The villain boss is not easy to mess with

Chapter 12 You Are the Biggest Patient (12)

Tang Qian walked straight over.

Knowing that it was made for her, the old lady must bring it, saying that her health is too poor, that's why she let Xie Chong get close to her, to make more supplements, and let the doctor prescribe herbal diet to recuperate her body.

When Qiaoling saw the crimson skirt, she knew who it was. She put away the small fan and looked up: "Miss Wu, you are back. My lady was summoned by the queen. Before she left, she told me to cook the medicinal food for you. It will be ready in a while."

Check it out.

The hostess' personal maids are all so likable.

Qiaoling is loyal and doesn't look down on others, mainly due to Tang Ruoqing's teaching.

"Thank you." Tang Qian said.

"No, no, go in and have a rest. I'll take it in after the stew is finished."

"it is good."

Tang Qian didn't say much, and took out the riding uniform after entering the tent.

This is what she chose, silver dark pattern, with this style, clean and neat, she is very satisfied.

Thinking of the shirt she was wearing that collided with Shen Muting, she wished that the hunting competition would start soon, because no matter whether she would participate or not, all the ladies would change into riding clothes to suit the occasion.

After a while, Qiaoling came in to deliver the medicinal food. After she finished drinking, there was movement outside. Tang Ruoqing came back and changed her riding clothes: "Fifth sister, you should change quickly too. The empress came out with her concubines and wives."

"The emperor didn't even come?" Tang Qian blurted out while changing clothes.

Tang Ruoqing looked at her, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The emperor doesn't show up every time he hunts, and he stays in the palace when he catches up with unfinished political affairs. The queen has presided over these few years."

"Oh." Tang Qian replied casually.

There is nothing wrong with the emperor not being able to come, and the queen sitting in charge.

And with Shen Muting here, it would be embarrassing if the emperor came, and it would be embarrassing if he didn't bring his mother, and it would be even more embarrassing if he did.

It's so embarrassing, just deal with political affairs and worry-free.

Tang Ruoqing also said this implicitly.

The two changed their clothes and went out.

The desk outside was already full of people, with men and women sitting opposite each other.

Tang Ruoqing's seat was next to the queen. Because she promised her grandmother to take care of Tang Qian, she briefly explained her identity to the queen, and took her to sit on the other side of him.

Now, she is under the spotlight.

The position of the face was conspicuous again, everyone's eyes were all focused on her, and then they began to discuss her identity in a low voice.

However, Tang Qian was in no mood to care what they thought.

After sweeping her gaze to the opposite side, she was taken aback for a moment and almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

In the opposite corner, Shen Muting was wearing a silver riding uniform with a golden belt around his waist, but his blue hair was still tied with a crimson hairband.

There was no expression on his face, as if he didn't care much about everything around him, he just sipped the tea cup lightly, his eyes were lowered, the corners of the raised eyes were soft, extraordinarily warm.

He... he he...

Doesn't he like to wear crimson?

Who doesn't know that Ping Wang Shen Muting has always been dressed in red.

The first time she met someone, she didn't think about the character, but when she found out who it was, she naturally knew about this habit of dressing.

But what's going on with this silver riding uniform now?

If it was a shirt bump once, then the two times...

The corner of Tang Qian's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

What is their fate?
Maybe because he noticed that someone was staring at him, Shen Muting raised his eyelids, and there was no wave in his dark eyes, but when he found the sight looking at him, he was startled, and the fingers holding the teacup tightened involuntarily.

Then he lowered his head, his eyes were treacherous, and an almost paranoid disgust rose in his heart.

(End of this chapter)