Merchant's daughter is not a concubine

Chapter 60
"It's really God helping me, so I said, how could there be no clues at all!" Shui Jingnian jumped up excitedly, "Come on, let's go to the Embroidery Workshop to find out."

"Master, you don't need to search, the servants have already done it for you!" Ping Xing laughed.

"Don't tell me soon!"

"The shopkeeper of the embroidery shop said that it was a cartoon embroidery product brought by a village girl in Liushu Lane who had just left the province."

"Just out of the province? Little village girl!" Shui Jingnian suddenly said: "How can a little village girl know how to draw? No need to ask, she must have traveled through time! How pitiful! She must be dressed like a person who can't eat three meals a day. A poor little village girl surrounded by relatives, and then she decided to work hard and make a fortune with her own hands!"

Although Pingxing didn't know what his master was talking about, he always felt that his master's brains were too big!

"What about the little village girl?" Shui Jingnian was very excited.

"died!"

Shui Jingnian was so angry that he fell backwards: "Dead?"

"It's really dead." Pingxing was very happy, so they can go back to Tianshui! "It seems to have happened more than ten days ago. She was shocked by a horse on the road, and she was out of breath when she was sent to the hospital. Her only relative seemed to be a sister-in-law, who couldn't bear the blow and was hanged to death with a rope!"

"I do not believe!"

Shui Jingnian never gave up, and went to Spinning Color Workshop and Liushu Lane in person. As Ping Xing said, it was the cartoon trick that the little village girl brought first, and it really died!

Nothing hits harder than the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.Shui Jingnian was listless, lying on the bed as if dead.

……

When Ning Qing returned to the suburban yard, she immersed herself in the kitchen and studied her desserts.

Song Zhuo sent Ning Qing a woman in her 50s, called Mother Deng.Mother Deng made two pastries, and Ning Qing was very satisfied afterward.He decided to teach her everything he knew and let her sit in the shop.

Ning Qing was so busy that she didn't have time to pay attention to Song Zhuo, and Song Zhuo was also too busy... He was trying to get back the picture of Qianjiao Baihe!
Song Zhuo was afraid that Shen Chenggong would be suspicious if he was too aggressive, so he waited for several days before looking for Shen Chenggong.Song Zhuo was very awkward, he didn't want Shen Chenggong to know about the picture of Qianjiao Baihe, because last time he saw Shen Chenggong hang Qianjiao Baihe in the bedroom!

Thinking of Shen Chenggong watching his family Qingqing sleep every night, Song Zhuo couldn't say how uncomfortable he was, he didn't have this kind of treatment himself!
"Cheng Gong, it seems like we haven't played chess for three months." Song Zhuo said.

Shen Chenggong poured him wine with a smile: "Then let's play another round."

"Last time you took advantage of me, if you lose this time, give me a lottery."

"What does my Prince Kang's mansion have that your Prince Chen's mansion doesn't have?"

"No matter how high or low, if I win, I will take something from your room."

"it is good."

At the end of the game, Shen Chenggong was defeated!Song Zhuo excitedly ran into Shen Chenggong's bedroom to pick up paintings. When he saw that the wall where the pictures of thousands of delicate flowers and lotuses were hung was empty, Song Shizi couldn't calm down anymore!

"What about painting?"

"What painting? Could it be your painting of thousands of beauties and a hundred lotuses?" Shen Chenggong was stunned for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Hey, Song Zhuo, I just said how weird you are today, don't tell me, you abducted Did you take such a big turn just to get that painting back?"

Song Zhuohe, Shen Chenggong's mouth twitched: "If you want to go back, just say so, can you be more hypocritical?"

Song Zhuo: You don't even understand my master's hypocrisy!
"The mounting of that painting was broken, so I took it outside and went to the calligraphy house to repair it."

Song Zhuo hehehe, stood up and was about to go out, Shen Chenggong's face was covered with black lines, what's going on?
When Song Zhuo arrived at Mobaoju, he took the picture of Qianjiao Baihe in his hands, and then he was relieved and went home contentedly.

Shen Chenggong lay on the bed at night, tossing and turning, staring blankly at the empty wall. Without the painting, he always felt uncomfortable.

Forget it, it's just a painting, in the future, I will think of fooling Song Zhuo into drawing him a better one!

(End of this chapter)