Concubine Mad Concubine: Fifth Miss of the Prime Minister's House

Chapter 750 Everything is in accordance with the plan
Murong Jingxue was practicing calligraphy in the room, and since Zhan Yuanxuan left last time, she never came again.

It would be better not to come, thinking that he actually took his angry words seriously and kept saying that she belonged to him, Murong Jingxue became angry unconsciously.

Unknowingly, the subordinates increased their strength, and suddenly there was a "click", and the brush broke.

Murong Jingxue picked up the brush and looked at it carefully, with anger hidden in her brows, "Even you bully me." As she said, she threw the brush in her hand aside, and looked at her writing on the white paper. Some crooked words made me feel even more irritable. I picked up the white paper, rubbed it together vigorously, and threw it out.

Coincidentally, it happened to be thrown on the head of Qing Ning who had just entered the door. Lime was smashed right on the door as soon as he entered the door, and he suddenly felt that today's luck was really good.

Qing Ning picked up the ball that was kneaded into a ball, opened it, and walked to the opposite side of the desk, "Miss, isn't your handwriting practice going well?"

Murong Jingxue remained silent, took out a new writing brush, and grinded it slowly, "What's the matter with Da Furen?" She sent Qing Ning to Ruoyuan to find out the news early in the morning. When I came back, I thought I heard the news over there.

Qing Ning threw the ball of paper in her hand into the bucket next to her, and said slowly, "The situation of the eldest lady is more serious than what the young lady guessed. The eldest lady didn't get up until Sishi today. After getting up..."

Qing Ning was lying on the roof and quietly watching what happened in the house, remembering every word they said, and then told Murong Jingxue verbatim of those words.

Murong Jingxue had finished grinding the ink and was playing with the brush. After listening to what Qing Ning said, she had a faint look on her face, as if what Qing Ning said was an insignificant matter.

After a while, Qing Ning saw that Murong Jingxue didn't say a word, thinking that she had nothing to say, and when she was about to step back, Murong Jingxue's voice came from the opposite side, "Fei Ge passed the letter to Zhi Zhi, everything is going according to plan. "

Qing Ning paused, then nodded, and backed away.

After Qing Ning left, Murong Jingxue put down the pen, walked to the window with her hands behind her back, and watched the continuous drizzle outside.

I recalled in my mind the time when I met that intelligence.

At that time, Murong Jingxue was in the grove behind the prime minister's mansion, and Qing Ning brought him in front of her.

The monk clasped his hands together, with a puzzled expression on his face, obviously he didn't expect Murong Jingxue to find him, lowered his head slightly, and called out respectfully, "Benefactor."

The monk who appeared here is the brother of those monks in the daytime, and his Dharma name is Zhizhi.

When Murong Jingxue heard this, she just sneered, and the monk who laughed was a little dazed.

"I don't know why the benefactor is looking for the poor monk?"

Murong Jingxue raised her eyelids, and took a look at him, "You really look alike in your pretentious appearance, I was almost deceived by you."

The monk froze when he heard the words, "The poor monk doesn't know what the benefactor is talking about? In the middle of the night, the benefactor invited the poor monk to this kind of place, and the lonely man and widow will inevitably make people say things that destroy people's innocence. , the poor monk will take my leave first." As he said that, he turned around and was about to leave, but just a few steps forward, he was blocked by a lime that jumped out.

Glancing at Qing Ning, the monk clasped his hands together again, and said slowly, "Don't worry, the benefactor, the poor monk didn't see or hear anything about what happened today."

(End of this chapter)