Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 51 Bad intentions
Ye Herong opened the curtain, jumped from the carriage, jumped down, took the bamboo umbrella handed by the groom, walked towards the shed by the stove, and met the south gate from the wooden house there moon.

The two looked at each other, and Nanmenyue spoke first.

"I don't know what is the reason for Miss Ye's sudden visit." She asked with a guilty conscience, guessing that she was here to pick up Qin Tinghan, she was from Qin's mansion, so naturally she came to pick up her young master.

Ye Herong glanced at Nanmenyue and said nothing, the hostility in her eyes was very obvious, she moved away, ignoring Nanmenyue and walking towards the bamboo house.The black veil brushed past Nanmenyue, bringing wisps of breeze, looking at her graceful body, I couldn't help but feel ashamed.

She didn't follow Ye Herong, but squatted down and absent-mindedly buried her head in chopping firewood.

Ye Herong put away the bamboo umbrella and went into the bamboo house, and ran into Qin Tinghan who came out of the room after changing his clothes. The plain cotton clothes subdued the old aura of Ling Ran, and added a touch of approachable tenderness. It was Qin Tinghan who Ye Herong had never seen before.

"Master." She called Qin Tinghan, and stepped forward, thankful that he was safe and sound, "Let's go, I'll take you back to the mansion, the court troops have already retreated." Her tone was soft, listening very comfortable.

The old lady Zhuang sitting on the bamboo bed in the bamboo house looked a little awkward. She was about to stand up and come out of the bamboo house, but the exit was blocked by that girl. She had seen this girl in black before. Yes, it seems that this young man is about to be taken back.

Qin Tinghan's eyes were covered with a layer of frost. He never liked his subordinates to act without authorization, even with good intentions. If he wanted to return to the house, he would naturally leave.

"Don't forget your identity. You are just a pharmacist, not the housekeeper of our house. You, a pharmacist, should not worry about things like this."

The words and sentences spoken by the pleasant voice make people feel cold.

Ye Herong raised her eyes, a smile floated on her blushing cheeks, she had already expected to be rejected by Qin Tinghan, if she didn't have a bargaining chip in her hand, she would definitely not come hastily.

"This subordinate is guilty, but this subordinate has good news and wants to bring it to the master as soon as possible." After she finished speaking, she leaned forward and whispered in Qin Tinghan's ear.

Qin Ting's cold eyes flashed a bit of astonishment when she heard Ye Herong's whisper, and then disappeared.

Ye Herong withdrew his body and smiled lightly, "Master, if you plan to stay here, it's fine. This is the Qi carpenter's family who went to the house to do carpentry before. I believe they will take good care of the master."

"Qi Carpenter?"

"Yes, the flower gardens in our house were all repaired by Qi Carpenter, so he knows everything about our house. A few days ago, I introduced his daughter-in-law to Yaxinju to repair the bed."

Ye Herong looked at the old lady Zhuang who was sitting at a loss, walked a few steps forward, and stared at her with her big beautiful eyes: "The so-called daughter-in-law of their family not only went to our house to repair the flower garden, but also went to Yaxin People with bad intentions can hear some gossip about repairing the bed at home."

Mrs. Zhuang's eyes flickered, she knew that the girl in black was trying to slander Nanmenyue, but she couldn't say anything to defend her.

Listening to her words, Qin Tinghan lowered his eyes, tightened his sword eyebrows, and thoughtfully, before Ye Herong could speak again, he paced ahead and walked out of the bamboo house: "Go home!" Words, with anger that is about to burst out at any time.

Ye Herong's red lips curled up, with a strong smile, she opened her bamboo umbrella and trotted to keep up with Qin Tinghan, raising her arms high to cover the drizzle falling down.

In the shed by the stove, Nanmenyue was still chopping firewood.

When he looked up again, he saw Qin Tinghan coming out of the bamboo house with big strides, and Ye Herong trotting behind him like a little daughter-in-law holding a bamboo umbrella.

After just a moment of hesitation, Qin Tinghan had already crossed the shed and headed towards the carriage, without even looking at Nanmenyue's side from the beginning to the end.

Nanmenyue looked at his resolute figure, screaming in her heart with reluctance. She dropped the hatchet and started to chase after him. Even if it was to say a few words before parting, the one he replaced would be fine. She still kept the white brocade suit and the copper crown, and did Ye Mingzhu give her back.

She had thought up her words, but she still couldn't catch up with Qin Tinghan's leaving back.

Nanmenyue's footsteps were hurried, clumsy on the muddy path, her bloated body lost her center of gravity, and after sliding a few steps forward, she fell down in embarrassment and was about to struggle to get up, Qin Tinghan Already sat in the carriage.

The curtain was opened, and Qin Tinghan saw her lying on the ground, her rain-soaked hair hanging on her forehead, and the pair of pupils on her round cheeks splashed with mud showed obvious reluctance.

She looked at him, and he looked at her.

Qin listens to the coldness in Han's eyes, even at such a long distance, she can feel the coldness, the first time I saw him bathing by the hot spring, the way he looked at her was not so chilling, then Bearing that the hatred and disgust were too obvious, she couldn't convince herself even if she wanted to ignore them.

She humbled into the mud, but he rose to the clouds with dignity.

Nanmenyue lowered her head, didn't get up to chase after her, but buried her head in her arms like an ostrich, she actually felt a shameful heartache.

Mrs. Zhuang saw her lying on her stomach and didn't get up, she thought she had fallen, so she hurried over and helped her up: "Look at you, what's the rush, you didn't fall." She didn't care about the muddy water all over her body Nanmenyue reached out to hook her arm, and helped her back into the shed.

Although her old lady is old and dim-sighted, her heart is bright. She can see that this girl is reluctant to part with that son, and she can't blame anyone. The son is so beautiful, any girl would secretly agree with her, she thought Nanmen Yuehui is that kind of thoughtful woman, it seems that she can't control her emotions and desires, she is still a mortal after all.

"Yue'er, tell me a few words, don't be annoyed, that noble young master is not something we can afford." She took a clean cloth and wiped Nanmenyue's drenched long hair back and forth. Hair, can not help but sigh.

"Mother, what nonsense are you talking about? That young master owes me a night pearl, and I'm just afraid that he will get it back if he escapes."

Nanmenyue stood up, and gave the old woman a gratifying smile, "I'll go back to the house and change into clean clothes, and you shouldn't be too busy, go back and have a rest."

Mrs. Zhuang nodded, and looked at her heavy body towards the bamboo house with some distress. It seemed that she and the old man really had to spend some time to find a good house for Nanmenyue, so they couldn't delay her in vain.

Nanmenyue entered the bamboo house, picked out a set of clean clothes, and then locked herself in the bamboo house where Qin Tinghan lived before, his breath was still warm.

On the bamboo table, the bamboo flute pressed several sheets of paper full of big characters, which were the handwriting left by him teaching Qi Ying'er to read, and the handwriting was as sharp and free as his own.

(End of this chapter)