Qiu refused, "Master, you don't know, he obviously bumped into her on purpose. He obviously wanted to extort money. Fifty taels is not enough. I thought giving her two coppers was too much. I just can't indulge them like this."
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But more and more people gathered around her, and the auntie was not as playful as usual. She had a naturally loud voice, she cried and sang, and she could make even the dead come alive.
An Ying and Chunhua Qiuyue were squeezed in the middle. She staggered and almost jumped forward. Fortunately, a hand pulled her from behind.
An Ying was about to turn around and thank her, when suddenly her eyes blurred and she fainted.
When Chunhuaqiuyue comes back to his senses, An Ying's shadow is nowhere to be seen.[
"Oops, the master is missing! Stop arguing and find someone quickly."
Chun was excited and pulled Qiu, and several people suddenly became anxious and rushed through the crowd to find the mistress.
On the other side, the troublemaking aunt slipped into the crowd and ran away without knowing where she was.
"Damn it, we've fallen into a trap!" Chun then stamped his feet in anger. There were so many people just now that he didn't even know who had kidnapped the mistress. At that time, the secret guard secretly protecting them had already chased An Ying.
Time passed by in a blink of an eye. After An Ying woke up from the incense, she found herself in an elegant side room.
The furnishings in the wing were very simple. A woman wrapped in a fiery red robe sat quietly in front of the table, playing with a small teacup in her hand.
An Ying was not as panicked as she imagined. Instead, she felt secretly happy. Did the bad guy who wanted to harm her finally show up?
She subconsciously touched the special pistol in her arms, and secretly comforted herself: Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I have a magic weapon to deal with her.
She slowly sat up from the couch, pretending to be calm and looked at the red woman with a smile on her lips, and pursed her lips in silence.
Suddenly, a flute played, coming from the fiery red woman's mouth.
The tune is very unique. This tune has been echoing in An Ying's mind for more than half a month in the past half month, but she didn't show any abnormality like usual.
A flash of surprise flashed in the red woman's eyes, and she played the piccolo again to observe An Ying's changes.
An Ying grinned and clapped her hands: "Are you curious now that your flute doesn't work?"
An Ying has not learned anything else from Tian Junhao these years, but she has learned the aura of a king subtly.