The concubine is often fierce, the prince is too difficult to deal with

Chapter 33 Why Do You Like Climbing Windows 2
Qin Muge nodded, "There are three pills, you just need to go back and take them. Ask a girl from Qianjiao Pavilion to try it tonight and you will know whether the medicine is worth 10 taels of silver."

Rong Yao's peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, and there seemed to be something flashing in the long and narrow pupils.

The handsome face that was still tense suddenly relaxed, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Okay, I'll just trust you once today." Rong Yao clenched the porcelain bottle in his hand, and there was a bit of uncontrollable excitement in his voice.

But after a while, the excitement flashed by.

A hint of sternness appeared on Rong Yao's handsome face, and his tone also cooled down.

"Qin Muge, if you dare to tamper with the medicine... no matter who is behind you, I will never forgive you."

After a pause, he added, "At that time, not only you, but the entire Xiangfu will also be buried with you."

Qin Muge looked coldly at the ruthless man in front of him, feeling a little more sorry for the former Qin Muge in his heart.

She was really curious about what Qin Muge thought in the past, and fell in love with such a man so desperately.

"My son, please walk slowly."

Qin Muge didn't bother to argue with him, so he directly issued the order to evict the guest.

Rong Yao snorted coldly, turned around and walked towards the corridor with tiger steps.

That stride was brisk, and the purple robes all over his body rose against the wind, which really had the prestige of a "God of War".

Unfortunately, he is an inhuman "God of War"!
Seeing Rong Yao go farther and farther, Qin Muge still did not forget to tiptoe to remind, "My lord, don't take too long to think about it. I sent someone to inquire about it. It will be your eighteenth birthday in a few days."

As soon as these words came out, Rong Yao's feet almost slipped.

From a distance, Lianqiao and Si'er looked at Rong Yao's livid face, and couldn't help sticking out their tongues.

Lian Qiao turned her head and saw Qin Muge walking over briskly with a happy face.

"Miss, Master Shi didn't do anything to you, did he?"

Facing Lianqiao's anxious gaze, Qin Muge shook his head, "He has something in my hands, what can he do to me?"

Lian Qiao glanced at Rong Yao's leaving direction with lingering fear in her heart, "But just now I saw Shizi's face was livid, and it seemed that he was very angry. I won't come to trouble you again in the future, right?"

The corner of Qin Muge's mouth curled up, revealing a sweet smile.

She stretched out her hand and lightly tapped the tip of Forsythia's nose, "Don't worry, you can just go and vacate the warehouse in the backyard of Yuancui Pavilion in the past two days, then we will be useful."

Lianqiao was a little worried, but seeing Qin Muge's relaxed look, she couldn't ask any more questions.

He could only nod slightly, turned around and led Si'er to the backyard.

However, the two of them hadn't moved forward when Qin Muge's voice sounded again.

"Lianqiao, go and make arrangements first, Si'er stay here, I have something to say."

Lianqiao looked at Si'er complicatedly, and finally nodded and left.

On the other hand, Si'er looked at Qin Muge with a bewildered expression, full of expectations, as if waiting for her to give orders.

Qin Muge looked Si'er up and down, and saw that although she was powerful, her limbs were very light, as if she could be blown away by a gust of wind.

By the way, a gust of wind!

Qin Muge's eyes lit up, "Si'er, can you do light work?"

Si'er was stunned, and then smiled happily, "There are so many masters under my master, but Si'er's Lingbo Weibu is the best. If you don't believe me, Si'er will practice one for Miss."

"Hey..." Before Qin Muge could stop him, he saw a white figure flashing past his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Si'er's thin body has already swayed from the arch to the lake pavilion.

The figure was quick and crisp, like a ghost.

Qin Muge blinked again, and Si'er stood in front of her with a silly smile again, completely motionless, not even the slightest movement in her hair.

Qin Muge looked at the simple and honest Si'er, and couldn't help being amazed in his heart.

She finally knew the real meaning of Rong Jing's evildoer in arranging Si'er by her side.

He knew that he was very defensive, so he picked someone who was honest and confidant.

But Si'er is thin and thin, just like an ordinary maid, which also avoids other people's suspicion...

And most importantly, her incomparable lightness kung fu is even more astonishing.

"Okay, since your lightness kung fu is so good, I'll trouble you to make another trip to Weiyang Palace today."

Qin Muge made arrangements confidently, since it was sent by Rongjing, there is no need to use it for nothing.

"Miss, do you want Si'er to bring a message?" Si'er looked at Qin Muge in a daze, a little confused.

The corners of Qin Muge's mouth curved slightly, evoking a sly smile. "Go and tell King Weiyang that I want to borrow money from him!"

【Weiyang Palace】

In the Nuan Pavilion by the lake of Weiyang Prince's Mansion, incense is wafting at this moment.

The warm wind from the lake blows the tulle around the Nuan Pavilion, and a light and pleasant fragrance of green bamboo spreads in all directions.

At this moment, Wang Rongjing of Weiyang was wearing a crescent white uniform and half leaning on the hibiscus couch in the middle of the warm pavilion.

And around the hibiscus couch, two maids with excellent figure and good looks were half kneeling on the ground, feeding Rongjing cherries with their own hands.

The cherries are red and juicy, and they were urgently transported from outside the customs for eight hundred miles.

After the queen ate it once, she rewarded King Weiyang with a plate every day.

The prince was no longer interested after eating a few, but he didn't know that the exhausted horses along the way had piled up into a hill.

But at this moment, Si'er was standing solemnly outside the Nuan Pavilion.

Through the billowing veil, he stared blankly at the master who looked like a banished fairy inside.

Rong Jing's lazy eyes lightly glanced at Si'er outside, and his thin lips, which were as pale as water, gently lifted.

"She really said that?"

Si'er stared at Rongjing intently and nodded vigorously.

"Hmph, this stupid woman dares to borrow money from the hall before she has earned any money?"

A playfulness flashed in Rong Jing's lazy and blurred eyes.

With a light flick of her white hand, the fresh cherry that the maid handed to her lips was blocked.

The two extremely beautiful maids understood, got up obediently, and retreated out of the warm pavilion half kneeling.

"Although this woman is ugly, she is a bit ugly, but she is courageous and has a lot of tricks."

The corner of Rong Jing's mouth twitched, and a smile appeared on his beautiful face.

He stood up sharply, and the ink-blue python on the black and white robe was vivid, just like the eagerness in his eyes.

"Did she say anything else?"

Si'er was startled, and took out a letter from his bosom.

Nan Zhen, who was standing outside the Nuan Pavilion, stepped forward knowingly, and handed the letter to Rong Jing.

The white, plain hand caressed the high-quality letter paper. The flowing, but majestic font on it made the corners of his eyebrows slightly raised.

Unexpectedly, this woman could still write well.

His gaze glides over the lines of cursive script, and the light in those deep eyes shines brighter and brighter.

The arc of the thin lips became more and more obvious, and it was not until after reading the letter that Rong Jing couldn't help but chuckled.

Nanzhen was curious, but she was no more straightforward than Si'er.

"Master, what exactly did Miss write?" Si'er didn't understand the rules, so he opened his mouth and asked.

If it were someone else, he would have been slapped by Rong Jing at this time and would have died.

However, Rong Jing's subordinates never support idlers.

Moreover, the people he raises are all obedient to his original personality, and the tightness is suitable, so that their strengths and strengths can be maximized.

Therefore, facing Si'er's talkative questioning, instead of being angry, Rong Jing said cheerfully, "The letter said that Rong Yao has gotten into a big trouble!"

Faced with Rong Jing's bull-headed and horse-mouthed answer, Si'er was at a loss.

On the contrary, the corner of Rongjing's mouth raised, and he turned around and walked out of the Nuan Pavilion.

"Nan Zhen, bring the private seal of our hall, and let's meet Si'er's new master."

Nan Zhen was startled, and her face turned pale.

She paused for a moment, but finally said bravely, "Master, you forgot that you left the seal for young master Ruji."

Nan Zhen's words were gentle and slow, perhaps no ups and downs could be heard in the ears of outsiders.

But Rong Jing was not an ordinary person, his steps stopped, and his lazy eyes swept over Nan Zhen's body lightly.

At that glance, it seemed that there was no emotion, but it made Nan Zhen's scalp go numb, as if she was wrapped around her neck by a poisonous snake.

Beads of sweat suddenly appeared at this moment.

"The servant deserves to die, the servant has overstepped."

Nan Zhen knelt down on the ground with a "plop", only to feel that the blood all over her body suddenly rushed to her forehead backwards, and her limbs began to become cold.

There was still a bit of a smile on Rong Jing's face, as if nothing had changed.

But those who are familiar with him will know that his smile is not as pure as before, but it is a bit more chill and false.

"Since you know that you have surpassed, then you don't need to be reminded by the hall about what to do next?"

Rong Jing didn't even look at Nan Zhen, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Only one sentence, "Tell Su Mu to come here immediately with the private seal of the hall" was left for Nan Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground and her whole back was already wet with sweat.

It wasn't until the sound of Rong Jing's footsteps completely disappeared that Nan Zhen felt that oppressive aura like a poisonous snake spread from her body.

She reluctantly took a breath, only to realize that her entire body had lost all strength, and she could only lie limp on the ground.

What the master said just now was to ask her to go to the Cun Cao Hall to receive the punishment.

Fifty lashes will inevitably result in bruises.

However, compared with the way Grandpa usually treats others, this is already considered a mercy.

Nan Zhen bit her lower lip tightly, and slowly propped herself up, only to realize that her palms were already soaked.

It's not going to work like this, the prince's heart will definitely be hooked by Qin Muge.

No, she had to take action.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhen felt that the strength under her feet had recovered a little.

She got up, went back to the room and quickly wrote a short message, which was sent out, and then went to the Cun Thatched Cottage unhurriedly.

【Xiangfu】

After Rong Yao left, the Prime Minister's Mansion returned to its former calm.

Qin Muge propped his chin and leaned against the railing on the second floor.

A white and slender plain hand subconsciously hooked up the plum blossom net hanging around his waist, and fiddled with it carefully.

A pair of clear eyes were also looking at the Huxin Pavilion in a daze.

That day, after leading himself to listen to the corner, the silver-haired boy threw himself back to Yuancui Pavilion and disappeared.

Even when he asked what his name was, he turned a deaf ear to it.

A pair of deep blue pupils appeared in his mind, and Qin Muge subconsciously looked down at the object in his hand.

She wrapped the dazzling night pearl with plum blossom nets, covering up its own brilliance.

Qin Muge's eyes flashed, he turned around and ran into the boudoir, and found a pair of scissors from the dressing table.

(End of this chapter)