Crossing the Nongmen: The Space of Doctor Women is on fire!

Chapter 388 Wipe His Snot on Him

Huang Guiquan, the "lackey", caught his unhappy expression and became very nervous.

"Sir, is there anything wrong? The Wang family is very disrespectful to the imperial concubine. I will order someone to..."

"Sir Huang," the blue-robed official did not give him a chance to show off, "The Wang family is a prominent family in Suzhou City. The size and furnishings of their mansion alone are incomparable to yours. And looking at the old lady's condition... Forgive my poor eyesight, I really can't tell whether the Wang family has treated the old lady unfairly."

A mocking smile appeared on Huaiying's lips. She wondered why the two brothers would suddenly be so kind as to let her move back and provide her with good food and drink, instead of trying to shut her up!

"Please remember, my lord. I am the daughter of a guilty minister. The Wang family is kind and has never treated me harshly."

Yuechun, who was following behind, wanted to speak for the old lady about all the grievances she had suffered over the years, but was stopped by Huaiying's eyes.

Some things don't need to be said explicitly, everyone knows it, and if you say them, it will make you look like you are just groaning in an effort to gain sympathy.

Huaiying didn't need someone high and mighty to pity her, because her situation was caused by him himself.

If he knew that he was not living well, it would be what he wanted.

The blue-robed official had a clear view of everything, and his heart was as clear as a mirror, worthy of the loyalty and pride passed down from generation to generation in the Huai family.

"Now that I know the old lady is well, I will report the truth to His Majesty, which will be regarded as fulfilling His Majesty's request to me."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your concern." Huaiying returned the salute with standard etiquette and an indifferent expression. There was nothing wrong with her, but one could still feel her disdain.

Huang Guiquan became more and more confused when he saw that the imperial envoy did not say much.

The talented ministers close to the emperor really couldn't see that the harmony of the Wang family was just an appearance. Could it be that the emperor didn't send people here to support the Huai family?

The chaos I saw the moment I entered the room didn't seem fake, and it even seemed like he was pushing it from behind, so there was no reason not to see anything.

Could it be that... the emperor's real purpose is to have people ridicule the Huai family?

Then why did they send people secretly from the capital and keep the news secret all the way? Wasn't it to see the true situation of the Huai family?
The emperor's mind is difficult to guess, and the emperor's close ministers will not be fooled. It's difficult!
After circling the Yingman Courtyard, the group of people returned to the front hall in a mighty procession. All the Wang family members were "invited" here. As soon as the blue-robed official entered the room, he saw an unconscious middle-aged man lying on the ground, and a twelve-year-old girl was guarding the man with tears in her eyes.

"How is this going?"

The blue-robed official asked in a deep voice, and the whole audience fell into silence.

Huang Guiquan was sweating profusely. He wiped his face with his sleeve and said stutteringly, "Sir, I don't know..."

"Your Excellency, please make the decision for me!"

Yang Jinfan raised his little face, knelt pitifully at the feet of the young official, and was determined to ask for an explanation for his father.

Huang Guiquan was startled and quickly stood in front of the imperial envoy, stretching out his feet to kick away the hands that were pulling the imperial envoy's official uniform. Yang Jinfan seemed to accidentally grab the official uniform and pull it to the side, avoiding the flying fat legs, using his body to block, and using his internal force to lift into the gap. Huang Guiquan's fat body lost its center of gravity, stumbled and fell heavily to the ground, and the ground that had just been swept was still covered with a thin layer of dust.

The officials following behind him rushed forward in a panic to help him up. Some of them tried to catch the "culprit" who caused their lord to fall, but before they reached Yang Jinfan, they were forced back by the gloomy look of the imperial envoy.

Everyone was stunned. Lord Huang was fine when he came, so how could he fall to the ground in the blink of an eye?
Huang Guiquan fell flat on his face, his fat body unable to get up for a while. The black gauze hat on his head rolled to the feet of the imperial envoy, and the blue-robed official calmly bent down and picked it up.

"Master Huang, what are you doing? Can a child hurt me? This official hat cannot be taken off easily. Master Huang, please do not let down the emperor's trust in us."

He dusted off his hat and handed it back. Huang Guiquan barely stood up with the help of two officers. Regardless of the pain in his body, he reached out to take his official hat in a panic. However, the hat seemed to be against him and fell to the ground and rolled out before he could hold it firmly.

Yang Jinfan saw a huge "red ball" stumbling to pick up his hat and was having a hard time holding back his laughter.

The Imperial Envoy is worthy of being the number one scholar chosen by the Emperor. I guess he could poison himself to death just by licking his upper and lower lips.

His words were vicious but his heart was even more vicious. No one dared to say that he dared to play tricks on an imperial official of higher rank than himself.

Huang Guiquan didn't dare to act like a demon anymore. He moved out with his silkworm-like body to pick up his hat, put it on hastily, and smiled awkwardly.

"Your Excellency is right. It was my fault for being disrespectful. Please don't blame me."

"Forget it. Considering that Master Huang is devoted to the people and is willing to worry about my safety at a critical moment, I don't mind saying a few good words about him in front of His Majesty."

Huang Guiquan was like a mute who could not speak out his pain. He stood up and obediently moved three meters away from the imperial envoy.

Are you kidding? If you can’t afford to offend him, can’t you just avoid him?

This time, even if the king of heaven comes, he will not step forward to offend others!

There was no trace of impatience on the handsome face of the young official. He slowly helped Yang Jinfan up from the ground and spoke to him as if he was coaxing a child.

"Miss, please tell me what happened."

Yang Jinfan rolled up her sleeves and wiped her face roughly, her snot and tears all over her expensive new dress. Her rude behavior made Zhang's mother and daughter frown.

A wild child who was raised in a Taoist temple since childhood, with barbaric and vulgar behavior that is not presentable, and no one knows what means she used to make the master (father) pay so much attention to her. Not only did he send expensive things to her yard every now and then, she made a mess in the mansion, but he never blamed her. Now she has even offended the imperial envoy. She is a bad star!
Zhang's mother and daughter stared at the "troublemaking" Yang Jinfan with hatred, while Wang Xian's eyes swept over the young and handsome face of the blue-clothed official with a look of obsession.

After the spring examination this year, the reputation of the new number one scholar spread throughout the Beifeng Kingdom. The number one scholar in literature behaved like a banished immortal, and the number one scholar in martial arts was so handsome that he won the emperor's praise. When they rode their horses in the streets, they attracted the favor of the noble ladies in the capital, and countless purses were thrown into them. However, the two gentlemen knew how to cherish their reputation and avoided the purse rain.

Now I see that his reputation is well-deserved. How dare that little bastard defile the number one scholar's uniform and blaspheme the banished immortal!

Before Yang Jinfan turned around, she felt two unfriendly gazes. She knew without guessing who was resentful of her, so she simply grabbed the official uniform and refused to let go, rubbing the tears and snot on her face onto the uniform.

The blue-robed official did not show any impatience, and if you looked closely you could sense that he was at a loss. Tao Suer, who was hiding behind the crowd, could hardly hold back her laughter. The benefactor's means of "torturing people" were extraordinary, and even the learned top scholar could not do anything to her!
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