Qingqiu is difficult

Where can I pick up Xinyi? Fortunately, she still remembered the three survival skills of women. She sat down in the mud and started crying.

"Big brother... Big brother, how dare I, this slave, play with those dead bones? Big brother, I know I am wrong. Big brother, please spare me. I will treat you like a cow and a horse!"

As he said that, he rushed over and hugged the officer's calf. The officer shook her twice, almost making her vomit blood, but he still held on tightly with both hands. The officer became angry and drew his knife to chop her.

"If you kill my sick horse, your death will be unconfirmed!" Lu Xinyi hurriedly put away her tears.

At this point, everyone no longer doubted the authenticity of the sick horse. The officer just spit, picked up Xin Yi, and returned to the Duke's Mansion to return to his life.

On the horseback, Xin Yi showed a sly smile. She knew it was going to rain, and Xiao Wu looked like a tidy person who was afraid of trouble. He would not stay at this mass grave and find a place to hide from the rain. It was common knowledge that wild dogs were found in mass graves, and before she left, she had already scratched the face of the dead body, and the exposed skin was still mixed with blood, which was more likely to attract the appetite of wild dogs.

Since she wants the officer to believe her, she must act like she is incompetent and create trouble for the officer. The officer will want to get out of his own trouble first. In this way, everyone will want to get out of themselves first. In fact, who really cares about what the master wants?

Lu Xinyi felt that her stomach was about to be knocked out, but she still pretended to be pitiful. After a while, she vomited out a puddle of food. The officer became more and more irritable, whipped his horse quickly and took the lead back to the Duke. Mansion.

The Duke was in the hall at this time. Several officers went in to resume their duties. The leader came out and faced Xin Yi and said bitterly:

"If the Duke wants to ask you something, please clean up your face and go in!"

Xin Yi nodded and agreed meekly, with tears in his eyes, wiped his cheeks with his sleeves, lowered his head and entered the room.

The main hall was quite deep. After walking for a long time, I still saw only pillars and curtains. Finally, when I reached the end, I saw a vague figure sitting behind the heavy curtains.

Lu Xinyi stretched his neck to look, and was suddenly interrupted by a voice:

"Don't look at it. The Duke is asking you, when did you find the sick horse dead? And how did you determine that he had contracted the disease?"

The young boy who asked the question stood aside. Xin Yizhi obediently retracted his neck, knelt down and said meekly:

"Master, I found this when I was feeding the horse this morning. The sick horse hasn't eaten for several days. I didn't dare to ask. Today I smelled a bad smell. I went to check and found that there were There are many blue spots, and the slave thinks that the symptoms are very similar to the epidemic mentioned by the storyteller, so she is afraid that it will pollute the house, so she calls it an epidemic."

The people inside didn't say anything after hearing this. Another younger man sitting next to him said softly: "Since you are not sure it is an epidemic, don't spread it and make everyone panic. It's okay, go down."

"Yes." Lu Xinyi stood up and took a few steps back, then turned and left the room.

In the following days, she waited for the "sick horse" to deliver news to her every day. Somehow, although she could not see the face of the sick horse, she vaguely felt that this person had an indescribable familiarity. feel.

On this day, several maids from the laundry room next door passed by. The maids surrounding the prince asked with concern about the prince's recent movements.

Qin'er, the prince's maid, said proudly but with a shy face: "The prince goes out early every day and comes back late every day, he is extremely serious! Although he has never held an official position in the court, he has extraordinary bearing and is more graceful than those high-ranking officials. !”

Those in the laundry room said: "Yes, every time I wash the prince's clothes, I can always smell the faint fragrance on the clothes. It is different from ordinary incense. It seems to be..."

"It seems like the warm fragrance of the sun shining through the haystacks!" another maid replied. When the others heard this, they were startled at first, and then they couldn't help laughing at her, which made the maid also smile and blush.

Lu Xinyi was lying on a wicker chair and basking in the sun. The maid in this mansion had never seen many men, so it was understandable that she would be attracted to the prince. However, she had been dealing with horses all day, and it was rare to hear a few human voices occasionally. My ears pricked up.

Qin'er said proudly: "You haven't seen the prince riding a horse for hunting! He is full of energy, free and unrestrained, shooting eagles with a bow, his posture is unmatched by anyone!"

After hearing this, several maids wandered around and yearned for a while. One maid said: "It's a pity that it's hard to see the prince, but we are in the stable now. We might as well take a look at the prince's horse, and it will also be a sustenance in our mind!"

Those people readily agreed. After a while, a few uninvited guests came to the stable. They looked at the horses one by one, but most of the horses were similar. For a while, Qin'er was not sure, until she walked to the last row. Go to the stables.

Lu Xinyi was most annoyed by people chattering incessantly, so at the moment he just wanted to drive them away, so he said: "Someone just died in that Kuai, you'd better stay away from that stable!"

Sure enough, as soon as these words came out, the maid named Qin'er immediately jumped away like an electric shock, approached Xin Yi with her neck stiffened, and asked:

"Hey, which one is the Crown Prince's horse?"

Lu Xinyi didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, and added her tone, then said: "Every horse here is the prince's horse."

It was the first time that Qin'er saw someone who dared not to fawn over her. She knew that none of the maids in the mansion were missing. She nodded and bowed, begging to find out the prince's itinerary and meet the prince. However, Xinyi was not a good person.

Qin'er said angrily: "Do you know who I am? If you are so lazy, aren't you afraid that I will tell the prince that you are neglecting his horse?"

Stretching out an open palm, Xin Yi pointed to the horse on one side: "Please do it."

"you!"

Qin'er glanced at Lu Xinyi, who was sleeping soundly, and suddenly became angry, and then said fiercely: "Okay, don't regret it!"

Lu Xinyi covered her face with the book. When Qin'er left, a maid in the laundry room stayed behind. She approached her and whispered:

"You are going to be in trouble. Qin'er is famous for being petty, and the prince loves her very much. If she says something unpleasant about you in front of the prince, it will be a small thing for you to lose your job, but it will be a big deal for you to be beaten!"

Xin Yi took down the book, got off the wicker chair, nodded slightly to the maid, and sighed: "Thank you sister for reminding me, but I really don't want to get involved in such things. I just want to stay in this pure place for a few days. If today If I agree to her, I will inevitably be disturbed in the future, and I really can’t bear to do this!"

The maid sighed, shook her head, and whispered: "But the Crown Prince is always very busy, and there is a high probability that he will not care about your matter. All you need to do is not deliberately get close to the Crown Prince, especially don't be attracted by the Crown Prince, otherwise, You will die miserably!"

As she spoke, she gestured with her palms on her neck, made a scary expression, and then left.

As soon as the others left, Lu Xinyi sat back on the wicker chair, continued to cover his face with the book, and fell asleep again.

Giving up the country and the country, lowering one's eyebrows in love with beauty. It is impossible to calculate whether it is fate or calamity. ——"The Beauty Tribulation" (Dog Head)