Ugly Beauty: The Second Miss Waste

Chapter 9 Take Her Back
Qingcheng lives in the backyard of Biyunzhai. It is said to be the backyard, but it is not connected to the restaurant, but an independent place.

Clean and cool, leisurely and comfortable.

Although Qingcheng wants to live in a clean backyard, it is not so easy.

In the past few days, there have been a lot of messages in Kyoto. Although many people witnessed it with their own eyes in the restaurant that day, they could not stop the power of rumors. King Yu deliberately used his own ability to clean Lin Yazhu, causing people to spread rumors everywhere. His prestige quickly overwhelmed the defense of Qingcheng in the restaurant that day.

Most of the messages still pointed to Qingcheng, and those who knew the truth did not dare to say more, just waiting to see the good show.

Qingcheng was not surprised by this situation, it was expected as early as, and she didn't want to worry about it. It's not a day or two to be notorious, but Mu Qingcheng lived with the notoriety for so long until she died, and no one pityed her. Mu Qingcheng's death would not be so wronged if Qingcheng's body was revived for another life.

Qingcheng looked at the small porcelain bottle in her hand, the medicine in it had been used up, but it was just to heal the injury on her leg, she didn't want to move the rest of her body for now, the injury would still be useful in the future.

Shopkeeper Bitian did his duty to her, as if she was his master.

Qingcheng knew in her heart that only she was the most reliable, other people and brothers were killing each other, not to mention she only saved that man once, Qingcheng made a good plan to take the gold and leave after a few days of rest.

But I never thought that those people would find here so quickly, Qingcheng looked at the young man Bikong who came to report the news, with a very pure name.

Digesting the information in his words just now.

"Miss Mu, the housekeeper of the prime minister's family wanted to invite you out, and he brought a team of people to pick you up and return to the prime minister's mansion.

housekeeper?Pick her up?go back?

His eyes were flat and unwavering, without even blinking, he dropped two words: "I don't see you." No rejection is allowed.

Bikong obediently went down and reciprocated, and he would not ask questions that should not be asked.

Unexpectedly, as if the housekeeper had expected it, he had already barged in.

Qingcheng looked at the person, in his early forties, tall, with sharp outlines, and should have an upright image, but because of the glint in his eyes, the sense of integrity was destroyed.

Qingcheng took a look and then turned her head away, this housekeeper is not a good bird, the way she looks at her is simply despicable.

"Second miss, I am ordered by my wife to take second miss back to the mansion, let's go!" With a condescending tone, Qingcheng was angered, but his face remained unmoved. In Mu Qingcheng's memory, Lin Shan had such an attitude It's almost polite.

Qingcheng didn't even look at him, just sat on his own.

The housekeeper, Lin Shan, didn't seem to think that he was being left alone, and waved for the followers behind to come forward, "Bring Miss Er back to the Prime Minister's Mansion."

The entourage obeyed and went forward to catch Qingcheng, but the moment they pounced on Qingcheng got up and dodged aside, the entourage rushed to nothing.

Lin Shan asked the dozen or so people behind to come up together, his old face full of impatience.

"Catch her back quickly, don't do useless work."

As soon as the words fell, the sudden hot feeling on his face made him howl, a cup of hot tea and the teacup smashed his old face, and then a teapot followed, leaving the tea mixed with blood, Lin Shan looked at Qingcheng in horror. The hand that was not withdrawn.

The other people didn't expect such a situation, they looked at each other and hesitated on the spot.

"Come on, take this cheap girl back for me. I'll see what you can do." Lin Shan thought that Qingcheng was in a hurry, and ordered, "Could it be that the dozen or so people here are still afraid of a little girl, waiting for her?" Go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion to see if he doesn't teach her a lesson.

(End of this chapter)