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Chapter 52 I Heard Qing Guan, Do You Want To Be Good? (3)

The beggar glanced at the cloth and jade pendant in his hand, he nodded, turned around and walked towards Qi's mansion.
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The gazebo in the back garden of Qi Mansion
"Miss, did you embroider this purse for my uncle?"

Wearing an emerald green double-breasted skirt and combing her temples, the maid leaned over and took a sneak peek. Wearing a goose-yellow smoked skirt, a pale yellow Ruyi moiré shirt, and combing her temples with lilies, she was sitting gracefully on a stone chair. With the prop in his hand, a smirk flashed in his eyes, and he spoke with a teasing tone.

"Little Ring!"

The woman glared at the servant girl reproachfully, she put the support on the stone table, and sighed: "I am embroidering for Anguo."

Anguo doesn't know how to be a female star, is very naive, and doesn't like He Xian, I'm afraid that he will feel more and more sad in the general's mansion.

"The relationship between the young lady and the princess has been excellent since childhood."

Qi Muyu smiled lightly: "An Guo is innocent and has a lot of speculation with me."

While the two were talking, the guard at the door hurried over, kneeling on one knee with a piece of rag in his hand, and respectfully said, "I have seen the young miss."

"Get up."

Qi Muyu looked at the guard with a frown, and saw the rag in his hand when she lowered her eyes, her pupils shrank, and she said calmly, "What's the matter?"

She picked up the teacup on the stone table and took a sip while Xiaohuan stood obediently aside, looking at the broken steps in the guard's hands suspiciously.

I don't understand why the lady's spine froze when she saw the cloth.

"Just now, the slave met a beggar at the door. The beggar handed the slave this rag, and told the slave to give it to the eldest lady, saying that it is... the owner of this cloth is named Ann."

"Bring it up."

Maybe the guards didn't notice it, but Xiao Huan, who had been observing his young lady, did.

When the guard said that the owner of the rag was Ann, the young lady squeezed the teacup tightly with her hands.

The guard took two steps forward respectfully, lifted the rag to the top of his head, and Xiaohuan took two steps forward, picked up the rag from the guard's hand and handed it to Qi Muyu.

Qi Muyu glanced at the guard with cold eyes: "Today's matter is rotten in my stomach."

"Yes."

Qi Muyu's words made the guard shrink his shoulders and nodded vigorously.

Only then did she nod in satisfaction: "Go on."

The guard got Qi Muyu's consent, gave Qi Muyu a salute and bowed his head to leave.

When the guards walked away, Qi Muyu couldn't hold back anymore and threw the teacup in her hand on the ground forcefully, and said in a low voice, "He Xian!"

There was endless anger in the tone, making Xiaohuan kneel on the ground all of a sudden: "Miss, calm down."

"Get up, go and call your brother."

Qi Muyu sat on the stone chair with a cold face, her lips were tightly pressed, and her eyes were full of cold and murderous intent.

When Qi Muhan came to the back garden, what he saw was Qi Muyu's angry eyes, and he wondered: "What made my little sister so angry?"

Qi Muyu turned her eyes, raised her arm, and spread her plain hand, revealing the golden broken steps inside: "Brother, can you see the difference between these rags?"

"Isn't this... just an ordinary rag?"

Qi Muhan's words made Qi Muyu curl her lips, and she said softly, "This is the ice silk that Fanbang paid tribute to last year. There are only three silks in the whole palace, one for the queen mother, one for the emperor, and one for Princess An. Palace clothes."

The tribute appeared in Qi Muyu's hands, so it was no small matter.

Qi Muhan restrained the contempt in his eyes, and Jun's face was a little serious: "Little sister is so anxious to ask me to come, but Princess An?"

"Brother needs to go into the palace with me to meet the concubine Xian."

(End of this chapter)