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Soon, Mrs. Qin reacted.

The first said that she had no affair with Miss Zhu San, just a coincidence, and now she said that she wanted to marry Miss Zhu... Still coaxing?

Mrs. Qin immediately frowned: "What is going on with you and Miss Zhu San? Make it clear." She was vaguely angry, "Did she meet you privately yesterday?"

These words have been extremely severe.

Xie Zheng shook his head naturally: "Don't get me wrong, yesterday was really a coincidence." He said half-truth and half-truth, "In the past, I only thought of her as a stinky little girl, how could I meet her privately?"

Mrs. Qin's expression slowed down a little: "Then why did you suddenly want to marry her-no, you said you wanted to marry her last time. I always wanted to ask you, why did you suddenly change your mind?"

Xie Zheng was uncomfortable: "I made a mistake last time..."

Old Madam Qin looked at him suspiciously: "Are you sure you two have an affair?"

Xie Zheng pretended to be helpless: "Grandma, not to mention the number of people around me, just coping with the ubiquitous assassinations is exhausted. How can there be any time to have an affair with a little girl who is still stinky?"

Too. Mrs. Qin was relieved: "Then why do you suddenly want to coax the little girl?"

Xie Zheng covered her lips and coughed lightly: "I met her by chance yesterday and laughed at her casually when he saw her embarrassed."

Mrs. Qin: "..."

Xie Zheng added another sentence: "I just said a word, and she turned her head and left without paying any attention to me." Mrs. Qin is his grandmother, so she can't make her despise Zhu Yuan.

Old Mrs. Qin realized and said amused: "Don't tell me whether you are good or not, if you are a foreigner talking to her, she must avoid suspicion."

"Is that so?" Xie Zheng could not say more.

"Isn't that taken for granted?" Mrs. Qin laughed, "You stupid boy, you still want to coax the little girl. If you send things over, people might even annoy you even more."

Xie Zheng thought of the Liuli hairpin he had sent to him, frowning, "Don't all women like pearl hairpin and jade pendant? You can't give it away?" After thinking about it, he added, "Send it quietly, don't let people know."

Old Mrs. Qin: "...What do you want to do? Give it to it honestly. People still think you are ignorant. Do you send it quietly, do you want to harm others?" She straightened her face and said, "Such ideas are not allowed."

Xie Zheng followed the words and continued: "You can't even give gifts. If it really provokes people, wouldn't it be impossible?"

Mrs. Qin disagreed: "What can't be done? People like ours must show their favor. There are so many ways. How can there be such a destructive festival." She waved her hand, "Well, these daughters You don’t understand what you said. Let’s talk about serious matters."

Xie Zheng had to follow her: "You said."

Mrs. Qin gave him a white look: "What I said, it's up to you. It's okay, why suddenly want to marry the third girl of the Zhu family?"

Xie Zheng stroked his chin: "She is beautiful."

Mrs. Qin:...

Xie Zheng accepts as soon as he sees it: "She is suitable."

Mrs. Qin frowned: "Why do you see it?"

Xie Zheng said softly: "She is Mr. Jin Yong."

"Jin Yong--" Mrs. Qin stopped abruptly, not daring to say anything, "Jin, Mr. Jin?"

Xie Zheng nodded.

This is the reason he thought of after leaving Xu Mansion.

He must give a suitable reason, so that Mrs. Qin and even the Qin family can help him more.

Mr. Jin Yong’s entry point is the best.

"The Swordsman", which began serialization in May, has accumulated many loyal readers, and Mrs. Qin is one of them.

"You know, I am in charge of Liao Zhai. It is only natural for Mr. Jin Yong to charge the manuscript fee for submissions. If she wants to collect the manuscript fee, she naturally has to leave her contact information." Xie Zheng explained, "I know her identity."

Mrs. Qin still couldn't believe it: "So free and chivalrous, "The Swordsman" was written by a little girl? What did she think of, "The monthly magazine introduced the life of Mr. Jin Yong, which does not match her!"

"She's a boudoir girl after all, so she's a confession."

Mrs. Qin was taken aback.

Xie Zheng asked her, "Do you think it is unbelievable? The sly, ups and downs of "Swordsman" was born under the pen of a little girl.

Mrs. Qin nodded.

"I couldn't believe it at the beginning. I wanted you to help me talk about marriage when I first learned." Xie Zheng was half-truth. "It's just that she lied to someone from Liao Zhai and said that she was just a ghostwriter, so I believed it was true. Mention. Later I checked and found out that she wanted to act low-key."

"It's true to be low-key."

"And these are exactly what I like." Xie Zheng smiled, "not to mention the way she takes care of Magnolia makeup, just watching "Swordsman", you can know that she is a person with great wisdom and big mind. Such a person... is worthy to stand with me."

***

Xie Zheng was drinking tea non-stop, and Zhu Yuan's atmosphere was a bit solemn.

When Zhang Jingshu heard the news, she started asking people to inquire, always asking what was going on.

Zhu Yuan on the side naturally didn't miss her whisper, and her heart shook.

Last night she didn't have time to ask what was going on... But as soon as she had an accident on her front foot, she said Qiu Zhiyun was dead on her back foot?

Thinking of Xie Zheng who suddenly appeared last night...

What a coincidence.

She didn't actually receive much fright last night.

After all, she fainted all the way, she couldn't feel any fear or fear, but when she woke up, she met Xie Zheng, who was-

As she said, although Xie Zheng rescued her, how does his behavior differ from the criminal?

She was actually wronged...

"boom!"

Zhu Yuan suddenly recovered.

After Zhang Jingshu finished taking pictures of the table, she angrily ordered Lu Chang to do things.

Zhu Yuan subconsciously looked at the anxious younger brothers and sisters, and she almost finished breakfast, so she coaxed a few words and sent them off.

It just so happened that Zhang Jingshu sent Lu Chang away. Zhu Yuan asked hurriedly, "Mother, who is dead?" Why is she so angry?

"Qiu Zhiyun." Zhang Jingshu looked at her and said in a low voice, "It's the one from Xiaoqiu's family we met."

Zhu Yuan pretended to exclaim: "Oh my God, he is still so young... why did he die suddenly?"

Zhang Jingshu shook her head: "I'm making people ask, wait."

Zhu Yuan paused and frowned: "Wait, how did they come to our house this morning to report the funeral?"

When she mentioned this Zhang Jingshu, she lowered her face: "That family has no rules!"

"?"

Zhang Jingshu gritted his teeth and said: "That bitch, his son died, and he sent someone over and yelled to let his son rest in peace, and let someone his son likes to send him a ride!"

Zhu Yuan: "..." She couldn't believe it, "Is this family sick?" What does it have to do with her?

If it matters, Qiu Zhiyun really robbed her of her, it would be more than guilty!

"Huh! You deserve to be the daughter of a merchant." Zhang Jingshu's face was pale, "Wait until I find out how his son died, and dare to ruin my son's reputation, she must die too uncomfortably!"

Zhu Yuan:... Is her mother so good?

Before waiting for her to speak, Zhang Jingshu immediately changed her face and began to wipe her tears: "The Liu family is the most important family style. If they kill my son because of their dead star, I will fight them hard!"

Zhu Yuan's face is not good.

She still has a good impression of Liu Xinzhi, but she can't ruin her relationship!

After comforting Zhang Jingshu, Zhu Yuan herself was exhausted.

She went back to the room before she got any news.

Leaning on the couch for a while, Zhu Yuan heard Xia Zhi ask in a low voice: "Girl, last night... was it Qiu...?"

She regained her senses and sighed: "It's probably so."

Xia Zhi hesitated: "Then... how did that person know?" She remembered the things that often appeared in the house. She looked around, and the volume was lowered again. "The previous few things were sent by that person? He was in our house. How many people are buried in it?" I took one away last time. How can I still know the whereabouts of her girl and bring food in?

Zhu Yuan smiled bitterly: "I don't know."

Xia Zhi's face turned pale: "If you say so, then... the person is the one who killed——"

"Hush!" Zhu Yuan interrupted her, "Don't mention this matter again." After thinking about it, he didn't feel relieved, and said again, "Let Xiaoman close his mouth, otherwise, she will be the one who will lose her life next time."

Never let the dog eggs be exposed. He must continue to be his superior prince, and must not bear the reputation of killing innocent people...otherwise, what is the meaning of what she has done?

The summer solstice shivered.

Zhu Yuan sighed and waved his hand: "You were tired yesterday too." The main reason was heart tiredness. "I'm fine here for the time being, you can go to rest."

The summer solstice is still waiting.

"In my own home, I shouldn't worry about being captured by others." Zhu Yuan laughed at herself, "Go, I will lie down too."

The summer solstice pursed his lips: "The slave will make your bed for you."

"Ok."

After the summer solstice made the bed and went out, Zhu Yuan decisively climbed onto the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

...

Zhu Yuan didn't know how Zhang Jingshu handled the Qiu family's affairs.

She slept for a long time yesterday and spent the whole afternoon staying. Today, she is a spirited fellow again!

At breakfast, Zhang Jingshu's face had returned to normal, and Zhu Tingfang was still spiritually taught, and Zhu Yuan was relieved.

As usual, I went back to my room to spread paper and rubbed ink and began to practice writing.

I picked up the "Book of Songs" casually.

【Close -】

As soon as I wrote the two characters, the vigorous and vigorous ink characters suddenly jumped out: [Guan Guan Jujiu, in Hezhizhou. A gentle lady, a gentleman is so charming. 】

Zhu Yuan:...

[Lady Yuanyuan slept well yesterday? 】

Zhu Yuan:...

Hiss-her goose bumps!

Just finished writing Guanju, just come this sentence...

Is this **** upper body?