Feng Hengzhi slowly raised his eyes, and his gaze suddenly met Sang Luan's innocent and clear eyes.
The impatience between his eyebrows dissipated a little, and then he stretched out his hand to rub his eyebrows, as if he was helpless, "Keep your voice down."
Sang Luan: "Oh."
The next moment, she silently raised her hand and made a gesture to shut up.
Half an hour later.
The Ministry of Revenue's Office.
"Look at you, what are you doing in such a hurry?"
Qiao Qiudie lowered her eyebrows and patiently straightened the collar of the man in front of her.
Then he patted the light dust off his shoulders.
She was dressed in emerald green clothes and wore a golden butterfly-shaped hairpin on her hair.
As she moved, the hairpins above her hair swayed slightly.
Sang Shaoan frowned, stretched his neck to look forward, and adjusted his sleeves.
He waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, alright, isn't it just a visit? What's so daunting?"
After saying this, he stretched his neck to look forward.
If you look closely, you can see a hint of expectation in his eyes.
In a corner that no one else could see, there was a hint of joy on Sang Shaoan's face.
Sang Zhao, who was standing beside him, curled his lips and muttered softly, "I don't know who it is, dragging us here so early in the morning to wait for someone."
Sang Shaoan leaned over and glanced at him, "What are you mumbling about, little brat?"
Sang Zhao's face suddenly lit up with a brilliant smile. "Dad, you're right. It's just a visit to her parents' home. What's the big deal? In my opinion, we should just leave her alone."
Sang Shaoan glared and reached out to hit Sang Zhao on the forehead, "What nonsense are you talking about! That's your sister!"
Sang Zhao touched his forehead with a pitiful look on his face, "Didn't you just say that?"
Qiao Qiudie took a step to the side, grabbed Sang Zhao's sleeve with one hand, and pulled hard, "Shut up!"
"Master." A woman on Sang Shaoan's right, with charming eyes and flowing gaze, twisted her slender waist and took a step forward, holding Sang Shaoan's arm with her white and tender hands, "Zhao'er is naughty, but still has the heart of a child. Master, please don't be angry."
The woman's voice was soft and lingering, and every move she made was full of charm.
The smile between Qiao Qiudie's eyebrows suddenly faded a lot.
She looked ahead, her voice unrecognizable as either happy or angry, "Mrs. Meng understands Zhao'er quite well."
Meng Wanning glanced at Sang Shaoan beside her with her charming eyes.
She covered her lips with one hand and whispered, "We are all serving the master, so naturally we have to pay more attention to him."
Sang Shaoan: "According to the time, we should have arrived by now, how come there's no sign of anyone?"
He kept patting his left hand with his right hand, pacing back and forth on the spot, his tone full of undisguised anxiety.
In an instant, the two people beside him fell silent.
Qiao Qiudie suddenly raised her eyes and caught a glimpse of the situation in front of her.
A group of people were slowly moving towards the Shangshu Mansion.
Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she couldn't help but touch Sang Shaoan's arm, staring straight ahead without blinking.
"Master, look, isn't that group of people Luan'er and the others?" She pointed at the sedan chair in front of her, looking extremely excited.
As soon as she finished speaking, the people present immediately looked in the direction of her finger.
Sure enough, I saw a large group of people.
The expression between Sang Shaoan's eyebrows changed.
Before he could speak, the group of people in front had already walked in.
The sedan chair just stopped.
As soon as she got off the sedan chair, Sang Luan stared at the people in front of her.
Who is this?
*
In the bustling street market, Tu Ling was holding the hot buns she had just bought, which were still piping hot.
She took the bun in her hand, turning it back and forth, and subconsciously touched her earlobe with one hand. She instantly felt the heat on her hand eased a lot.
In a flash, she sniffed again, and an unbearable fragrance instantly rushed into her nasal cavity.
Tu Ling swallowed silently, her eyes shining as she looked at the bun in her hand.
She put it to her lips and blew gently, then took careful bites of it.
It looked as if he was eating the most delicious food in the world.
This was the first proper meal she had eaten since leaving Liu Daqiang's house.
Although there was no meat in the buns, Tu Ling felt that it was the most delicious food in the world.
As she walked, Tu Ling felt something was wrong behind her.
She suddenly stopped, turned around and looked behind her.
People were coming and going on the street, each busy with their own things, and nothing seemed unusual.
Tu Ling frowned and held the bun tightly in her hands.
When they passed a corner, Tu Ling's eyelids suddenly twitched. Out of instinct, she subconsciously moved several steps to the right.
The next moment, a stick came straight towards her face.
She was startled and dodged to the side again, but the stick hit the bun steadily.
The soft and sticky feeling in my hand suddenly disappeared.
The bun rolled on the ground and was quickly covered with a layer of dust.
Tu Ling took a quick look at Baozi and felt very sad.
She had only taken a few bites.
"Bitch, let's see where you can run this time." The man slowly approached Tu Ling with a fist-sized stick in his hand.
He looked sinister and gnashed his teeth as he said, "You actually dared to play tricks on me last time. If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet a kind-hearted doctor who told me that your poison didn't even exist, I would have been fooled by you."
His eyes were wide open and he looked very angry.
Tu Ling stepped back silently, with her hands in a defensive posture.
It’s Brother Niu from last time.
Tu Ling: "If you hadn't lied to me first, how could I have lied to you?"
As she spoke, she silently put her hand into her sleeve.
Seeing her actions, Niu Er's expression became even more ferocious. He held the stick in both hands and hit Tu Ling again without saying a word.
Tu Ling had no time to dodge, and the stick hit her right hand hard.
Tu Ling couldn't help but gasp at the sudden pain in her hand.
She subconsciously covered her right hand with her left hand, and her face turned pale instantly.
She continued to retreat with difficulty, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
Soon, I saw a group of scattered bamboo poles lying in the corner of the wall.
Tu Ling's eyes flashed slightly, she gritted her teeth, and while Niu Er was not paying attention, she ran forward.
She quickly grabbed a bamboo pole with both hands and pushed it towards Niu Er.
The pain in her hand became more and more severe. She endured the pain and took a bamboo pole in her hand.
Then she quickly turned around.
The next moment, Tu Ling ran towards the direction where there were many people.
Niu Er narrowed his eyes slightly.
How dare the little girl lie to him?
If he doesn't take back this place today, he won't be called Niu Er.
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