The shopkeeper stood behind the counter and smiled as a famous lady, who settled the accounts with thousands of dollars.
The guys also cleaned the clean booth of the booth, sorted the jewelry, arranged the jewelry, greeted the guests, greeted the guests, busy with their duties, no one paid attention to her, and no one ignored her, she was completely ignored.
Song Qingyan's small face was almost black, and she was about to drip ink. Isn't she enough silver? Didn't buy the two thousand two jewelry?Didn't you deliberately make trouble, as they despised her so much?Looking at the Emerald Pavilion with a low profile, she never came again!
Song Qingyan turned around angrily, and Yu Guang saw the sapphire on the hairpin refracting a dazzling light, and from her eyes, she shone into her heart, her heart shuddered, and a kind of reluctance appeared a feeling of.
The hairpins are magnificent, and the carvings are so delicate that she likes them and is very close to her. She wants to take them off, and she refuses to leave with her hair ...
Song Qingyan's mouth curled up with a shallow smile, and her wide sleeves flicked across the booth. Tingting walked out, seeing that she was about to walk out of the Emerald Pavilion. Qin Yuyan suddenly appeared in front of her. "The magnificent Wu'an Houfu prosperously stolen jewelry in the broad daylight is really eye-opening!"
Song Qingyan's eyes flashed with confusion, so she said calmly: "What are you talking about? When did I steal jewelry?"
"Did't you steal?" Qin Yuyan whispered, stretched out her hand, and grabbed Song Qingyan's wrist: "So what is this?"
Song Qingyan's hands were clenched tightly, and a hairpin and a hairpin were exposed on the left and right sides. A brilliant blue light flashed from her clenched hands, and the shopkeeper's eyes were fixed: "That's ... sapphire Hairpin ... "
When I hurried to the booth, I saw the sapphire earrings, bracelets, and armor displayed in the center of the booth, but the sapphire hairpin was missing.
The shopkeeper ’s face was somber and terrible for a moment, and he looked at Song Qingyan coldly: "Miss Song, you disturbed my business. I did n’t care about you. You even stole my shop ’s jewelry. It ’s really bad character. See the official ... "
Seeing that the shopkeeper came striding over, she was to be dragged to the Guan Mansion. Song Qingyan only felt a loud bang, and there was a strong fear in her heart: "I was just lost in my mind for a while ... I didn't intend to steal something ... Please don't Catch me to see the official ... "
She was a daughter of Wu'an Houfu who paid a lot of money. If she was caught in the lobby for public trial and was charged with theft, she would be notorious. No matter where she went, she would be accused and ridiculed.
The shopkeeper was unmoved. He came forward and grabbed Song Qingyan's arm, so he had to drag it out ...
Song Qingyan was shocked and begged: "Please, let me go, I will never dare again ..." She originally thought of taking the sapphire hairpin out of the Emerald Pavilion as quickly as possible, looking for a The hidden place was hidden. Even if the people in the Emerald Pavilion found that the hairpins were lost, they doubted her and could not find any evidence. Anyone thought that she had not been out of the Emerald Pavilion before she was caught ...
I knew that Qin Yuyan was nearby, and there were people with sharp eyes beside her, she would never steal hairpins ......
The shopkeeper turned a deaf ear and pulled her arm, pulling it outwards ...
Song Qingyan was panicked, and Yu Guang saw Qin Yuyan and called out for help: "Princess Qin, save me ... please ... please please ..."
Miserable and miserable, crying on the verge of desperation came to his ears, Qin Yuyan felt almost hot, and waved his hand to stop the shopkeeper from pulling, looking at Song Qingyan's direction coldly: "It's not impossible to ask you to help this palace, but , You have to do something for this palace. "
"What? You said." Song Qingyan promised anxiously, her eyes bright with bright joy: As long as she is not pulled to see the official, she is willing to go up the knife hill, go down the flames, and die ...
"It's very simple ..." Qin Yuyan whispered, with a sneer in the corner of her mouth ...
At noon, not only did the pedestrians on the street not decrease, but also more and more. The guests in the restaurant kept coming and going, and the stall vendors were also selling harder.
The breeze blew, bringing a burst of food aroma, making people salivate, Murongxue stood on the street, looking around the aroma, saw a stall selling ravioli, the owner is a couple of 50-year-old , Is warmly greeting a famous guest.
Suddenly there was a feeling of hunger in Murongxue's belly. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't used breakfast, and she didn't seem to have eaten wonton stew for a long time!
Walking slowly to the wooden table of the stall, she whispered: "Old man, let's have a bowl of wonton stew."
"Oh, girl, wait a minute!" The old man agreed readily, picked up the wrapped raw ravioli and put it in the pan ...
Murong Xue was bored, with his chin on his hand, and casually looked at the blue sky and white clouds above his head ...
The thick aroma suddenly lingered at the tip of the nose. It was the old lady who put a bowl of steaming ravioli in front of her: "Girl, your ravioli."
"Thank you!" Murong Xue nodded gently.
The old woman smiled and smiled, carrying a small plate of cucumbers and a small plate of spicy dishes on the table in front of Murong Xue: "This is our old couple of homemade side dishes, with ravioli, the taste is not bad, you Slow use."
"Thank you!" Murong Xue smiled softly, picked up a small spoon, held a wonton stew, and was about to put it in his mouth. He suddenly smelled it, and there was a weird smell in the wonton stew. If there is nothing like it, if you don't smell it carefully, you can't smell it ...
Putting down the wonton stew and picking up the porcelain bowl, I only felt the rush of hot air into the tip of the nose, the strange taste, slightly rich ...
Murong Xue's eyes narrowed sharply, and someone put something in her ravioli!
Looking at the couple with cold eyes, they saw that they were plainly dressed, smiled kindly, raised their hands in the room, and showed a simple breath. They did not walk slowly, but they were not fast. They were ordinary farmers with cocoons on their hands, but It's done by work, not by a knife and a sword ...
The old couple are ordinary people. They never knew her, they had no grievances, and there was no reason to harm her. The things in the ravioli should not be from them. Who put it in?
Murong Xue raised his eyebrows and looked at the old man. He saw that he was lifting the lid and holding a bowl of wonton stew. Then, he turned around and took the seasoning ...
The things in her ravioli were probably laid down at this moment, and the person who cooked the thing was near the old man ...
Murongxue looked around quickly and saw a tall wooden board standing behind the cauldron. Through the cracks in the wooden board, there was a vaguely visible person behind the board ...
Murongxue was a little toe, and his slender body waved a beautiful arc in the air, and fell lightly to the board ...