Just when Chu Qiao was about to speak, Chong Ximo actually put down his chopsticks, yawned, slowly closed his eyes, and took a nap in the chair.
Sleep, sleep?
Chu Qiao's eyes widened and she shouted.
"Lord Chong?"
Chong Ximo didn't even pay attention to Chu Qiao and snored evenly. He actually slept here. Chu Qiao helplessly sat on a stool on the side and let out a long breath. Fortunately, he didn't run to her.
She had to go to bed, otherwise she really didn't know what to do.
Silently lowering her head, Chu Qiao looked at her toes and whispered to herself.
"I know I shouldn't speak. Even if I beg you, you won't agree, but... you have to have some loyalty. Although Wei Ying pretends to be crazy, he is really not a bad old man. Maybe everyone has difficulties.
Sometimes, there are secrets that I don’t want to tell, just like me, just like him, who is willing to risk death to enter the palace, and who is willing to pretend to be crazy and eat shit. Speaking of which, it is not all a helpless move. Nothing like you, everything is smooth.
You have skyrocketed, you have such face and status, I know you are not a bad person, so helping him is actually nothing..."
Chu Qiao knew that she couldn't hear what Chong Ximo said, so she pointed her fingers and said how good the old chef was: "The old man is actually quite good, enthusiastic, open-minded, not selfish, and considerate... In short, he is very good..."
After saying so much, Chu Qiao felt that it was all meaningless. She heard Chong Ximo's sweet snoring.
Shaking her head and standing up, Chu Qiao took a quilt and put it on Chong Ximo, then went to the outside room, sat on a stool, and stared blankly at the dark night.
"When will it be over?"
She sighed softly, blinked her eyes, and felt a little sleepy, but she couldn't sleep with Chong Ximo in the room. She was alone and had to be careful about him.
In this way, Chu Qiao persisted until midnight. She couldn't hold on anymore. Her head dropped and she couldn't lift it up anymore. She curled up on the stool, leaned on the cabinet, and fell asleep.
Not only did Chu Qiao fall asleep, she also had a dream. She dreamed that she was standing in an open space with green stone slabs and dried blood in the gaps. When she looked up, she found that not far away, the old imperial chef
Wei Ying was kneeling there, his hands and feet shackled, and beside him, Chong Ximo stood there holding a sword.
Is this going to be beheading? Chu Qiao looked at Chong Ximo in horror until he raised his sword high.
"S-Sir!"
With an exclamation, Chu Qiao opened her eyes and moved her eyes hard. Looking around, she was lying on the bed with a quilt covering her body.
Why are you in bed?
Chu Qiao jumped up and found that the clothes on her body were still there, even the little eunuch's clothes were still on the outside. She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the table in the room. The dishes on the table were still there, but the clothes on the table were still there.
Xi Mo disappeared.
Gone?
Chu Qiao stood on the ground, carefully stretched out her head, and looked around the entire room. There was no sign of Chong Ximo.
"Master, Master Chong?" Chu Qiao shouted softly, then she took a step forward and continued to go out. She leaned forward and looked outside. The small stool was still placed in front of the cabinet. There was still no sign of Chong Ximo. She kept running out.
After entering the room, I opened the door and found that the yard was empty, and the door was still locked from the inside.
Why!
Chu Qiao sighed softly. In fact, this door could not lock him at all. He was as free as a bird. He could leave here with a slight jump. This courtyard wall was not a big problem for him.
But thinking about how she got back to bed, Chu Qiao blushed. Undoubtedly, he woke up in the middle of the night and picked her up, but she was unaware of it. If he wanted to do something bad, she wouldn't even resist.
There was no chance, but he didn't do that. What he said last night was just to scare her.
Slowly squatting by the steps of the yard, Chu Qiao touched her face, and it turned out to be red and hot. She was embarrassed.
But being shy, Chu Qiao still stood up and looked at the door with wide eyes. It was too bad this time. She hadn't said anything yet. If Chong Ximo went directly to Dali Temple, the old imperial chef would really do it this time.
is going to die.
Thinking about the dream last night, Chu Qiao rushed to the door, opened the door lock in a panic, and then opened the door, and found the big man standing tremblingly outside the door. When he saw the door opened, he looked at it expectantly.
Chu Qiao.
"Sister Chunxiang, how are you?"
Seeing the big guy, Chu Qiao felt very sorry for him. Master Chong was here last night, but she missed this opportunity.
"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry."
Chu Qiao comforted the big guy against her will, but did not dare to tell the truth. She really hoped that nothing serious would happen, otherwise she would not be able to explain to the big guy.
As soon as the big guy heard that everything was okay, he immediately became happy.
"Thank you, Sister Chunxiang. I'll clean up my uncle's room right away. I won't disturb you until he comes back..." The big man ran a few steps excitedly, as if he thought of something again, turned around and smiled.
One sound.
"Sister Chunxiang, you haven't washed your face or combed your hair. You'd better tidy up before going out."
The big man's reminder immediately made Chu Qiao wake up. She must not go out like this. If anyone saw her, they would think she was crazy.
When she returned to Yayuan, Chu Qiao was still very uneasy. She had to go to Tai Hospital again no matter what. She begged Chong Ximo to let him help. After hurriedly cleaning up, Chu Qiao went to Tai Hospital.
But a medical woman came out and told her that Lord Chong had already gone to Dali Temple.
"Going to Dali Temple?" After hearing these words, Chu Qiao leaned against the wall. This time it was over, how was she going to explain to the big man.
Chu Qiao left the Taiyuan Hospital dejectedly, not knowing how Chu Qiao got into the imperial dining room.
She only knew that when she stepped in, everyone who should be there was there. An Ge did not sit leisurely this time, but started working for the first time. When he saw Chu Qiao walking in listlessly,
He immediately frowned.
"Chef Li, if you come later, it will be noon." An Ge called her from a distance.
"oh."
Chu Qiao responded absently, and then started to work, but she was still thinking about what Chong Ximo was doing at the moment. He must be telling all the facts about the old imperial chef pretending to be crazy.
Thinking of how Chong Ximo was so uninterested in personal affairs, Chu Qiao became discouraged. Even if she had said and begged last night, he would not have agreed. She regretted comforting the big man so much. It would be bad if the old chef came
How was she going to explain the news to the big guy?
"Are you sick? You look so bad." An Ge came over and asked.
"No."
Although she was a little uncomfortable last night, she got better after sleeping for a while. Now she was not sick physically, but mentally.