Chapter 123 The Trial of Daming Mansion Folding Fan Who Are You?

"There are beautiful women in the north who are left behind and independent, looking at the beautiful city and then caring about the country." I stopped the brush in my hand and raised my eyebrows to look at the familiar announcement spread out on the table.

"Bang! Bang! Pa!"

"What's the sentence 'looking at the city, and then the country', is Miss Qin compared with herself, or who does she refer to?" The figure at the door shook, and the housekeeper slowly pushed the door in with his usual mask. Hearing the tone, he seemed to be smiling, which was quite playful.

I didn't look at him. I tilted my head and pulled the familiar propaganda that wrote the poem, spread another white propaganda, sketched a few strokes casually, and said casually, "I told you, can you not use the word 'Miss'? Is it that the housekeeper of Lou has been so poor that he can only call 'Miss' when he sees a woman?

The housekeeper smiled, came to the table in a few steps, picked up my poem and sighed, "Not bad! Is it really a good handwriting~Miss Qin?"

I raised my eyebrows and put my pen on the mountain next to the inkstone. I couldn't help but raise a cup of tea and drink it lightly. "Good words and good poems can't withstand the passage of time. Do you think this person is gone? How can we talk about the fun of words and sentences or flowers, birds, insects and fish? It's just a passing sentence from the idle man's mouth. It's amazing.

"Oh? It seems that Miss Qin has a lot of complaints about my son's marriage proposal~" The housekeeper folded the poem and put it into his sleeve. "My son's order, if she can get a piece of paper and painting, she can get a reward of a hundred taels. Recently, she lacks money to spend, so I have to offend it~"

"Hmm, will the big housekeeper of Daming Villa be so poor that he has no money to spend? Isn't this a joke~" I glanced coldly at the calligraphy and paintings he put in his sleeve and couldn't help a chill. What's the bad taste of that building Qianye? Spending a hundred taels of gold to buy a calligraphy and painting with this housekeeper, it's better to draw one directly for him and ask him to give me the gold~

"Miss Qin, no matter how mysterious the Daming Villa is, it is also a place where people live, and it also needs money to make a living~"

"Oh? No wonder Daming Villa has taken over so much business openly and secretly. I'm afraid it's soft to count the money. I don't know whether I'm going to marry my aunt as a prospective princess this time. Is your Daming Villa a profit or a loss?

Unexpectedly, the housekeeper of the building played Tai Chi, "In the next man, how do you know what my prince thinks? It's just a loyal thing~"

"What a 'loyal thing'!"

I glanced at him disdainly. Looking at the mask, I seemed to remember that there was also a guy wearing a strange mask... Who was it? Um...fire...authentic...fan...fan?! Is it the masked man who took me to escape in the sealed debt tunnel?!

No! The voice is not like the housekeeper in front of the breathtaking coldness. The housekeeper is not him, so... According to the strange situation and amazing power of the fan, the masked man should have nothing to do with Daming Villa!

Well, it's better to return the troublesome fan as soon as possible!

Seeing that the housekeeper was about to leave, I quickly pulled out the folding fan and put it loudly on the table. "Can the housekeeper recognize this thing?"

The housekeeper turned around when he heard the words, and his eyes hidden under the mask suddenly shook. He arbitrarily set his mind and showed his usual smile, "Where did Miss Qin get this fan?"

I crossed my legs and sat down on the Taishi chair behind me and slowly glanced at the ferocious mask that I couldn't see many expressions. "You don't care how this fan came from. I just want to ask you, do you know what this fan is?"

The housekeeper stepped forward and looked carefully. The only exposed eyes were even more surprised, as if he couldn't hide it. "I can't say more, but you can ask my son. He is well-informed and has many friends. Maybe... Maybe I misread it..."

Reach out and play with the exquisite bamboo carving women's folding fan. As soon as you open it, there is an oncoming elegant sandalwood, which is very refreshing, as if no matter how upset you are, you can calm down at this moment...

I don't know if it's my illusion. Once the bamboo fan is opened, there seems to be a vague figure dancing on the fan. When I take a closer look, how can there be any dancing figure? The whole piece is a piece of bamboo!

I suddenly threw the folding fan on the table with lack of interest. The housekeeper seemed to stare at me with surprise, as if he wanted to pick up the folding fan, but it hindered my exploration and took back half of my outstretched hand.

"It seems that the housekeeper recognizes this fan~ Presumably, he is very familiar with the owner of that fan~ Why don't you just return this folding fan for me?"

The housekeeper took back his sight and look, and never looked at the folding fan. "This is the matter between the owner of the fan and your Miss Qin. If I'm an outsider, I'm afraid I can't be kind. Please return the fan to the fan owner in person~

Cut! They are all afraid of trouble. It's boring!

I stared at the housekeeper standing around the room and couldn't help wandering for a while, which meant that I didn't intend to leave my room immediately.

"In a few days, I will go to Xifeng City. From there, it will be the sphere of influence of my Daming Villa. After crossing the city, it is where my Daming Mansion is located, and my son will wait for Miss Qin to drive there." The housekeeper looked at the decorations on the table rack with his back, as if he was interested in the vase and swung it around on the table.

His prank made my heart sway and quickly said, "Brother... Just play. Don't let the vase fall to the ground and bloom. This inn is precious~ If it really breaks, I have no money to pay for it!"

The housekeeper smiled and finally turned to the door and opened the litch. "In this way, it's better for the girl to prepare to meet my son. After all, my son is the future son-in-law of the Qin family, and you can't be neglected~"

The wooden door with a slow reaction was closed under my almost stiff grimace. Surprisingly, I heard the crisp lock. I had to sigh. It was really a tiger and Pingyang being bullied by dogs!

Inadvertently looked at the painting on the table and spread with a bitter smile. No wonder the building stewer did not take away the painting and go to his son to ask for a reward - if the painting of his son's fiancee's ex-man is presented in front of him, I'm afraid the building steweur will not have the life to go to the account to pay the reward~ Moreover, the painting is still It's me who is called Lou Qianye's fiancee.

stretched out the pen and was about to add a few strokes to it randomly, but I felt that the light in front of me was dark, and a blue figure slipped into the room with the closed window, and the window was closed tightly with its trace.

Under the dim sight, I saw Cangxi. No, to be precise, it should be the fox's cold face against Cangxi walking to the table, staring at my painting in front of me faintly. I didn't say anything for a long time, and I couldn't see any expression.

For a long time, he moved his sleeves slightly and saw that he neatly folded the air-dried painting at a speed, folded it in half, and put it into his sleeve, which was not much different from the floor steward's action just now.

At that moment, he pointed at him suspiciously and angrily, and asked in a low voice, "You just peeked at me?"

The fox nodded, patted his sleeves, and still glanced at me indifferently against Cangxi's flat face. "It's rare for you to draw a serious calligraphy and painting. It's a pity that you don't collect it."

I felt that the corners of my mouth were twitching, so I had to sigh, "You don't have to be so straightforward. Give me some face..."

The fox rubbed my untied hair and hugged me into his arms in the posture where I stood. I took the opportunity to lean against his chest and abdomen, with extraordinary peace of mind.

The fox's voice came faintly, "How are you doing these days? That Lou Sulin is really tricky. I tried to break in several times and was blocked by him.

At the thought of the stew manager surnamed Lou, I was not angry, but I couldn't attack in front of the fox for fear that he would cause trouble in the Lou family's territory. As the saying goes, the strong dragon can't beat the ground snake. In addition, the fox's old injury has not healed and added new wounds, and the internal injury can't be well. I really want to give it to the building. Qianye's Success made the fox come to solve it one-on-one, but how to end it?

"There is no good thing surnamed Lou. Don't go tough with them and promise me." I leaned gently in the arms of the fox and whispered seriously.

After a while, the fox's sighing response came from the top of his head:

"I'll just listen to you. Don't worry about me."

"So, let me go to the street to find some interesting stories for me, oh! Don't forget to bring me some snacks to eat. You know that you always like to listen to stories and stuff food into your mouth. It's so refreshing~"

"Little greedy cat~" The fox scolded with a smile and rubbed my hair. "It's okay to tell a story. Don't think you can muddle through if you are interrupted that day..." The moment he turned to the window and walked in front of the window, his expression was extremely serious. "I don't listen to other people's words. I want you to tell me in person, what's wrong with your hand...!"

The hand holding the edge of the window suddenly loosened, and I saw his body fluttering down like feathers. When I chased to the window to have a look, the familiar blue shadow downstairs instantly disappeared into the bustling crowd.

This light work makes it really handsome! In the future, find time to pester the fox to teach me. In the future, if you quarrel with the fox and run away from home or something, just use this light skill to hide on the roof to watch the play~

However, the fox still has to face the problem when he comes back. What should he do? Do you want to show it all? The fox will definitely send me back to the south to take care of my soul. How long will it take not to see the fox?

I paced back and forth in the house impatiently. The more I thought about it, the more blank it became. Until the door lock rang again, the sultry mahogany door opened again, sprinkling the sunlight outside into a bright room. Dad stood by the door with his expressionless hand. My brother followed behind him and winked at me. I don't know what to look like.

"Rebellious girl, have you thought about it!" Dad snorted coldly, stepped into the room, sat down behind the table full of familiarity, stared at the same face painted on the table, and frowned, "Have you thought like this these days?"

In front of my father's dull question, I laughed heartlessly, "Otherwise, what else can I do? At least it shows that your daughter's calligraphy and painting can't lose your old face~"

"Nonsense!" Dad is like the roaring emperor who won the laurel of many TV series in modern times. He saw the two black holes in his nostrils. "You have to marry in Daming Mansion, and you have to marry if you don't marry!"

"I heard that although Daming Mansion is located in the desert, there is only a lotus pond?"

Dad raised his chin, "That's good! That was built by the former owner of Daming Mansion for his beloved wife who married Jiangnan. What are you asking about this?

I grinded the porcelain cup in my hand and looked out of the window at the blue figure swaying between the downtown. I smiled faintly, as if to say the most ordinary things in the world, "Go to Qingchi... I think I will definitely make Daming Mansion jump~"

"Rebellious woman!"

Dad brushed his sleeves again, and my brother frowned even more. Before he could say anything, he was blocked by the door panel blown by his father's palm wind. The lock sounded again, and it sounded a little chilling.

"Little silver."

The door was just locked, and the voice of the fox sounded behind me. I turned around and threw myself into his arms with a smile on my face, like the virtuous little daughter-in-law who was looking forward to your early return, "Where's the thing?"

The fox shook the small bag in his hand, but when I was about to reach it, relying on the height gap, he pulled it up a section and watched me jump up and down with my paws and stared at my face expressionlessly. "Say it."

What's it like to have a hot face and cold buttocks? Now I'm as thick-skinned, and I've been choked once. I took back my smile stiffly. I lowered my hand and secretly pinched my side thighs, and tears rolled in my eyes:

"What a conscienceless death~ Do you know the conch girl?"

The blue veins on the fox's face jumped, "I know, in order to repay his kindness, he turned into a human figure at night to clean up the house and take care of the house for the scholar, and disappeared during the day and returned to the corner of the conch living..."

When I heard this, I wiped my nose and tears on his sleeve, exaggeratingly and "desolate" crying:

"To tell you the truth, I will only be the conch girl who blurs during the day..." She rushed to the fox's arms excitedly.

The fox pressed my forehead at the right time, and I couldn't rush forward, so I had to wave my hands and feet randomly and instantly broke the work:

"You bastard, let go of me!"

The fox's voice was faint, "I'll let you go if you make it clear."

"What if I don't say it?"

"...There is no hope of turning over for a lifetime."

I trembled in the wind and gritted my teeth, "You are cruel enough!"

The fox raised the corners of his mouth, "Who called you my woman?"