Farmer Fubo is open for business

Tao Jiaojiao's eyes widened, finally seeing the coquettish look Xiaoju imitated yesterday, she couldn't help laughing.

Sitting on the stroller, Xiao Shitou also clapped his chubby hands and laughed, and then he looked up at his sister, as if asking for praise.

Chang'an pinched his little face and smiled.

Xiao Shitou was even more proud. He slapped the table in front of him with his chubby hands and muttered, not knowing what to say.

Qin Kang didn't pay attention to Wang Pingting's coquettishness, but looked at Chang'an with a smile on his lips.

Chang'an felt goosebumps all over his body when he saw him, and he quickly called Tao Jiaojiao home.

When Tao Jiaojiao left, she didn't forget to imitate Wang Pingting's coquettish look. She held Chang'an's arm and spoke softly: "Well, Mr. Song, you have to make the decision for me, hahahaha!"

The maids all covered their mouths and laughed, then surrounded their master and left.

Wang Pingting was absolutely furious.

But the Jinyi guards around Qin Kang refused to listen to his orders, and he only had one maid, Song Xiyue, so he was weak and had no way to deal with those little girls.

"Qin Lang~" Wang Pingting was really sad this time. She wanted to hold Qin Kang's arm, but he avoided her without leaving any trace.

"In large numbers, please be careful about your words and deeds." Qin Kang said lightly and walked forward slowly with his hands behind his back.

When Wang Pingting saw that Qin Kang refused to stand up for her, she was so enraged that she broke her silver teeth.

Then he saw Qin Kang's eyes following Chang An and Tao Jiaojiao, and he knew that this bitch had other thoughts.

At this moment, Wang Pingting wanted to slap Qin Kang twice.

Does he think he is too old?

But she was obviously only nineteen years old, and she had only been with him for a year.

But thinking of Qin Kang's hobby, Wang Pingting almost ruined the handkerchief in her hand.

None of these men who claim to be literati are good people! The women around him rotated around like a lantern, and they were all teenage girls.

Once they are over 18 years old, they may be sent out ruthlessly.

Even if he knew that the woman was pregnant at this time, the man would not show any pity.

Therefore, Wang Pingting did not become Qin Kang's concubine, but only his Jieyuhua, or girlfriend.

"No more shopping!" Wang Pingting also had a temper and turned around to walk back.

Song Xiyue also followed behind her.

Angrily returning to her residence, Wang Pingting looked at Song Xiyue and said coldly: "Come here!"

Song Xiyue walked over tremblingly and knelt down on the ground: "Miss, please spare me."

Wang Pingting pulled out a hairpin from her head and stuck it on Song Xiyue's arm: "Bitch! You are all bitches! If you dare to humiliate me like this, I will never let you go!"

Song Xiyue was sweating from the pain, but she didn't dare to scream loudly. She tried her best to block it with her hands and begged for mercy: "Miss! Please spare me. I have remembered something again. I really remembered it."

Wang Pingting stopped, wiped the blood off the golden hairpin with a handkerchief, and sneered: "Say, what did you remember?"

Song Xiyue sobbed: "When I think about my past life, it seems that the prince is sick and dead."

Wang Pingting was stunned: "The prince is ill? What happened to the queen? What happened to the Qin family?"

Song Xiyue shrank her neck and said, "I don't know about the queen's situation, and neither do I, the Qin family."

Wang Pingting's eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you playing tricks on me again?"

"I don't dare! I really don't know. In my previous life, I was still working as an errand in your house." Song Xiyue crouched on the ground and trembled, fearing that the hairpin would fall on her again.

Wang Pingting glanced at the girl on the ground coldly, and asked: "In what year did the prince die? What disease did he suffer from?"

Song Xiyue's head buzzed, and she suddenly remembered that when the prince died in his previous life, he seemed to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.

But now that the prince is seventeen, he is still living well.

"Tell me?" Wang Pingting became impatient: "Are you trying to trick me? Last time, you said that Prince Rui would be imprisoned by the emperor. It's been so long now, aren't they all fine?"

Song Xiyue trembled like chaff in a sieve, gritted her teeth and said, "The prince is twenty years old. As for Prince Rui, maybe this slave has remembered the time wrongly."

She could no longer stay by Wang Pingting's side, otherwise if none of these things happened, this woman would definitely kill herself.

After returning to Beijing, he must find a way to redeem himself and then leave for a foreign country.

Even if he couldn't redeem himself, he still had to find a way to escape.

Wang Pingting didn't know what Song Xiyue was thinking, so she half-leaned on the Arhat couch and held her chin in deep thought.

If the prince really dies, the queen will definitely be in despair.

The queen was stunned, what good can this Qin family do?

Assuming that another prince ascends the throne, the Qin family will probably be liquidated first.

Then why do you want to follow Qin Kang? Do you want to be exiled with him?

Wang Pingting glanced at Song Xiyue on the ground.

Regardless of whether this matter is true or false, you must be on guard.

Anyway, this Qin Kang is not a good guy, and he has no sincerity towards himself, so he might as well change his strategy.

Thinking of this, Wang Pingting said again: "Song Xiyue, you'd better not deceive me, otherwise I can kill you with just a word."

Song Xiyue did not dare to speak.

"Do you remember anything?" Wang Pingting kicked her shoulder: "Tell me all!"

"It's gone for the time being." At this moment, Song Xiyue regretted telling Wang Pingting that she had memories of her previous life.

I thought that I would be valued by others and be the maid next to this woman, but I ended up stepping into a pit of fire.

In the previous life, the son of the second master of the Wang family was cruel and violent, and he was tortured in that yard.

As a result, this life is not as good as the previous life. At least the young master will reward him with some clothes, jewelry and money when he is happy.

This woman is simply a devil. She likes to prick people with hairpins when she is unhappy, and she also deprives her maid of her money.

Until now, I haven't even saved up two strings in my hand.

If not, Song Xiyue would have escaped from the capital long ago.

"Go out and wash your face, don't let anyone see you." Wang Pingting waved her hand: "Tell the kitchen again and ask them to bring back some cantaloupes, um, one watermelon too."

Previously, she saw that little bitch in Chang'an buying several loads of melons and fruits, and they must be sent here.

Song Xiyue agreed and exited the room.

He ran to the kitchen, scooped up water, washed his face, and brought Wang Pingting's words to him: "Our lady asked me to bring some cantaloupes and one watermelon."

The three cooks in the kitchen were all brought by Qin Kang from his own house. One of them sneered: "Cantaloupe? Where do we get the cantaloupe here?"

Song Xiyue said expressionlessly: "It's what the young lady means. I'm just here to convey a message."

The cook thumped and said: "Your master is very delicate. He either wants to eat this or that! If you have the ability, you can buy it yourself? Come to the kitchen and ask for everything! We are not a free market here, how can we have everything?" All of them?"

Song Xiyue: "My words have been brought to you, it's none of your business."

After that, he turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

The round-faced cook pooh-poohed at her figure and said to the other cook: "Look at these foxy girls! They are following our master without any name or status, and they are not ashamed of themselves!"

"That's right!" said another cook: "Then Miss Wang's grandfather is still the minister of the Ministry of Industry, and he doesn't know how to take care of his granddaughter."

"Why do you care? She is already eighteen or nineteen years old. How can you still tie her belt?"

The one-year-old cook said while preparing beans: "I heard that Miss Wang's parents died when she was young, and she was pampered by her grandparents. In addition, her grandfather was in the cabinet and doted on her. Doesn't this mean she is lawless?