Chapter 241 An angry blow, a barren courtyard

When the seventh lady heard He Ruiping's voice, she turned her head but did not take the cloth in her hand. She looked at He Ruiping sideways, picked up the corners of her mouth and smiled and whispered, "Miss He, this picking is a careful job. In case it is not good, our prime minister's face is not shining. Don't hurry, don't hurry."

After she said this, He Ruiping suddenly realized that she had lost her composure. She hurriedly put the cloth behind her, nodded with an embarrassed smile, and retreated to the distance.

She just stood still and turned her head to see Leng Xuanrong rushing towards her again.

He Ruiping's anger suddenly rushed up again. She thought to herself that it was all the fault of this village girl! If she hadn't brought me the fabric again and again, how could I have lost my temper in front of the seventh lady?

Thinking about it, Leng Xuanrong smiled with another piece of cloth.

"Sister Ruiping, look..."

"Don't worry about Xuanrong's sister." He Ruiping said to Leng Xuanrong with a cold face, "Who in this room has no better eyes than you? Sister Xuanrong, I think you are still drinking tea and looking at Jinger. Your body is just a little better. Don't be so tired.

When Leng Xuanrong heard this, she not only did not walk away, but also came to He Ruiping's side. She lowered her voice and said to He Ruiping, "He Ruiping, I'm helping you support your face. The people in this room are indeed better than me, but you can see who is really helping you? They can see that you, the future young lady, are not favored in this prime minister's mansion. With that, Leng Xuanrong sneered, "I was still a little puzzled why there was a seventh lady preparing for the wedding for my eldest daughter-in-law. Now I understand that there is no one who welcomes you from the old lady to the old lady, from the old lady, from the An Xiang Ye to the eldest son. It took two years to pick you up. Nine times out of ten, I have no choice but to..."

Leng Xuanrong's words touched He Ruiping's pain. She could no longer suppress her anger and raised her hand and slapped Leng Xuanrong in the face.

"You little bitch! What about two years? Sooner or later, I will be the young lady in the Prime Minister's mansion! It's not up to you to be spoiled! What are you? How dare you in front of me..."

He Ruiping's full anger suddenly burst out. She hasn't cursed so happily for a long time, but as soon as she said a few words, she suddenly realized the instantly stiff atmosphere around her.

Leng Xuanrong covered her face and fell to the ground. Although her face was hot and painful, there was a cheerful smile between her eyebrows blocked by her hair.

In the room, everyone's eyes focused on He Ruiping, and all of them were surprised.

He Ruiping's body trembled slightly, and those people's eyes fell on her like knives. These women will definitely spread her gaffe today and what she just said, so that she will become the laughingstock behind the Prime Minister's mansion and even in the whole imperial city. He Ruiping hasn't passed the door. Before she passed the door, she made such a big joke. Can she still have a chance to turn over in the future? Just a small mistake may ruin her life...

He Ruiping cooled from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She turned her head and looked at Leng Xuanrong and saw the corners of Leng Xuanrong's slightly raised mouth at a glance.

It's all this woman... Why? Why? What hatred does I He Ruiping have with her? Is she going to hurt me like this?

At this time, Miss Dou San hurried over. She bent down to help Leng Xuanrong and asked softly, "What's wrong? Sister Xuanrong, are you all right?

Leng Xuanrong shook her head and whispered, "I chose the cloth for Sister Ruiping. She blamed me for my poor vision... Third Miss, I'm really sorry. It's Xuanrong who has no eyesight and doesn't know the current affairs. I didn't think it would make Sister Ruiping so angry... Xuanrong... I still said goodbye first..."

After saying that, Leng Xuanrong covered her cheeks and rushed to the people in the room, and then quickly walked out of the house.

Leng Xuanrong walked quickly. After bypassing the two corridors, she looked back and saw that no one came to chase her, so she took a breath.

According to the situation just now, only Miss Dou San can come out to chase her, but in this way, Miss Dou San is staying in the room waiting to see another play.

Leng Xuanrong distinguished the direction and went straight to the direction she was most familiar with.

In fact, the provocation and beating just now were in Leng Xuanrong's plan. She still secretly thanked He Ruiping for giving her the opportunity to rush out of the house in a hurry. If it hadn't been for this opportunity, how could Leng Xuanrong break into the prime minister's mansion? It is calculated that He Ruiping is small, and Leng Xuanrong still has more important things to do now.

She came all the way to a yard that looked very deserted, which was very spacious and seemed to have been neglected for a long time. The grass grows very high, and there is only a lonely wooden building in the courtyard. Leng Xuanrong is very familiar with the grass and trees here, because in her previous life, whenever she had a chance, she would come here to hide secretly. When the eldest son arrived, she stroked a quiet piano sound.

Everything in this courtyard is still the same as in her previous life. Leng Xuanrong stood in front of the moon gate and did not dare to step in.

She wants to take a look here. This is the only beautiful place left for her in her previous life. Although this beauty has long been smashed in Chaoyang Village, Leng Xuanrong still seems to have a trace of nostalgia. In this life, she can no longer sneak here like in her previous life, so even if she is slapped, as long as she can look here again, Leng Xuanrong is willing. The hot pain on his face was mixed with the ups and downs in his heart, making Leng Xuanrong somewhat at a loss.

She stood in front of the moon gate like this. I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, she heard someone around her calling, "Miss Xuanrong, why are you here?"

The sound fell into Leng Xuanrong's ears, and she immediately felt as if she had been struck by lightning. Slowly turning around, what came into view was indeed the ice and snow sculpture-like figure.

"The eldest son..."

Leng Xuanrong's heart suddenly raised her throat. Now it's a sunny day. Why did An Pingzhi appear here?

And An Pingzhi also had a look of surprise on his face. He held an oil paper umbrella in one hand and a guqin in the other hand, without even a follower.

He looked up and down at Leng Xuanrong, and finally his eyes stayed on her red and swollen cheeks. The marks of those fingers swelled and were extremely dazzling on Leng Xuanrong's pale face.

"What? Miss Xuanrong, who are you beaten by?

Leng Xuanrong's heart pounded, and she couldn't help taking a step back and whispered, "He Ruiping..."

An Pingzhi frowned when he heard the words and whispered angrily, "That woman really has no merit..." After saying that, he seemed to think of something. He picked up the corners of his mouth and walked to Leng Xuanrong and said coldly, "Ceng Xuanrong, what kind of hatred does He Ruiping have with you and let you spare no effort to disturb her? "

An Pingzhi's cold smile made Leng Xuanrong involuntarily shiver. If she knew that she would meet An Pingzhi here, she would not come alone anyway.

An Pingzhi saw Leng Xuanrong's frightened appearance. He sighed and said, "No one else will come here, only I will come to play the piano from time to time. Miss Xuanrong, we probably don't have nothing to say. Why don't I comfort you first?

With that, he stepped into the yard.

Leng Xuanrong looked at his back, and the huge fear gradually dissipated a little. The sentence he just said, "Why don't I stroke the piano for you?" was a word that Leng Xuanrong could only hear in his dream in his previous life. Unexpectedly, he really heard it in front of this courtyard under such circumstances in this life.

The ghost was so bad that Leng Xuanrong followed An Pingzhi along the bluestone road covered by barren grass to the wooden building.

This is the first time that Leng Xuanrong stepped into this wooden building. In the past, she only looked at it from afar. Today, she came in and looked at it again. Leng Xuanrong found that the appearance of this wooden building was completely different from what she thought. She thought it would be as desolate and empty as the yard, but in fact, the wooden building was spotless and fully furnished. There are all kinds of guqin on several rows of wooden shelves, and there are several cabinets more than one person high on both sides. Leng Xuanrong guessed that it should also be filled with guqin.

It turned out that this wooden building was the place where An Pingzhi stored the guqin he collected. No wonder he often came here to stroke the piano.

An Pingzhi put down the oil paper umbrella, found a vacant seat on the shelf, put the guqin in his arms properly, then walked to a large cabinet, opened the cabinet door and took out a large wooden box from it.

Leng Xuanrong recognized this wooden box at a glance. It was the box of Guqin that Leng Xuanrong gave to Anpingzhi when he was in the Raven Green Ink Pavilion.

The Guqin made by Meilongzhi is indeed a good thing even here in Anping.

An Pingzhi put the guqin on the piano rack, and then asked Leng Xuanrong to sit next to it. He took a long breath, gently relaxed his fingers, and brushed the strings.

A melodious song is not stained with dirt.

Listening to such a song, Leng Xuanrong couldn't help but waver. Who would have thought that the person who played such a song was actually a person who was greedy for power and intend to rebel? Did you misunderstand him?

At the end of a song, Leng Xuanrong didn't know how many memories of her previous life popped up in her mind, and her heart was also messy.

An Pingzhi pressed the strings, looked at Leng Xuanrong with a light smile, and whispered, "How about it?"

Leng Xuanrong sighed and said, "The long public bullet is a good song, but it's a pity that I can't appreciate it at ease. It's really a sin."

"Crime? Hahaha..." An Pingzhi stood up, went to the table and put a cup of tea in her hand for Leng Xuanrong, and then said leisurely, "If you want to say this sin, there will always be some in life, but when you catch it, you will be punished. If you don't catch it, the past will be over."