Where is the figure of this guest outside the door?
The servant broke his leg and rushed over. His companion held a few letters in his hand and said, "The woman has left, leaving only these letters."
The servant snatched it away, but he couldn't read it, so he glanced at it and said, "I'll go back and give it to Madam!"
Then he ran away again.
This area was almost all the residences of powerful people. Before Xia Zhaoyi could reach a cup of tea, he went to another house, knocked on the golden ring on the door, and soon another servant opened the door to look at and ask questions.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and said: "But Yin Zeming, Master Yin's residence? Let me ask Yin Wulang if he plans to change hands of several restaurants on Zhongbo Street. Yu Chuancai was imprisoned, and the restaurant he occupied was also confiscated
If Yin Wulang is afraid and wants to change hands in a hurry, I am willing to buy it at the original price. There are also several houses owned by Yin Qilang. The court has stipulated that no more should be built..."
After leaving the Yin Mansion, she walked more than 800 steps and knocked at the residence of Di Zian, the Minister of Rites.
As they walked one by one, the bundle she was carrying became thinner and thinner.
Finally, she went to the home of Zhuge Qing, the Minister of Rites.
The servant at the door saw that she had a good temperament and a kind attitude, but she still declined to thank the guest.
Xia Zhaoyi said: "Don't rush me away now. Go and tell your wife that I am a distinguished guest in Doctor Du's house. You can see how your wife is doing. I will wait here."
Mrs. Xin personally took care of Zhuge Qing's bedroom during this period. After listening to the servant's words, she and Zhuge Qing looked at each other, wondering if there was any deception.
Zhuge Qing still looked like his mouth was crooked, his eyes were slanted, and his lips were drooling. He struggled to say in words that only Xin could understand: "Just ask her to come in. I look like this and can be deceitful. How far can I go?"
Mrs. Xin thought for a while and sighed: "That's fine."
She put the medicine bowl in her hand on the high table beside her, stood up and said to her servant: "Come on, show me the way, I will go and meet you personally."
Outside the gate of the house, the girl's figure is thin and tall, walking back and forth on the flat ground on the steps with her hands behind her back and her head lowered.
The servant opened the door, and Mrs. Xin looked up and saw that she was indeed young, her sex unchanged.
If he were a boy, he would be too delicate and handsome; if he were a girl, he would be too heroic.
"Who are you?" Ms. Xin looked at her.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly: "Mrs. Xin, fifteen years ago, my father gave Master Zhuge a calligraphy and painting called New Year's Red Eight Immortals."
Mrs. Xin frowned and suddenly froze, her eyes becoming surprised.
Xia Zhaoyi continued: "But the Zhuge family in Yi'an, my father's best friend, is Mr. Zhuge Yu from Jiangya Racecourse, the one who drinks Dingtao Peach Blossom Wine the most."
Mrs. Xin was speechless and stretched out her hand to cover her mouth.
The servants on the side saw this honorable lady like this for the first time and did not dare to say anything.
"Mrs. Xin is smart, you should know who I am," Xia Zhaoyi's smile deepened, "Then let me tell you one more thing, Jiang Zhuoshuang."
Ms. Xin took a step back and almost didn't fall.
Jiangzhushuang was the medicine that Imperial Physician Du gave Zhuge Qing to take to pretend he was paralyzed.
"Won't you invite me into the house?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
"Quick, quick, quick," Mrs. Xin said quickly, "come into the house quickly, please come in quickly!"
News in the mansion moved quickly. I heard that Mrs. Xin personally went to the front to meet the guests, and her children and daughters-in-law all came.
But he saw Mrs. Xin walking in a hurry, turning back every few steps, and saying "please" to the young man behind her from time to time. This attitude was even a bit flattering.
Even in front of Zhuge Qing, he had never seen her like this.
Xin's eldest son Zhuge Qian and his wife Qian came over and said, "Mother."
Mrs. Xin frowned: "You have nothing to do here, go back first."
Zhuge Qian was slightly stunned and looked at the young man behind him. At first glance, he didn't know whether he was a boy or a girl.
The young man's eyes were bright and magnanimous, as clear as water, and he smiled at him.
It doesn't matter if you don't smile. When you smile, the flowers are beautiful and the moon is charming, and there is a small pear dimple faintly visible on the lips. Zhuge Qian and Qian instantly have the answer, she is a woman.
Mr. Xin repeatedly urged them to leave, so Zhuge Qian and Mr. Qian had no choice but to respectfully excuse themselves and leave.
After walking far away, they couldn't help but look back at this young girl. Her back was slender and thin, and her temperament and appearance were excellent. However, even the princess in the palace would not make Mrs. Xin like this.
Zhuge Qing's door was pushed open by Mrs. Xin. After Xia Zhaoyi entered, Mrs. Xin closed the door, suddenly turned around, and knelt down towards Xia Zhaoyi: "I have seen Miss Ali before!"
Xia Zhaoyi helped her up: "Why are you kneeling down to me?"
Mrs. Xin's eyes were red and she said: "The daughter of the duke is born to be respected, how can she not kneel down?"
"No," Xia Zhaoyi retracted her hand, "There has been no Dingguo Palace for a long time, and I am just an ordinary person."
Mrs. Xin looked at her, not mentioning the various deeds he had heard about her over the years. Even with her appearance and temperament, she was not ordinary.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at the bed. Zhuge Qing, who was shocked by Xin's kneeling, was so eager to eat melon that he was paralyzed and leaned half of his body out of the bed, about to fall down. He said "Yiyi Waiwai" "The earth is calling.
"Master!!" Mrs. Xin hurried over to help him.
In just a short time, Zhuge Qing's saliva had flowed down half of his face, and his face turned red.
Xia Zhaoyi walked over and said, "Master Zhuge, you have worked hard these days."
Zhuge Qing leaned on the soft pillow behind him emotionally: "Well, there's a stuffing in the four uhs, a stuffing in the four uhs?"
Xia Zhaoyi looked at him confusedly for a while.
Xin translated: "Master said, you, you are Miss Ali, are you really Miss Ali?"
Xia Zhaoyi said: "It's me, Lord Zhuge."
Zhuge Qing's eyes turned red and tears rolled down his face: "**********!!!*****!"
Xia Zhaoyi looked at Xin.
Xin also became confused this time and the translation failed.
Because of his excitement, Zhuge Qing, who was already physically handicapped, suddenly began to cough, his breathing became difficult, he looked breathless, and his face turned red.
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Xia Zhaoyi immediately said: "Put him down. Are there any silver needles in the house?"
"There are some!" Mrs. Xin said hurriedly, "I'll get them!"
After helping Zhuge Qing to his feet, she immediately went to get it.
Xia Zhaoyi directly tore Zhuge Qing's pajamas, and when Mrs. Xin got the silver needle, she ordered Mrs. Xin to open all the doors and windows in the house and get a bowl of warm water.
When Mrs. Xin brought the warm water in a panic, she saw that she had already heated the silver needles and inserted them into several acupuncture points on Zhuge Qing's neck and chest with a neat technique.
Mrs. Xin said fearfully: "Miss Ah Li, our master has always been like this. I'm always worried that his body won't be able to bear it."
"Starting tonight, there is no need to be like this." Xia Zhaoyi said, inserting a few more needles.
Mrs. Xin was overjoyed: "Seriously, that's great!"
"My body is thicker!" Zhuge Qing also said while lying down, and then he was injected with another injection. The Minister of Rites of Daqian cried out in pain, "┗|｀o′|┛Ouch~~!"
