The servant girl became more frightened, and at the end of the conversation, her horrified eyes turned to the wall beside her, and without even thinking about it, she ran into it fiercely.


    Peng!


    (Peng 砰: bang; thump)


    The same thing happens again. The difference is that one person is rus.h.i.+ng forward while the other is trying to stop the person who b.u.mps into the wall.


    "I said, you don’t have to hit it so hard." Qu Taner’s little face was bitter as she touched the back of her head painfully, her eyes were about to burst out, almost seeing stars circling around her. Sure enough, it’s not a good job to save people.


    "Master, next time this kind of thing is done by the ve." Jing Xin went slowly to Qu Taner’s body and gently patted down the dust that had fallen on her head.


    "..." Qu Tan’er is speechless. She also wanted to, but her legs will not always listen to the brain’s instructions, waiting until everything is done, she regretted not calling others just now.


    "w.a.n.g... w.a.n.g fei, I am sorry, the ve is not intentional."


    "Well, ifdy Yin asks, you will say, the bowl of ginseng in your hand is what I grabbed and drank. You’re also under pressure, and you can’t take it back from me. If she mes you, you will put the me on me." Qu Tan’er waved her hand in a depressed mood.


    Isn’t it just a bowl of ginseng soup? She doesn’t believe that Yin Xiangnong will ask her to spit it out.


    "But..."


    "Nothing, just say what I told you."


    " ves don’t dare, ves fear..."


    "Afraid of what, I... Do you dare talk back on what ben w.a.n.g fei said?" Qu Tan’er was toozy to talk too much, and could not help but show a bit of face.


    (Face: in Chinese is rted to pride, honor, reputation, and dignity)


    "Thank you, thank you w.a.n.g fei!" The servant girl gratefully paid homage to Qu Tan’er and hurried back.


    "Master, aren’t you afraid thatdy Yin will really ask you to spit out the ginseng soup?" Jing Xin asked, but the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, trying to endure a smile.


    "Then ask the G.o.d of earth." Qu Tan’er caressed his chin, staring thoughtfully at the dried ginseng soup on the ground. Indeed, Yin Xiangnong wants her to spit it out, then she has to ask the G.o.d of earth to spit out. (Tan’er is being sarcastic about the ground swallowing the soup)


    "Why not go and prepare a bowl of ginseng soup?"


    "What for?"


    "Ifdy Yines and asks for soup, the master will have soup as well."


    "..." Qu Tan’er is helpless, didn’t really resign herself to Jing Xin’s thoughts, but, toozy to manage, nodding, it can also be regarded as the practice of agreeing with Jing Xin.


    Although they walked leisurely, in a corner where no one noticed. There was two lines of sight, from beginning to end closely watching them, regardless of their every move, or a word, word by word, all understand clearly.


    Before long.


    Returning back to the Sow courtyard and closing the door.


    Qu Tan’ery down on the bed, staring at the top of the bed, tired and toozy to move again.


    "Jing Xin, since the bed is in the Eight w.a.n.g Fu, then more or less people should know its origin."


    "Master, must we really search ... to search for that precious jade stone?"


    "What are you saying? "Qu Tan’er raised an eyebrow, but the meaning is clear, but she does not want to die of old age in this ce.


    "The ve went out."


    "En." Qu Tan’er waved her hand allowing her to go.


    The door of the room was opened and closed again.


    The room once again returned to calm, and the person whoy down the bed suddenly got up and shed out of the door.


    After a while, when Jing Xin came back, Qu Tan’er was already lying on the bed again and there was no change in the ce her eyes looked at.