The tiger was bullied by the dog.
Shen Yinqiu wrapped herself tightly in the thick cloak, picked up the steamed bun in her hand, looked at the tributes under the memorial tablet, and finally gnawed on the thick steamed bun to fill her stomach.
She was half full, clapped her hands, and began to squat in front of the low table to sharpen ink.
It was already past noon when she woke up, and she wrote down the women's rules four times.
Night had fallen, and the nanny outside the door knocked on the door again on time.
"Come in."
Shen Yinqiu sat on the bed and looked at the door.
When he saw the figure who was half thinner than the caretaker, his eyes lit up: "Qianguang, why did you come in?
They are willing to let you in?"
Qian Guang held the food box and felt his nose sore when he saw the inside of the ancestral hall, "Miss" She was still about to say something, but was interrupted by Shen Yinqiu shaking his head.
Shen Yinqiu glanced at the open door.
Qian Guang understood instantly.
After putting down the food box, he turned around and closed the door.
The old slave guarding the door stared and said: "What are you doing?
Letting you in has given Aunt Liu a lot of face.
What are you going to do after closing the door?"
Qianguang smiled and handed the two dozen silver coins to the hands of the two of them calmly, "The two nuns saw that I only brought a food box with me.
I can't hide anything with me now, so I just closed the door and comforted my young lady.
Just make it easier, mama.”
When the old slave saw Qian's eyes opened and his face softened, he turned a blind eye.
Qianguang closed the door, blocking the light outside and making the entire ancestral hall even darker.
She first lit the candles around her, then opened the food box, which contained soup and vegetables.
Without saying much, she waited on her master to eat.
Shen Yinqiu glanced at Qianguang and said, "Is our yard okay?"
"Don't worry, miss, we are all fine.
Qianyun is still blaming himself."
Qianguang said with an embarrassed look on his face: "Master, you shouldn't have contradicted me at that time."
Even if Qianyun will be punished in the end, as a maid What's the problem with blocking trouble for the master?
They are all willing.
Shen Yinqiu heard what the two old slaves had just said to Qian Guang.
He lowered his head and looked at the delicious and delicious dishes and said, "My aunt helped you come in."
"Miss, my aunt sent me this meal.
Her maid came with me.
Those two old slaves are very smart and don't dare to offend Aunt Liu, so they let me in to see you."
After Qianguang finished speaking, she looked around.
Due to the weather and environment, the ancestral hall was so cold that she shuddered unconsciously.
She became more and more certain that she could not let her master stay here any longer.
She glanced at the door of the ancestral hall and whispered: "Master, this time it is my aunt who has come to ask me to deliver the message.
Later, you can pretend to be sick and your aunt will meet the master when you arrive."
I said I would let you out to recuperate.
There have been incidents one after another, and it is no secret that the master is in poor health. " Shen Yin glanced at her and said, "You have to thank me for the suffering I suffered before.
If you are sick, those old slaves can tell right away.
You didn't bring any tools to do this."
"Miss, instead of copying the women's rules here a hundred times before they come out, it's better to use your own flesh and blood to plan if you don't get sick today.
If you stay here for two days, something will happen to you."
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Qian Guang said anxiously.
Anyway, She would never let her master suffer in a place like this.
If it didn't work, she would send a message back to the old lady, who would not ignore it.
Shen Yinqiu knew the thoughts of the maid she grew up with very well.
He looked at her deeply and said, "Although I miss my grandmother too, don't act rashly.
I know what to do.
Come over again tomorrow."
Qian Guang met Shen Yinqiu's bored eyes and felt very guilty.
After she had eaten, she wanted to stay with her for a while, but the old slave outside was already urging her in a bad tone.
Shen Yinqiu watched Qianguang open and close the door.
The candlelight in the room was swayed by the cold wind outside.
She sighed.
What she hated most was getting sick.
Even if she was infected with cold, it would be uncomfortable.
In fact, there is no need for Qianguang to say that she will also fall ill due to these external factors in two days.
Shen Yinqiu copied the women's rules twice more by candlelight.
Only in this way could she concentrate and stop thinking in this environment.
Today's hero Yan came especially early, probably before midnight.
Shen Yinqiu turned around when he heard the noise and watched him gradually come out of the shadows.
He happily put down the brush in his hand and came forward: "Master Yan, you came very early today.
How did you come in without being noticed?"
Wan Qiyan smiled secretly in his heart and let this girl down to eat something delicious.
She always had many questions to ask.
He was happy in his heart, but his tone still pretended to be calm, and he said very simply: "Qinggong, no."
Shen Yinqiu understood and thought to himself: The Jianghu hero is just the Jianghu hero, with a coldness all over his body.
However, she seemed to have thought of something but did not delve into it further.
"Brother Yan, are we still going out to eat tonight?"
Shen Yinqiu was still wrapped in his cloak, and she looked at him with clear eyes, and her title changed from Great Hero Yan to Brother Yan.
Because I thought I would definitely get sick if it was cold tonight, I would not have the opportunity to walk around the long streets of the capital in the middle of the night after going out to the ancestral hall.
You should cherish it even if you don't know the other person's identity, at least the other person has no ill intentions.
Wan Qiyan nodded: "You can go out if you want.
Keep these."
He took out a bulging paper bag from his arms and handed it to her.
Shen Yinqiu took it with a puzzled look on his face.
The paper bag didn't weigh much in his hand.
He intuitively guessed it should be paper or something.
Suddenly, it dawned on her that she opened the paper bag in front of him and took it out.
Sure enough, it was a neat stack of women's rules.
The words on it were 99% similar to her own font.
"Brother Yan, your friend is so amazing."
She took it out, flipped through it, and sighed again, "I wrote it thirty times in less than a day."
Wan Qiyan agreed, "The rest will be given to you tomorrow."
From the meaning of his words, we knew that his friend must be awake tonight to finish the manuscript.
Shen Yinqiu felt very sorry, "Brother Yan, if nothing else happens, I can go out to the ancestral hall tomorrow, and I can just copy the rest slowly by myself, without having to trouble your friend so much."
Wan Qiyan glanced at her thoughtfully.
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He would be able to go out tomorrow without any accidents.
He suppressed the doubts in his heart and said calmly: "No, he said that your handwriting is soft and has sharpness, which is very flavorful." , so he likes to write and can’t stop writing.”
He lied seriously, completely forgetting how his subordinate handed these thirty times of women's rules into his hands with an expression of begging for mercy and mercy.
Shen Yinqiu was speechless.
Since it was not midnight, there were still several late-night snack stalls on the long street that were not closed.
But at this time, many people had turned off their lights and gone to bed, including the Prime Minister's Mansion, which fell into silence.
Shen Yinqiu was walking on the long and desolate street with a scarf on her face.
She didn't need to think about it to know how she was at two extremes from the daytime.
The two of them first ate a bowl of lean meat Chaos in front of a late-night snack stall.
The stall owners were a middle-aged couple who were very honest.
Shen Yinqiu listened to their exchanges while eating.
Even words such as "Are you cold or not" felt warm in their mouths.
And there is most likely something behind the caring behavior of the Prime Minister's Mansion, not to mention that she has never even received that kind of hypocritical concern from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and the only one is from the aunt who has completely changed her attitude recently.
Shen Yinqiu returned the cloak to Wan Qiyan.
At this time, she was wearing quite thick clothes, but her body was always afraid of the cold.
When the night wind blew like this on the long street in the capital, she would feel a chill invade her body from time to time.
Wan Qiyan kept a step away, pulled her and put the cloak on her, "Put it on if it's cold."
Shen Yinqiu shook his head and took two steps back: "No, I have to get a high fever before tomorrow."
Wan Qiyan's face immediately darkened under the mask.
He thought deeply for a moment, but he couldn't imagine what she wanted to do.
He said with a cold tone in his tone: "You are trying to use a bitter trick."
"Yeah, Brother Yan can guess this," Shen Yinqiu said with a playful smile.
Wan Qiyan had no way to deal with her.
Seeing that she had made up her mind, she didn't say much on this topic.
Maybe we should take him home as soon as possible The next day, it's time.
Qianguang came to the ancestral hall again, and because of worry, his steps were a little more hurried than last time.
The old slave guarding the gate said angrily: "Oh, why is the second lady's maid here again?
She really thinks this is your Liuluo Courtyard and comes here every day whenever she wants."
Even though Qian Guang was angry, she didn't dare to express it at this time.
She could only say with anxious pleading: "Two nuns, my master was feeling a little unwell yesterday.
Please be accommodating and let me in."
Let’s see if the second young lady is feeling better.”
After a pause, she lost her anxiety and whispered, “The master is asking me to watch over the second young lady, so I don’t want to let the second young lady live or die. ma" The old slave is not too stupid.
Hearing Qianguang's words, he also knew that something happened to the second young lady inside.
What would happen to them?
The madam only told the second young lady to suffer more, but she did not say that she would kill the second young lady.
Seeing that their expressions were a little relaxed, Qianguang knew that the two of them had listened to what he said, and added a little more anger: "After all, the one inside belongs to the master.
If anything happens, we, as slaves, can't bear it."
It’s not” "Okay, okay, I'll go in with you."
Qian Guang was trying to play tricks inside, so the old lady decided to go in with Qian Guang.
Qianguang didn't object and knocked on the door first.
There was no movement inside.
The old woman was impatient and pushed the door open.
The fine purple wooden door opened quietly.
Qian Guang called out to Miss, but no one responded, but there was a slight echo.
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The light from outside flooded in, making the ancestral hall much brighter.
Seeing that there was no one in front of the low table, Qian Guang walked past the old nanny and headed straight for the bed.
The old grandma followed her closely.
When she saw the figure lying on the bed covered with a quilt, she said impatiently: "Okay, I'm just sleeping.
I really don't think there's anything wrong."
Because yesterday they came in and saw Shen Yinqiu sleeping and not waking up.
Looking back today, they felt as if Qian Guang had tricked him.
Qian Guang seemed oblivious and ran to the bed to call his master several times.
Finally, he gently pushed Shen Yinqiu's shoulder with his hand.
The old nanny was still a little impatient.
Seeing that she couldn't wake her up, she took two steps forward and said in a loud voice: "Second Miss, it's time to wake up.
What does it look like to sleep so late every day?
Madam, if she finds out, she will definitely find her tutor." ” Qian Guang turned around, stared at her with sharp eyes, and said in a cold tone: "My master, it's not my turn to speak to a servant like mama
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