Royal Beloved Black Wife Chapter 43

  Chapter 43 The Unexpected Incident

   "Miss! The maid is here to move!" Qin Yiniang stood up hesitantly and took the box from Chu Qianqian's hand, "Where is it broken, the maid will find someone to repair it tomorrow."

  Chu Qianqian said "Oh": "It didn't break, but a piece of paint fell off."

   Aunt Qin stumbled and almost fell over.

   A piece of paint fell off, and you beat people like that? If anyone offends you, you can't—

   Aunt Qin didn't dare to think further.

  Chu Qianqian glanced at her, pushed open the door, pointed to the wardrobe and said, "Just put it here."

   "Yes...Yes." Qin Yiniang put the box beside the cabinet tremblingly, and lowered her eyes, "If the eldest miss has no orders, the maid will retire first."

   "Go."

   "The eldest lady didn't ask how the maid was punished to come to Zhuangzi?"

   "It has something to do with me?" Chu Qianqian asked rhetorically.

   Aunt Qin was stunned and shook her head: "No."

   "Then I won't ask." After a pause, he continued, "But you can tell me on your own initiative."

   Qin Yiniang's mouth twitched, isn't that still a question?

   After explaining the fact of scratching the master, Chu Qianqian didn't say anything, she resigned and left. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he turned back with a smirk: "I'm going to the temple tomorrow to offer incense, do you want to go with me? I heard... It's very spiritual to make a wish there. Maybe if you make a promise, we can both be taken back. ."

  Chu Qianqian frowned: "Who said I want to go back?"

   Aunt Qin: "…"

   After Aunt Qin left, Chu Qianqian opened the closet, took out a pink apron and a set of milky white underwear, and went to the bed to change clothes and freshen up, but saw that the curtain that was supposed to be open had been put down at some point.

   On the bed, someone!

  Chu Qianqian opened the curtain, and in an instant, there was no one in front of the bed. There was only a large open window, and the north wind was blowing.

   But the quilt was changed, the pillow was changed, and even the black charcoal in the stove turned into a good red charcoal. Chu Qianqian was sure that someone had come.

   This person cannot be the Chu family. It would be good if Master Chu didn't find someone to dispose of her, so he wouldn't be so kind.

   Is... Mr. Zhang's person?

  Since Mrs. Zhang had begged her, it was impossible for her to do good deeds without leaving her name.

   Besides, she only left the Chu family tonight, so Mr. Zhang shouldn't get the news so soon.

   Could it be... is he?

   That night, Chu Qianqian slept very restlessly. In my sleep, I always feel like someone is sitting on the head of the bed.

   She didn't know what the other person was going to do, and tried to open her eyes, but every time she tried her best, she couldn't fully open them. She could only look through the small slits to see if the person was pressing up.

   At dawn, the dream ended, and she was soaked all over.

   "Bizhu."

   No answer.

   "Danju, it's time to change."

   Still no answer.

   "Mother."

   Still no answer.

   "Mo'er, Yan..."

   Before finishing her words, Chu Qianqian opened her eyes, glanced at the empty room, and froze.

   Aunt Qin came to look for Chu Qianqian early in the morning.

   All night, she was dodging Chu Qianqian's arrest. Chu Qianqian held a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right, and said that she would be cut into eight pieces. She was almost scared to death, and she was almost exhausted.

   "Miss Jin An." He greeted listlessly, and was shocked when he saw the red charcoal in the stove!

   When did such precious charcoal come to Zhuangzi?

   Take another look at Chu Qianqian's bed, my God! That quilt, that pillow...isn't it too delicate? It's not so good for the princess, right?

  Chu Qianqian knelt down and sat down beside the several cases, ready to have breakfast: "What's the matter?"

Qin Yiniang came back to her senses and almost forgot what she was here for. She wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth and choked up: "Miss! Look, what are they feeding us? Not even the servants. Can you give us the brown rice we eat? Even the maids are not used to it, you are so precious... so wronged!"

  Breakfast - porridge, pickles, wowatou.

  The porridge is made of brown rice, and the pickles and wowotou are not fresh. This kind of food is indeed a bit deliberately making things difficult for people.

   But Chu Qianqian didn't speak, just lowered his head and drank the white porridge one by one.

   Aunt Qin saw that she didn't say a word, she just felt a punch on the cotton, she frowned, and said again, "Miss, did you hit Mama Cai yesterday? Mama Cai held a grudge, so you deducted our food?"

   "You mean I didn't shock her?" Chu Qianqian turned her head and asked.

   Concubine Qin took a breath and rubbed her handkerchief with her eyes down and said, "If... she's shocked... she... shouldn't dare to make things difficult for us any more, right?"

  Chu Qianqian raised her eyebrows: "So, she is making things difficult for me."

   She said "me", not "we".

   Qin Yiniang didn't react for a while, snorted for a while, and said with a smile: "Anyway, let's go back!"

  Chu Qianqian put down his chopsticks, rinsed his mouth, and asked, "You said you're going to incense today?"

   Aunt Qin's eyes lit up: "Yes, is the eldest lady going with the maid? It's really smart to ask for a signature there!"

  Chu Qianqian nodded, put on the curtain and said, "Okay, let's go together."

   Although Zhuangzi suffered, he was much freer than a mansion. Qin Yiniang could hardly believe that she came out so easily. She was a concubine and a decoration. Without the permission of the mistress, she could not even get out of the door at ordinary times.

  Thinking about it this way, living in Zhuangzi is not a bad thing, but thinking of the second and third misses, that shaky heart became firm again.

   It took half an hour from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain, Qin Yiniang's leg was about to break, and she pointed to the pavilion on the side and said, "Miss, take a rest... Take a break... No way..."

  Chu Qianqian nodded, also a little tired.

   The two walked to the pavilion, where many pilgrims were already sitting on the ground, and the scene was quite lively. When they got closer, they realized that there were several talented and beautiful women fighting for tea.

   Doucha has always been the patent of the Han people. This time, a lot of Kashgar Qing people came.

   (end of this chapter)

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