse and send it in for me."

The little servant girl was wearing common clothes. She was originally a servant girl in Zhuangzi, and she had only entered the second gate to serve her for a few days. When she saw "Second Young Madam" talking to her kindly, she stood shyly and said in a low voice: "I , I can lead an ox and a donkey.”

"Same."

Zhao Surui waved his hand, signaling the little maid to go up and lead the horse.

At this time, a servant who followed Xie Fengan struggled to break free from the pull of several people and threw himself down in front of "Shen Shiqing":

"Second young lady! We really came from Ning'an Bo's mansion! That is the second young master! It's your husband! I beg you to stop because of the old love!"

"Husband? Love?" Zhao Surui sneered, his expression was haughty, and he leaned slightly to look at the servant who was restrained again, "You mean I misread."

He turned his head and slowly looked at the maid servant and the farmer who obeyed his orders.

"It's dark and the lights are dark. My husband and I haven't seen each other for a long time, and we probably don't know each other well. Maybe we recognized the wrong person because we were a little strange at first sight."

People stepped aside and watched the thin woman slowly walking over.

Xie Feng'an felt that the force on his shoulders was slightly loose, he struggled, half kneeled on the ground with great effort, and glared at "Shen Shiqing" angrily.

Zhao Surui's hands were still in his sleeves, seeing Xie Fengan's embarrassment, he smiled:

"However, I really can't help seeing him now, but I remember that there are three red moles on my husband's thigh."

Hearing what "Shen Shiqing" said clearly, Xie Feng'an's eyes were tearing apart. If the light in his eyes could be used as a sword, he would kill this reckless woman immediately on the spot!
Unfortunately, eyes can't kill.

So he could only listen to the woman who had been neglected by him for seven years and said, "Take off his pants."

"Yes!"

Zhao Surui was not interested in the man's butt, turned around and saw the horse being led away by the little maid, he squinted his eyes and smiled.

Behind him, the dignified second young master of Uncle Ning'an's mansion was like a white fish out of water, his trousers were ripped off.

Of course Tu Nanpeifeng did not need to do the work of pulling off the trousers. The ones who did it were the strong men who ate meat with "Ms. Shen" for several days. They showed their skills in the competition, not only won the meat and money, He also got a job as a nursing home, and now he is taking care of Xie Fengan's two bare legs with his big hands like cattail leaf fans.

"There is no red mole on the left."

"There is no red mole on the right either."

"It's not there either." As he spoke, the man wiped his fingers on his side. "Ms. Shen, after looking around twice, there is no red mole anywhere. This person is fake! His skin is quite fair."

Xie Feng'an, who collapsed on the ground, was so sad and angry that he felt that his romantic and suave behavior for more than 20 years had been wiped clean, and tears flowed down his cheeks.

Once you have a horse, you have to ride it. As soon as Zhao Surui returned to the back house, he began to order people to search for clothes for riding a horse. When A Chi heard about it, he hurried back and found two light clothes. A robe made of light blue-faced satin imitating the style of Yisa, a set of orange-peel red short jackets, and a horse-faced skirt underneath. Achi also found an egg-blue cloak with silver buttons.

"These two pieces were worn by the girl when she went to the mountain to offer incense. Now, the girl looks much lighter than before."

Zhao Surui looked around and was not very satisfied: "Make me a masculine style, no matter the color, it must be easy to walk, and it doesn't need to match the skirt, just make me a black one. And find me a whip, stereotyped It’s made of cowhide, and it’s not too light, so you can use it with your hands. There are also boots, and make me two pairs of boots.”

"Yes." A Chi naturally didn't respond, he looked at his girl's figure, and then at the robe in his hand, planning to change the girl's clothes tonight.

Thinking about how to change his clothes, A Chi said: "Girl, you have arrested Xie Feng'an, what should we do with him?"

Zhao Surui imagined himself riding a horse in the forest with a smile on his face, and said: "That man is a fake villain, don't make mistakes in the future."

Achi nodded in agreement.

"It doesn't matter, Uncle Ning'an's mansion can't protect itself. As long as there are no ghosts here, they can't do anything to us."

Inside ghost?

Hearing these two words, A Chi immediately thought of the concubines of Xie Fengan in the backyard, and she pursed her lips and smiled:

"Girl, it's getting cold, so I should make some winter clothes. Those girls in the backyard are good at sewing. I'll pack up some cotton fabrics and send them over tomorrow so they can make some winter clothes."

Zhao Surui took a look at A Chi and nodded. Shen Shiqing's servant girls are good at writing and martial arts, and they always know that they can find something for themselves, which is better than those who just lay down on the spot when he kicks them in the hall. The trash needs to be used too much.

"Tomorrow, I will take Tunan out to ride a horse. You and Pei Feng will guard our Zhuangzi. If anyone dares to act recklessly, you can just deal with it. I will take care of you when you come back."

"Yes, girl!"

Zhao Surui waved his hand to let A Chi back down, and sat on the bed with his hair draped, and saw a painting hanging on the wall.

This is Shen Shiqing's old work, Zhao Surui found it today and hung it on the wall.

Zhao Surui thinks this painting is quite interesting. In the center of the painting, there are several colorful birds standing on the branches, all of them are lively and leisurely, and one of them is leisurely looking at the flowers on the branches, but it is in the sky behind these birds , the figure of a vulture bird was already clearly visible.

Looking carefully, Zhao Surui felt that these birds were Shen Shiqing's paintings of herself.

Just looking at the meaning in this painting, it's probably not that she doesn't know that she has been treated as a meal on the plate, it's just that she has been sleepy for a long time and is unable to struggle.

"Shen Sanwao, Shen Sanwao, I can deal with the Xie family for you, but if you dare to retreat again and again in court, don't blame me for using your head to calm down after returning."

While speaking, Zhao Surui casually picked up the silver hairpin that was placed on the case, and gestured at Shen Shiqing's neck in the mirror.

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Only one of the row of wing rooms in the deepest part of the villa is still lit.

The furnishing in the wing room is simple, only a bed, a table and two stools, the table doesn’t even have a table and chairs, it’s just plain varnished wood surface, the bed is better, although there is no curtain, the quilt covered is silk surface at least. .

The woman was sitting by the lamp on the table, holding a half-made man's coat in her hand, but she couldn't get the needle out for a long time.

No.60 Three gusts of wind passed, and there was a very light knock on the door. The woman stood up quickly to open the door, and a maid in a small coat came in.

After closing the door, the woman waiting in the room asked in a low voice: "What's the matter, what happened to the noise outside tonight?"

The maid took out a silver bracelet from her bosom and handed it to her, panting slightly, said: "Auntie, I tried my best but didn't go to the front yard. The young lady's servant girls are guarding us like thieves."

Taking back the bracelet and clasping it in the palm of her hand, the woman called "Auntie" frowned and said: "The servants who come and go, the careless maids who clean up, you have not won any of you who can help us pass the news?"

The servant girl lowered her head and dared not speak.

The woman was annoyed again: "I asked you to look for Qingying who was assigned to Zhuangzi before, but you didn't find anyone?"

"I asked the little maid who guarded the gate about this, and the little maid said that Qingying was assigned a farm tenant the year before last, and Zhuangzi was not allowed to enter long ago."

Hearing this, the woman's frowned thin willow eyebrows relaxed slightly: "When I served my wife all those years ago, I really never thought that she would end up in such a field."

She took a deep breath and vented again, her expression was not as severe as before:
"Besides this, you didn't ask any more useful questions?"

The little maid shook her head, and asked timidly, "Auntie, when can we go back to the mansion?"

Now, the silent person became Xia He instead.

It was cold and quiet in the wing room, Xia He lowered her head, thinking about her child while worrying about her future.

A sudden sob brought her back from her mind.

"What are you crying for?"

"Auntie, can we go back to the mansion? The little girl told me today that Qingying was beaten and scolded by her men every day because she had two children in a row. , was forced to kick down a fetus that had just formed, and then it would not be a human being after that, and was thrown outside in a straw shed, and I am afraid it would not survive for a few days."

While talking, the little maid who was startled and frightened finally couldn't help crying: "What if we can't go back to the mansion, Auntie?"

Xia He was speechless.

Turning his head to look at the half-made middle coat on the table, a surge of hatred suddenly arose in his heart.

The wing room adjacent to Xia He was silent, as if the people in the room had already fallen asleep.

Two figures stuck to the wall, quietly listening to the movements in Xia He's house.

"Auntie, Auntie Xia and the others probably didn't get any useful news."

"Useless stuff." Cui Jinniang cursed softly, and gathered her clothes.

"Then Shen Shiqing wants us to be honest and let her decide. I'm not as good as she wants. Tomorrow before lunch, you can find an excuse to make Xia He explode with you. The bigger the trouble, the better. You take this opportunity to go to the front yard Run, just look at one thing, see if anyone delivers food to a place where people can be locked up."

"Yes, Auntie."

The dark tide was surging in the small courtyard, and Liu Tianxing, who was sleeping soundly in the east wing, was talking softly in her sleep: "Sleeping with Sister An is more comfortable than hugging the young master."

An Niannian helplessly put her head on the pillow and sighed silently.

　Siri Zhao: If Shen Sanwas embarrass me, I will kill her!Shen Sanwa what are you doing?

　　Shen Shiqing: Sharpen the knife.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)