Chunhua Qiuyue followed in a panic, fearing that the mistress would be bumped into.
Maid Chun frowned for a while, the mistress had really turned into a wild horse at this moment, and she regretted bringing her out.
I didn't feel tired after playing for several hours, and I covered almost half of the imperial city for most of the day.
In the end, a few people sat panting in a private room on the second floor of Zuihua Building, eating pastries and drinking tea before relaxing for a while.
"Master, it's getting dark soon. Let's go back." Qiuqiu was a little anxious. Seeing that the sun was about to set, the hostess had no intention of going back. Wouldn't she still want to visit the night market? [
Tianjun had previously told her to take the mistress back before dark.
"Yes, young master, let's go back and come out tomorrow." Chunya, the maid, advised.
An Ying played with the folding fan like she was playing tricks, and looked at the sunset outside the window with some disappointment. She had been playing struttingly across the street all day, and there was no minor incident. Could it be that she had made a mistake?
Seeing that the sun was about to set, she had no choice but to pat her sleeves and nodded with some disappointment, "Let's go, otherwise Hao will blow his nose and glare at me again if he finds out."
Several people paid for tea and slowly walked down the stairs on the second floor of Zuihua Building.
Afterwards, he got on the carriage and after sitting firmly, the carriage sped slowly towards the palace.
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With just a thud, the carriage stopped suddenly. Chun stuck his head out angrily and looked at the attendant Qiu with reproachful eyes: "What's going on?"
"A little boy suddenly rushed over in front of him. He seemed to have been hit by the carriage. I got out of the car to take a look." Attendant Qiu bowed apologetically to An Ying in the carriage and hurriedly got out of the car.
I don’t know why, but suddenly they started to quarrel.
An Ying frowned and signaled Chunhua to help her get out of the car, only to find that a woman with a certain level of greatness was holding a little boy with only a slight scratch and blocking them in front of them, not letting them go, even if they paid for medical expenses.
For a time, many people gathered around this section of the road, pointing at An Ying and others.
Attendant Qiu was a little angry: "Why are you so unreasonable? Even if you ask for money, I will give you money. Isn't fifty taels enough for you to see the doctor? When did we bully you orphans and widowed mothers?"
"Otherwise, Qiuqiu, you should give her fifty taels." An Ying looked at the aunt sitting in front of the carriage road, holding the boy in her arms and crying, and felt a little sympathetic. After all, they were in the wrong and hit someone else.