After transmigrating the book, the petite villain became my puppy hook

Mu Qiaoling's resistance became more and more obvious, and the meaningful smile on Mu Qiaoxi's face became deeper and deeper.

Chu Changle took the fan from the maid's hand, as if to dispel the drunkenness.

Since most people agree with Mu Qiaoling's statement, this is exactly what Chu Changle wants.

"Okay, just follow what Miss Mu Da said." Chu Changle was very good at smoothing things over.

Mu Qiaoling felt depressed, but the princess had already spoken. Now that she was a little maid, how could she refuse?

She clenched her fists, exhaled, and thought to herself, maybe this could be an opportunity.

After all, even a lowly slave like Mo Yan could get Chu Changle's favor just now, and now Chu Changle has agreed to the maids' participation.

Presumably Princess Changle is not a person who pays attention to status.

Mu Qiaoling carefully thought about it. Just now it was because it was difficult to set the flower with the silver ring, but it was not that difficult to pass the flower with the drum. She wanted to show off properly, and now was the opportunity!

The small hammer hit the flower drum, and the sound was as fine as raindrops. People present unconsciously began to feel nervous following the rhythm.

Only Mu Qiaoling carefully calculated the speed of the drumbeat in her mind and calculated the distance between the maids. After taking the flower pot handed over by the previous person, she deliberately slowed down her pace.

Such movements were hidden under the rhythm, making it difficult for others to detect, but Mu Qiaoling happened to pass by Mu Qiaoxi's table.

Naturally, Mu Qiaoxi saw clearly those little thoughts.

As expected, the first pot of flowers was slowed down, and when it was placed in the hands of another maid, the second pot of flowers was already handed to her.

Mu Qiaoling had quick eyesight and quick hands. She thought her little move was not noticed, but she moved even faster and handed the second pot of flowers in her hand to the next maid.

The two pots of flowers were stuck together under her hands and feet. The exhausted maid was almost in a hurry before passing the flower pots on.

The drumbeats became faster and faster, and the maids hurriedly pushed through two or three rounds, finally reaching their limit.

As Mu Qiaoling hoped, the first pot of flowers stopped in front of her.

Before she could feel secretly happy, the second pot of flowers came one after another at the last beat of the drum.

Subconsciously, Mu Qiaoling freed up her hand to pick up another pot of flowers, but how could she bear the weight of the entire flower pot with one hand?

Wow!

Both pots of flowers fell to the ground under Mu Qiaoling's stagger.

The maids one after another were so shocked by the scene before them that chills ran down their spines. They knelt down one after another and kowtowed to Princess Changle to apologize.

Only Mu Qiaoling stood there blankly, his outstretched hand still frozen in place.

He looked frightened!

The previous maid immediately kowtowed and shouted to absolve herself of the crime: "Your Majesty, please forgive me. I only let go when Miss Mu Da's maid stabilized the flowerpot!"

This was obviously to put all the fault on Mu Qiaoling. Before Mu Qiaoling could speak, the latter maid hurriedly spoke.

"Your Highness, this servant reaches out to pick it up, but Miss Muta's maid has not handed over the flower pot for a long time!"

Mu Qiaoling's heart rang with alarm bells, and she was so frightened that she hurriedly refuted the two men.

"You guys are talking nonsense! I clearly handed the flower to you firmly, it was you who failed to hold it firmly!"

Her aggressive momentum scared the first maid to dare not speak, but the second maid was not willing to show weakness, but was stopped by her master's eyes.

It was the master's fault that he was not disciplined well, but Mu Qiaoxi did not say anything.

Mu Qiaoling couldn't care about anything else right now. Old and new hatreds were all mixed together. She thought she had the upper hand and pointed at the previous maid and shouted.

"It's obviously you who destroyed the flowers given by Yu!"

"Princess! There are no slaves!" The previous maid kowtowed heavily.

Chu Changle waved his hand in front of his face as if to ward off flies, with a look of impatience on his brows.

The woman was really noisy. Such noise was really a headache. Chu Changle rubbed his temples.

"Okay! What are you making all this noise about? What kind of place do you think this is?" When the maid next to Chu Changle saw her expression, she immediately understood and scolded her.

Everyone at the table stood up and bowed to Chu Changle to forgive him.

"Princess, calm down!"

Chu Changle raised his hand to signal everyone to get up, looking somewhat impatient.

"No, what's wrong with being angry? Just a few empty words can calm you down?"

Chu Changle didn't give any face to these well-behaved ladies.

For a moment, everyone was at a loss for words. They didn't know how to respond to Chu Changle's words. They had no choice but to return to their seats angrily and watch what happened.

Looking at the broken flowers scattered on the ground, Chu Changle looked at Mu Qiaoxi who was drinking tea leisurely.

"Miss Mu Da, in your opinion, what should we do about this matter?"

The responsibility for the broken flower given by the emperor originally rested with Mu Qiaoling. Since it was Mu Qiaoxi who brought her as a "maid", she should naturally bear the responsibility.

She glanced at Chu Changle's expression. Although she was irritable, she did not mean to blame him. She must have sincerely asked what her opinion was, and was not asking for an apology.

But now that the matter has come to this, she can't think of any way to resolve the situation...

Suddenly, Mu Qiaoxi felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. When she turned her head, it was Mo Yan.

"Miss, I do have an idea, it might work."

Mu Qiaoling had forgotten her identity in the panic before the table. When she saw Mo Yan coming forward, she thought Mo Yan was going to harm her.

"You bitch slave, what are you doing up here? Come down quickly!" Although Mu Qiaoling's voice was small, it still reached the ears of many people.

A lowly slave? Doesn’t Mu Qiaoling himself have the status of a “Ling’er” lowly slave now?

Mu Qiaoxi secretly scolded this idiot in her heart, but she kept a smile on her face.

"Ling'er, please don't be rude. Mo Yan is here to find a way to help. Are you afraid of something if you are so fierce?"

Mu Qiaoxi pointed out unceremoniously that there was no need for three hundred taels of silver in her panic.

Although Mu Qiaoling was anxious, he could still hear the meaning of the words. He glanced at Mo Yan, who had a silent expression, and then at Mu Qiaoxi, who had a gloomy expression.

She lowered the cry in her voice and admitted her mistake to Mu Qiaoxi again and again.

"No, no, that's not what I meant, Miss Xi..., you must help me."

Now that Mo Yan had spoken out his words, there was no feint in front of Chu Changle.

"Tell me, what is the method?" Mu Qiaoxi suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and asked calmly.

As for Mu Qiaoling, who was standing in front of the desk, her palms were already soaked with cold sweat, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably.