Qing Lingyi's body reacted faster than her brain. She took a big step back very quickly and narrowly avoided the edge of the sword.
Taking a closer look, an unfamiliar young guard, Heng Jian, said with a cold face: "The general is discussing matters, no entry."
Qing Lingyi's back injury from a fall today has not healed yet, and she didn't even apply any medicine. When she moved like this, it pulled her and caused excruciating pain.
A thin layer of sweat formed on her forehead, and she forced herself to lift the tray: "This is what the general wants to eat."
The guard turned a deaf ear and emphasized in a more serious tone: "The general is in the middle of a discussion, and if other people come in without permission, shoot them without mercy!"
“……”
Qing Lingyi wanted to argue, but quickly calmed down.
In fact, the guard was right.
For Cheng Yang, business matters were more important, and she and food were not worth mentioning.
Because he is Cheng Yang, the second prime minister of the West, not her mother Qing Yan.
General Qing regards her as the apple of his eye, but Cheng Yang does not.
This realization made Qing Lingyi feel sad for a moment. In addition, she was too tired today, her back hurt, and her whole body was shaking.
She couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Then I'll go back first..."
"lady!"
Wu Liang's voice sounded from behind.
He came back from outside, saw her, and smiled: "Why are you here?"
Qing Lingyi gestured to the tray: "Send food to the general."
Wu Liang glanced at the plate of dried meat, and his mouth began to salivate.
He swallowed and asked, "Then why don't you go in?"
Qing Lingyi whispered: "He is busy, I don't want to disturb him."
Wu Liang burst into tears, Madam is so sensible!
"Here," Qing Lingyi's lips turned white and she used her last bit of strength to hand the tray to him. "You take it to the general for me. I'm going back to rest."
"Oh, okay." Wu Liang caught it.
Qing Lingyi turned around and left.
Wu Liang later realized that his wife looked very bad today. Looking at her back, she felt thinner than the previous few days.
He was speechless and limped into the study.
Cheng Yang was assigning tasks to his subordinates. He smelled the aroma of wine and meat, and involuntarily sped up his speech, and finally said: "Nothing should be lost."
"yes."
"Everyone, go down."
"Yes." Everyone retreated in an orderly manner.
The business came to an end. Cheng Yang raised his eyes, but did not see Qing Lingyi.
Wu Liang stepped forward and said, "General, this is from my wife."
Cheng Yang frowned: "Where is she?"
"Madam said that it is not inconvenient to disturb the general's discussion, so she is going to rest first. Besides, Vice General Si's young apprentice is guarding the door. Who can come in." Wu Liang put the tray on the desk.
Cheng Yang looked at the dried meat on the plate and frowned a little tighter.
He doesn't want to eat this.
Wu Liang saw his emotions and advised: "After all, my wife is so happy, General, just take a bite. Besides, this dried meat must be very delicious."
Cheng Yang sneered: "It sounds nice, why don't you eat it instead?"
Wu Liang:......
Wu Liang: You think I don’t want to!
Cheng Yang looked dismissive, but he took the initiative to pick up the chopsticks.
He picked up a piece of dried meat and put it in his mouth.
The pork is rich in flavor, moderately salty, and extremely chewy, with hints of spiciness adding to the icing on the cake.
Cheng Yang was in a daze for a moment.
He remembered what she had said: "Don't look disgusted. The dried meat I make is more delicious than the fresh meat made by others. Just enjoy it if you can taste it."
She wasn't bragging.
After eating the dried meat, Cheng Yang noticed the fragrance of rose apples in the small pot next to him, which smelled like the wine made by his mother.
He picked it up and took a sip.
I don’t know what else she added to it, but the wine taste is not that strong, slightly sour, and slightly sweet, which just right dilutes the greasy taste of the dried meat.
"General, what do you think?" Wu Liang stared at the dried meat, his thoughts written all over his face.
Cheng Yang took another sip of wine, "Want it?"
"Then why are you embarrassed..."
Wu Liang scratched his head and made a swallowing motion, "But, if you want to give it, general, I can have a piece."
Cheng Yang even laughed: "Wu Liang, you started dreaming before you fell asleep?"
Wu Liang knew there was no chance.
He lowered his head, quite disappointed.
"De Xing," Cheng Yang sneered, "If you really want to eat it, ask Qing Lingyi for it. She will definitely give it to you."
"You can't ask Madam for everything. I think she has lost weight because of her busy schedule these days." Wu Liang was dejected.
Cheng Yang raised his eyebrows, have you lost weight?
Wu Liang sighed and got down to business: "By the way, General, Jiang Yizhou is here again."
Cheng Yang frowned: "Again?"
He came once at noon and drove away, but unexpectedly came again at night.
Wu Liang also felt annoyed: "Isn't that right? You are so tenacious! He keeps saying that he and his wife are classmates. They haven't seen each other for many years and they want to catch up with her."
Cheng Yang's tone was sarcastic: "He really misses my wife."
Wu Liang suddenly realized something: "General...why do I feel that you care more and more about your wife?"
Cheng Yang's face suddenly darkened: "Care about her? Do you think I'm crazy?"
After a moment's pause, he added angrily: "I just think she's interesting, so I'll tease her occasionally. When the time comes, I will kill her!"
“……”
Wu Liang didn't dare to say anything anymore.
Cheng Yang finished eating the dried meat and drank all the wine.
Back in the main house, there was silence.
On the pear blossom couch, Qing Lingyi took off her coat, shoes and socks, lay down and fell asleep.
If you get closer, you can hear the subtle and even breathing.
There was no ink on her face today, Cheng Yang thought coldly, then there would be no need to wipe her face again.
Just as he was about to leave, Qing Lingyi on the couch snorted.
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at the same time.
Everyone in the Cuiyu Courtyard held their breath and kept silent, for fear of offending their master.
Aunt Zhao was lying sideways on the couch, her brows furrowed, anxious and irritable, and she couldn't sleep no matter what.
The maid next to her, Hongxiu, kept fanning her fan for about an hour. Her wrist was so sore that she paused briefly.
This move aroused the fire of ignorance in Aunt Zhao's heart. She sat up, snatched away the fan, and slapped Hong Xiu on the face: "You bitch! I will give you food and shelter. You You actually come to make me unhappy!"
Hong Xiu quickly lowered her body and said, "I know I was wrong."
Aunt Zhao was even more annoyed. She picked up the tea cup and smashed it: "What's the use of saying you're wrong!"
"Yo!"
A middle-aged man came in outside the door, smiling, "Why are you so angry?"
"You still have the nerve to ask!" Aunt Zhao scolded, "I supported you as the accountant, and let you greedily take advantage of me! Now that I have lost power, you will become the new bitch's dog!" Don’t be afraid that she will find out about those false accounts you made!”
"What do you know."
Jiao Er approached the couch, held Aunt Zhao's ankle, brought it up to her nose, sniffed, and licked her lips: "That's called adapting to circumstances."
"Let go!" Aunt Zhao wanted to take her legs back.
Jiao Er tightened his grip: "I came tonight for two things. The first one is that there is someone who really wants to meet the general's wife who just passed by."
Aunt Zhao paused: "Who?"
Jiao Er deliberately didn't say anything. He pulled her legs apart and squeezed into the gap: "Let me finish the second thing first, and then I'll tell you."
