Father's Farmer's Wife: Farming Makes a Fortune

Chapter 170 The Trick of Fate ([-])

Qi Zhengyu didn't notice that Nanmenyue didn't follow, and first explained to Qingyu: "The people in Prince Shuo's mansion will not block my entry and exit, nor will they care what I am doing." Jinwang Mansion has its own, and it is close to Jidiyuan.

Qingyu nodded and admitted that it was indeed the case, but turned around to find that Nanmenyue hadn't followed: "Sister Yue'er, why are you in a daze? Let's go."

Nanmenyue came back to her senses, hesitated for a moment and followed, she just wanted to earn money with her own hands, even if she met Qin Tinghan, they had nothing to do with each other.

"Sister Yue'er, what did you think of just now, why do you look so sad in your eyes?"

Qingyu's mind has always been delicate, yesterday Nanmenyue casually said her name, and he remembered it, maybe the mind of woodcarving is so delicate.

Qi Zhengyu's unpleasant words came from the front: "She probably lost her mind when she fell from the wall just now."

Qingyu smiled awkwardly, and patted Nanmenyue's shoulder to comfort her. After observing, he found that after meeting Nanmenyue, this sick son who was not good at words, said a lot of inexplicable things, and he only said harsh words.

It was rare for Nanmenyue not to reply, but to keep her head down and walk forward. When she bypassed the corridor, she could meet people busy coming and going, and Qi Zhengyu suddenly changed into that sickly look again.

That acting skill, that facial expression, that coughing look of dying, what Nanmen Yue admired was all over her body.

Qi Zhengyu led Nanmenyue to a guest room, called a servant to bring Nanmenyue a set of servant's clothes, and pushed her into the room.

The two sat at the stone table and waited for Nanmenyue to come out. They waited, but they waited for Qi Hong to come.

Ever since the Prince Shuo Mansion was established, the father and son seemed to regard it as their own home.

"Zhengyu, why are you here? Waiting for me?"

Seeing that Qi Hong was about to come here, Qi Zhengyu gave Qingyu a hint, and hurriedly stood up to greet him, fearing that he bumped into Nanmenyue, and he couldn't explain clearly: "Go back to father, the child has a potion that you want." Ask Father King."

It was the first time for Qi Hong to see this child so eager to learn, with a sincere attitude, and his demeanor naturally became intimate. He hooked Qi Zhengyu's shoulder, and the two walked towards the gate like brothers: "Let's go back to the mansion and study again." Turning her head to stop Qingyu who was about to say hello to Nanmenyue: "Brother Qingyu, why don't you go together."

He still liked this young man who was inseparable from Qi Zhengyu.

Being stared at by Qi Hong like this, Qingyu had no choice but to trot up to follow: "Qingyu is disrespectful, I kept the prince waiting for a long time."

Satisfied with his politeness, Qi Hong wrapped his arms around Qingyu's neck, hugged each other and walked out of Prince Shuo's mansion like this.

Nanmenyue came out after changing clothes, poked her head to look around, but she couldn't find Qi Zhengyu and Qingyu at all, thinking to herself, she must have been punished by these two bastards.

Anyway, the clothes have been changed, maybe this appearance can really enter the examination institute.She rolled up the clothes she had changed into a ball, stuffed them into her belly, pushed the door out, and was just about to go out through the back door along the route she came in, but she didn't know that without Qi Zhengyu beside her, she was that Prince Shuo in this attire The mansion is like a servant.

Just two steps away, he was stopped: "You, just you, what are you doing sneakily, you are new here." Looking at the clothes, they are still new.

Nanmenyue turned around helplessly, lowering her head, fearing that she might be recognized.

"This jug of wine, take it to the prince's bedroom." The servant who called to stop her threw the wine in his hand to Nanmen Yue, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The prince of his family came back from the street yesterday and spent the whole night drinking in that room. He went to court drunk in the morning, and when he came back, he locked himself in the dormitory holding the wine mug.

Manager Fu was beaten because of dissuasion, and he is still lying on the bed at the moment. These servants take turns to deliver wine, which one is not trembling, like going to the execution ground, this will catch a newcomer to die for him, when people It was a sigh of relief.

"My lord?" Nanmen Yue asked in disbelief, holding the jug, if it was such a coincidence.

"Yes, it is the prince. You go straight along this road, and the second room on the right is there. Learn to be smart and go quickly."

Nanmenyue couldn't get rid of it, she moved forward slowly with small steps while holding the jug, this Qi Zhengyu, who suffered a thousand knives, tricked her into a trap.

"Be quick, if the prince can't drink and break your head, it's your own fault." The servant standing behind shouted at her, typically speaking without fear of back pain while standing up.

Nanmenyue had a bitter face, dawdling, before she reached Qin Tinghan's dormitory, she heard the sound of him calling for wine from inside, hearing the hoarse voice, she guessed it was a drink Quite a lot.

It was very hopeless, but she still felt distressed, holding the flagon in her arms tightly with both hands, standing outside the door for a long time before pushing the door open and entering.

The vermilion door was pushed open, and a strong smell of wine came out, as if entering a wine cellar. On the ground and on the table, there were all kinds of wine jugs, some of which had been broken into several pieces. There are also slices.

Qin Tinghan leaned on the table half propped up, as free and easy as a wine fairy, his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, blurred and captivating.

Seeing that a servant came in with a jug in his arms, he stood up and staggered forward to get the wine.

Nanmenyue just moved his body a little bit, and then he jumped to the ground and fell to the ground. It looked like he was very drunk, even if he fell to the ground, he opened his mouth and yelled: "Wine, give it to me!" liquor!"

Nanmenyue put the jug on the table, glanced at her face, she couldn't bear to see him in such a mess, what kind of thing happened to make him so depressed that he needed to use alcohol to numb himself so much.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't want to think about it, the man in front of her was not worth worrying about with a tear, even though she was thinking about it like this, tears still came out of her eyes and slid down her delicate cheeks.

Qin Tinghan stood up with his arms propped up, his misty eyes were clouded with sadness: "Don't cry, Yue'er, don't cry." He knew that he might be hallucinating, but he couldn't help but walked towards that person.

The slender and fair five fingers brushed Nanmenyue's slightly cool cheeks, wiping away the tears drop after drop: "Are you blaming me, are you aware of the choice in my heart?" He pulled the person in front of him into his arms without hesitation. He thought he would be in vain, but he didn't expect the touch to be so real, so he stepped up his efforts again.

(End of this chapter)