She had just been rejected by Mr. Zhuge in front of everyone? Mr. Zhuge was her father's counselor! He had never spoken harshly to her! She... She had also asked Mr. Zhuge for advice many times, and Mr. Zhuge had explained it to her patiently. Mr. Zhuge also praised her for being smart and teachable...

"It's all your fault!"

She turned around and glared at Guo Lingxi coldly.

Guo Lingxi was struck by a blow, and his expression changed slightly as he clenched his handkerchief tightly: "Why are you blaming me again?"

She was wronged, wasn't she? Yu Wenjing was young and full of energy, and she was used to being praised by others. Suddenly, she was humiliated and couldn't help but feel unhappy: "Didn't you say that she absolutely couldn't be Mr. Zhuge's sister? And you said that if she had any relationship with Mr. Zhuge, you should chop off your head! Chop it off for me to see!"

The number of onlookers increased instead of decreasing, almost blocking the corridors and hallways.

When everyone heard Yu Wenjing's words, they all started pointing fingers at Guo Lingxi.

When two people are stuck in the quagmire at the same time, they just need to step on each other's shoulders to get out, which will make it less embarrassing.

Guo Lingxi almost made Yu Wenjing so angry that she almost vomited blood. She wanted to say, it was obviously you who questioned the relationship between Qin Su and Zhuge Qing first, and I was just providing evidence for you. Why did it all become my fault in the end?

If it was a few months ago, she would have said what she thought in her heart. After all, she was also raised in the palm of someone's hand. She even bullied Princess Hui'an. What was a mere princess? Unfortunately, this was not the Great Zhou Dynasty, and she was no longer the Lingxi Princess who was backed by the Empress Dowager and the Guo family.

She was just a concubine of the Western Jin Emperor.

She couldn't really fall out with the granddaughter of the Western Jin emperor.

The thought flashed through her mind, and she used great self-control to swallow back the grievances in her heart.

She hated Yu Wenjing and was very puzzled at the same time.

Qin Su grew up in the countryside and later returned to the capital. She was absolutely sure that Qin Su had never been to Northern Yan or Western Jin. How did she know Zhuge Qing? And why did she become Zhuge Qing's...sister? No, she must not be a real sister!

"Is it Zhuge Qing or Qin Su who has the problem?"

Guo Lingxi looked at the top floor that no one dared to go up to and bit her lips coldly. She would figure it out sooner or later!

…

The top floor of the East Courtyard Building is very spacious. Half of it was used to build an elegant pavilion, and the rest of the space was transformed into a small open-air garden where flowers, fruits and grapes were planted.

Meiji was picking grapes with the three little ones.

The three little ones couldn't pick them by themselves, so there were black-armored guards holding them.

Mr. Shen was still drunk, his face flushed red. The burly man suddenly turned into a shy young wife who dared not speak.

"This is Master Shen, we met on the day we entered the city. Master Shen, this is my...brother!"

Let’s call it this for now.

Mr. Shen is not a talkative person, as can be seen from the fact that he never inquires about their relationship with the Princess's Mansion.

Mr. Shen really didn't ask in detail whether they were siblings. Zhuge Qing politely called him Mr. Shen, which scared him so much that he stood up from his chair!

"Mr. Zhuge, you can just call me Shen Xin!"

Zhuge Qing smiled slightly.

Mr. Shen is drunk again.

As a man, I actually find another man's smile very attractive.

Moreover, Mr. Zhuge was not at all arrogant and was very easy-going, but he also had a mysterious majesty that made people dare not disrespect him or act rashly.

"I'm going to pick grapes with my nephews!"

He saw that the two had something to say, so he tactfully found an excuse to leave.

Zhuge Qing looked at the grape trellis and said, "Meiji, entertain the guests well."

"I know!" Mei Ji picked a bunch of grapes and turned around, her proud chest directly caught the sight of Mr. Shen.

Master Shen's nose was bleeding...

Su Xiaoxiao mentioned to Zhuge Qing that the Western Jin Emperor had asked her to treat his leg: "So you are the Western Jin Emperor's counselor, why did you choose Yuwen Huai?"

Zhuge Qing said: "Guess."

Su Xiaoxiao folded her arms: "I won't guess!"

Zhuge Qing smiled and took a sip of tea.

He's treating her like a child and doesn't want to tell her... Never mind, he's not that curious.

Zhuge Qing glanced at her and said, "The point is the latter sentence, right?"

Su Xiaoxiao coughed lightly: "Don't say it."

About a quarter of an hour later, Wei Ting also arrived.

Mr. Shen was very meticulous in his work. When he didn't find Wei Ting at the Feiyue Theater, he sent someone to the Zhuyue Inn, where he actually ran into Wei Ting.

Wei Ting had already heard about what had just happened in the lobby. His second brother supported Little Fatty Peacock, which meant supporting him, and he felt very happy.

He greeted Mr. Shen and sat back next to them: "Second brother, Dongtinglou is not opened by you, right?"

Mei Ji came over with a basket of washed grapes and placed it in front of Zhuge Qing: "Dongtinglou is not your property, it was opened by a friend of yours, and you have done him a favor!"

After that, he glared at Wei Ting and said, "Blind man!"

Wei Ting was too lazy to argue with a little girl.

Meiji snorted coldly and walked away, continuing to pick grapes.

Wei Ting picked up a grape and said, "Feiyue Theater must belong to my second brother, right? Wait, Zhuyue Inn is not also owned by my second brother, right?"

Zhuge Qing said nothing.

Wei Ting was stunned: "It's really opened by my second brother! Then why is he charging me for the room?!"

Zhuge Qing: "Brothers, let's settle accounts clearly."

Wei Ting: “…”

The merchant from Wei State was late, and Mr. Shen couldn't let Mr. Zhuge wait for a drug dealer, not to mention that there was a child. Even if the husband wasn't hungry, the child would be hungry too.

Master Shen said, "You didn't come so late, maybe you were delayed by something."

Zhuge Qing glanced at the three little ones who were yawning and said, "Then let's eat first."

Xiaohu got to eat the glutinous rice pearl meatballs as he wished.

Unfortunately, when he was picking grapes just now, others were picking them while he was eating them. His little stomach was already full, and he could only eat one pig meatball and couldn’t eat any more.

Dahu and Erhu each grabbed a grilled lamb chop and nibbled on it with their greasy mouths.

Zhuge Qing is a vegetarian.

Mr. Shen was very excited tonight. He saw Mr. Zhuge... alive.

Not only that, he also ate at the same table with the other party, and he had to go to his ancestral grave to see if there was any smoke coming out of it.

His forehead heated up, and he stood up with the wine glass in both hands: "I, I, I... I toast to you, sir!"

Meiji said seriously: "My husband doesn't drink!"

Master Shen: “Ah…”

Zhuge Qing smiled and said, "I'll have tea instead of wine, okay?"

Mr. Shen was flattered, his head almost fell off: "Okay, okay!"

Ten thousand good things! After drinking one glass, he became even more drunk.

Wei Ting had a good alcohol tolerance and drank two glasses with him.

After three rounds of drinking, the medicine merchant from Wei State finally arrived.

"Sorry, sorry. I just returned to Xidu and heard from my medicine boy that you wanted to buy my herbs."

Master Shen said, "Yes, Brother Liu, do you still have that herb?"

Master Liu sighed, "If you had come to me earlier, I would have sold it to you. No, I would have given it to you! But I'm leaving Xidu today... I've already sold it to someone else!"

It’s December already without me noticing. Time flies so fast. It seems like I just started writing yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, I’ve already written the third volume.

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