"Have you ever heard of Jinxia Pavilion?"

Xia Moling and Xia Ziqi's affairs were all involved in Jinxia Pavilion, and this Jinxia question was brought up again and again, Xia Boran naturally had some impressions.

Xia Boran thought of it, this old woman probably knew about Jinxia Pavilion, and seemed to have mentioned Jinxia Pavilion indistinctly, but there was nothing special about it. Xia Boran's impression of Jinxia Pavilion in Mrs. Zhang's mouth was too shallow, and there was not even a trace .

"I know, I know, this old slave knows about Jinxia Pavilion."

Mrs. Zhang nodded repeatedly, indicating that she really knew.

Xia Boran was angry:

"Since you know, why didn't you report back last time?!"

In his impression, Mrs. Zhang never mentioned the word Jinxia Pavilion at all.

"The old slave mentioned it at the time. In the past, the old slave was also on duty in the prime minister's mansion. When he came back from the Biezhuang, the old slave said that in the trace of the Biezhuang, Miss Qiu came to the store where she used to buy brocade cloth. Past."

What Mrs. Zhang said is to express three meanings.

First, she knew about the existence of Jinxia Pavilion when she was on duty in Xiangfu.

Second, the reason why Mrs. Zhang knew Jinxia Pavilion was because Yun Qiuqin had already been there.

Third, when he was in Biezhuang, Yun Qiuqin, who had been looted of all his money, was still able to communicate with Jinxia Pavilion.

Is this buying cloth?

What can Yun Qiuqin buy with no money?

Not to mention credit.

Not to mention Xiangfu, even Yun Qiuqin couldn't afford to lose this man.

After Mrs. Zhang said this, Xia Boran really had an impression.

When Mrs. Zhang came back, she did pay off. When Yun Qiuqin was in the other village, she had contacts with the familiar Buzhuang.

In fact, at the time, he also thought that the reason why Yun Qiuqin had contacts with the Buzhuang guy.

It was purely because Yun Qiuqin couldn't stand coarse linen clothes, so she called the people from the cloth village to send some good cloth.

However, Mrs. Zhang's three words "Miss Qiu" shocked the people in the room.

The other people in the room are all masters and half-masters with status and status.

So Aunt Zheng and Aunt Zhao called Yun Qiuqin the Qiu family.

But Mrs. Zhang is a slave after all, and she doesn't have the qualifications to call Yun Qiuqin the Qiu family.

Because Yun Qiuqin is only a roommate now, she can only be called a girl.

Even though Yun Qiuqin didn't look very old.

But at her age, she already has a daughter who is about to get married.

As soon as the girl called out, goosebumps really fell all over the floor.

"By the way, the old servant remembered one more thing when Xiangye mentioned it today."

When Mrs. Zhang opened her eyes, she had a flash of inspiration and thought of something "very important".

"Say!"

Xia Boran's eyes were dark, as if some emotion was churning.

"The people from Jinxia Pavilion came to look for Miss Qiu that day. It was a bit late. If the old servant hadn't woken up at that time and was familiar with the staff of Jinxia Pavilion, he really wouldn't have recognized him. But since then, Miss Qiu seems to have become more interesting. The money is gone, and I buy some chickens and ducks from the local peasant women from time to time to add vegetables."

The reason why Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong were exiled to the villa was to make Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong suffer.

Who knew that Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong lived comfortably these days.

Without Mrs. Zhang, I spent money to ask the peasant woman to help cook and add vegetables.

Thinking that the reason why Yun Qiuqin's hands were loose was because of people who met Jinxia Pavilion in the middle of the night.

Xia Boran's breathing became heavier.

It's the middle of the night meeting again, and it's still like this with a man!

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