Hilarious Pampered Consort: Lord I Will Wait for Your Divorce Chapter 68: Hope, disappointment, despair 3

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The maid became even more panicked, and at the end of her words, her horrified eyes turned to the wall beside her, and without even thinking, she slammed directly against it.

Bang!

The same situation occurs again, but the difference is that one person is bumping forward, while the other is trying to stop the person who hits the wall.

"I said, you don't have to hit it so hard." Qu Tan'er touched the back of her head painfully. It hurt so much that stars almost appeared in her eyes. Sure enough, the job of rescuing people was really good. Not an ordinary good thing.

"Master, next time this kind of thing would be better done by a slave." Jing Xin walked up to Qu Tan'er unhurriedly and gently patted off the mud dust that fell on her head.

"..." Qu Tan'er was speechless. She also wanted to, but her feet always didn't listen to her brain's instructions, and when the thing was done, she remembered to regret why she didn't call others just now.

"King...Princess, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

"Okay, if Mrs. Yin asks, just tell me that I took the bowl of ginseng soup in your hand and drank it. You were forced too, and you couldn't take it from me. If she blames , just blame it on me." Qu Tan'er waved his hands dejectedly.

Isn’t it just a bowl of ginseng soup? She didn’t believe that Yin Xiangnong would tell her to spit it out.

"But..."

"No more choices, just do what I want."

"I dare not, I am afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? How dare you talk back to what I...the princess said?" Qu Tan'er was too lazy to be wordy and couldn't help but put on a face.

"Thank you, Princess!" The maid bowed to Qu Tan'er with great gratitude and hurried back.

"Master, aren't you afraid that Mrs. Yin will really ask you to spit out the ginseng soup?" Jing Xin asked, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, trying to hold back a smile.

"Then you have to ask the father-in-law of the land." Qu Tan'er stroked his chin and stared thoughtfully at the almost dry ginseng soup on the ground. Indeed, if Yin Xiangnong wanted her to vomit it out, then she would have to ask the father-in-law to vomit it out.

"Why don't you prepare a bowl of ginseng soup?"

"What to do?"

"If Mrs. Yin comes over and asks for soup, the master will also have soup so he can return it."

"..." Qu Tan'er had no choice but to admit that he didn't have Jing Xin's thoughts, and he was too lazy to care about it. He nodded, which was regarded as agreeing with Jing Xin's approach.

Although the two walked leisurely, no one noticed that there were two eyes in the corner, staring at them from the beginning to the end, no matter their every move or word, Every word is missed, everything is understood clearly.

Not long.

Go back to the snowy courtyard and close the door.

Qu Tan'er lay down on the bed, staring at the top of the bed, too tired to even move.

"Jing Xin, since that bed is in the Eighth Prince's Mansion, there must be someone who knows its origin."

"Master, don't you really have to look for... that kind of jade?"

"What do you think?" Qu Tan'er raised her eyebrows. Her meaning was clear. She didn't want to die in this place.

"The slave is out."

"Yes." Qu Tan'er waved her hand and let her go.

The door to the room opened and closed again.

The room returned to calm again, but the person who lay down on the bed suddenly stood up quickly and quickly walked out of the door.

Not long after, when Jing Xin came back, Qu Tan'er was already lying on the bed motionless, and even the place where his eyes were looking had not changed.