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Xie Zheng has been staying in the small courtyard today.

While working, he waited for news from the people below—from the Liu family.

After a few months of delay, he did not expect that Zhu's family was already optimistic about others, as if they were still talking about it, Liu's family was actually looking for a matchmaker!

This is okay.

He just woke up, Mrs. Qin's movements also took time, and there was no time to arrange anything. Zhuyuan mother and daughter ran to Liu's house at this moment, he was naturally nervous.

Can't let them become.

Xie Zheng directly asked An Fu to turn out the hidden lines in Liu Siye's house and asked them to come back every half an hour to report.

The three girls entered the second door, and Mrs. Liu's mother and son greeted them in person—Xie Zheng snorted coldly. The men and women are seven-year-olds at different tables, and it's unruly to let men enter the inner courtyard to entertain guests.

Feeling suffocated, Xie Zheng thought of Zhu Yuan's body and asked An Fu: "The girl has a poor family background, what kind of tea is more appropriate?"

An Fu was stunned, and subconsciously said: "Longan red jujube tea, hot." The noble masters in the palace are about to drink it every other time.

Xie Zheng nodded: "Then let people give me longan and red jujube tea, hot."

Anfu:...

Master, wake up! Dark lines are not used like this! !

Unfortunately, he didn't count.

I can only go out silently and convey the order.

There are back and forth, news is sent, and some news is sent back.

When Xie Zheng heard that Zhu Yuan and Liu Xinzhi were sitting and chatting in the pavilion, his face turned black. Yuanyuan has seen him a few times that his nose is not a nose and his eyes are not eyes, let alone gossiping!

After an hour--

"Unreasonable!" Xie Zheng said coldly, "How did Liu Changqing teach his son?! How dare you use your hands?!"

Liu Changqing is Liu Siye, the Superintendent of the Kingdom, who is also the father of Liu Xinzhi.

An Fu waited beside him with a bitter expression, afraid to answer half a word. How can he pick it up? People talk about marriage and marry the young, but they don’t hug and hug, what's wrong with the flowers?

He didn't speak, and even the people who came here didn't dare to say anything.

Xie Zheng didn't expect them to answer either, and said with a black face, "Go on!"

"His Royal Highness, the next three girls and others will go to the small hall of the West Yard to eat—"

"How many people?" Xie Zheng interrupted him directly, "Liu Xinzhi is among them?"

The kneeling person trembled: "No, no, he only went to the small hall and said a few words and left."

Xie Zheng's expression slowed down: "What about then?"

"No, no more, the next thing is just to eat."

"Well, go ahead."

The man thought for a while and asked cautiously: "Do you want to serve longan and red date tea?"

Xie Zheng frowned: "That's when--"

An Fu bluffed, and hurriedly said, "Master, I'm having a meal, so I have to get the tea to relieve the greasiness."

Xie Zheng thought for a while, and reluctantly said: "Let's go."

An Fu hurriedly waved to the kneeling guy on the ground.

The man glanced at Xie Zheng cautiously, seeing that he seemed to be lost, he slammed his head and exited quietly.

Xie Zheng curled his eyebrows.

It happened that An Ping came to tell him that lunch was ready, and An Fu hurriedly asked him to move away to eat.

...

At the beginning of the day, Xie Zheng, who had not had the habit of taking a lunch break, returned to the study after lunch.

As soon as he sat down, he asked An Fu, "Is there any news over there?" He glanced at the sky and said to himself, "Should they go back home?"

An Fu whispered: "I haven't received any news yet--"

"His Royal Highness, there's news." An Ping at the door whispered before he finished speaking.

Xie Zheng twisted his eyebrows.

It's still the layman that morning. Seeing him hurried in, he knelt down and began to report: "Your Majesty, the third girl vomited."

Xie Zheng stood up: "What's the matter?"

...

Zhu Yuan didn't know that she was being watched the whole time. She lay slumped in Zhang Jingshu's arms, feeling the bumps brought about by the carriage walking-she wanted to vomit again.

Zhang Jingshu was very worried, and asked Lu Chang: "Why are you so slow?" After a pause, he said, "Slow down and don't be afraid. There are many people in the city, so don't bump into them." Then she lowered her head and asked Zhu Yuan, "Why are you not feeling well? Say it early?"

Zhu Yuan was helpless: "Aren't you worried that Liu's family hears the wind and is anxious to take a look?"

"Can you be more anxious than your body?" Zhang Jingshu grumbled.

Zhu Yuan is extremely wronged. She didn't expect it to be so serious...

Zhang Jingshu didn't really want to blame her, she was worried.

The noise outside became louder, and the carriage entered the lively neighborhood.

Zhang Jingshu didn't hear it right, and hurriedly asked: "Look where you are. Don't walk on Dongxing Street later. It's crowded and slow. Go around."

Lv Shang hurriedly responded, and raised the curtain to shout at the coachman ahead: "Mainland, take Dongning Street."

"Good!" the coachman shouted.

When it reached Zhu Yuan's ears, the voice was blurred a lot.

Zhu Yuan moved in her heart, thought for a while, pulled Zhang Jingshu's hand, and whispered: "Mother, Liu's family, can you give up?" While she was sick, she quickly played the sympathy card.

Lu Chang is the mother's confidant, and Xia Zhi is also an insider, and the pedestrians around can't hear the voice in the carriage... I just said it here.

Zhang Jingshu was taken aback, glanced at Xia Zhi and Lu Chang who had sat back, and said: "Are you confused? What silly things are you talking about?"

"Mother," Zhu Yuan hugged her and acted like a baby, "you think of a way..."

"I don't want to!" Zhang Jingshu was angry, "Don't you think Liu Xinzhi is pretty good? Why do you want to give it up?"

I wish Yuan a guilty conscience.

"Furthermore, let's not say that we should hurry up to set up a marriage, so as not to—" Zhang Jingshu's inspiration flashed, her eyes widened, "You, are you still unclear with that person?"

What's not clear? Well, it really is. Zhu Yuan said with a bitter face: "I don't want it either. He haunts me." In short, throw the pot first.

"..." Zhang Jingshu looked at Zhu Yuan carefully and muttered to herself, "You are good-looking, but there are many who are better than you...dignified, wouldn't it be so shallow?"

Zhu Yuan: ......Is this old lady belittling her or praising her?

Without waiting for her to speak, Zhang Jingshu glared at her again: "When have you seen him?"

Zhu Yuan shook her head hurriedly, hissed his head in the next instant and didn't dare to move.

The headache is dead.

Zhang Jingshu was distressed and annoyed: "It's OK, let's talk about it later." Can't help but rub her temples.

Zhu Yuan, who was buried in her arms, stuck out her tongue secretly.

When I arrived at the medical clinic that they used to cooperate with, after seeing the doctor, I confirmed that I had a cold, and I had some cold in my stomach, and then let me eat lightly for the next few days.

There is no major problem, Zhang Jingshu breathed a sigh of relief.

After taking the medicine, the party went home.

After returning to the house, Zhu Yuan washed and changed clothes, and the medicine was ready.

After drinking the medicine, she fell asleep dizzy. At night, I didn't even want to eat dinner. I drank the medicine again, and it was dawn.

When I woke up, the whole person was still lingering.

Zhang Jingshu made a bowl of thick white porridge, sprinkled with some salt, and then brought it to Zhu Yuan.

Zhu Yuan swallowed half of the bowl, then stopped eating, and handed the bowl to Xia Zhi.

Zhang Jingshu glanced at Xia Zhi and sat down: "Come on, tell me well, what's going on!"

Zhu Yuan:...

Where's the porridge? She can eat two more bowls!

"Don't look." Zhang Jingshu's face was expressionless, "I can't run away from the summer solstice." As a personal servant girl, she either neglected her responsibility or knew it, or she concealed it.

Xia solstice suddenly knelt down: "Madam, please spare your life."

Zhu Yuan quickly said: "Mother, I don't even have any troubles, what's the use of punishing her!"

Zhang Jingshu glared at her: "Why is there nothing? Is it possible that he can still grab someone?"

Zhu Yuan was helpless and signaled to Xia Zhi: "Go and bring things here."

Xia Zhi glanced at Zhang Jingshu, then got up to fetch things in response.

After a while, Zhang Jingshu placed two boxes in front of her. She opened them one by one and turned them over, and her expression became serious.

Zhu Yuan added in a low voice: "The dim sum sent to the mansion a few months ago was also his handwriting."

"We just entered Beijing then?" Zhang Jingshu looked strange, "When did he fall in love with you?"

Zhu Yuan said honestly: "I don't know."

Zhang Jingshu:...

"Follow these crooked ways! Our family has been looking at people for the past few months, and he hasn't said anything. He turned his head and desperately stuffed things into you... Hmph, I don't think this person is a good thing!"

Zhu Yuan shrank her neck, and even bowed her head in the summer solstice.

Zhang Jingshu suddenly realized something was wrong, and squinted her eyes and asked, "What's the situation?" Before Zhu Yuan spoke, she screamed, "Let Xia Zhi speak!" Then warned Xia Zhi, "Recruit from the beginning, otherwise, let someone come and take you away today. !"

Zhu Yuan dare not say anything.

Xia Zhi shivered, knelt on the ground, and slowly told the story of Zhu Yuan's several meetings with Xie Zheng, even Qiu Zhiyun did not dare to hide it.

When she heard that such a thing happened that night, Zhang Jingshu's face turned pale.

She hurriedly took Zhu Yuan to look at it, and said in a trembled voice: "You, are you really all right?"

Zhu Yuan shook his head: "It's okay." Then he whispered, "Look, he kills a few people without blinking. If I don't follow his wishes, our family is afraid..."

Zhang Jingshu was bitter: "Could it be that our family just waited like this?" After finishing asking her, "What about you? What do you mean?"

Zhu Yuan was silent. After a while, he said, "I want to marry someone..."

Zhang Jingshu was startled, and sighed: "You..."

"Mother, you don't need to worry too much... If you are not at ease, you should put aside the Liu family's affairs and see what regulations he is."

It can only be so.

After finally coaxing away the worried Zhang Jingshu, Zhu Yuan sat at the table for a long time.

Until the familiar ink characters appeared on the wall paintings.

[Yuanyuan, are you there? 】

She was so angry that she dragged her weak body to the desk.

Spread paper and rub ink.

[If you don’t say anything, how do I know if I’m there? Don't ask if you are or not, you are not. 】

Xie Zheng:...

Cough, seeing the familiar choking sound, why does he seem to be... relaxed?