1423. Chapter 1423 Women are thirty like wolves and forty tigers [9]
The guard nodded: "Of course, please come in."
"Thank you." Lu Qingqing nodded and entered the study room.
After closing the door, she glanced calmly across the entire study.
Murong Fei is a famous talent. Books are indispensable in his study. Apart from a mat for doing business, at a glance, there are dozens of bookshelves filled with books, all arranged neatly.
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Lu Qingqing walked over slowly and stopped in front of the mat where Murong Fei was working. After taking a look, he frowned and his eyes flickered slightly.
Outside the door, someone was watching me.
Also, to Murong Fei, she was just an unknown stranger after all. If he believed her so easily and placed her in such an important position without any suspicion, she would really think it was weird.
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With a slight smile on his lips, he walked to the mat very neatly, and then quickly put all the messy papers and ink on the table back into place.
After clearing the table, he picked up a few crumpled pieces of paper thrown on the ground and put them into the trash basket nearby.
Then he opened the door, walked out, and glanced at the guard: "Brother, guard, where can I find a clean basin cloth?"
"In the miscellaneous room." The guard pointed to the small miscellaneous room in the corner.
"Thank you, brother guard." Lu Qingqing smiled softly and walked towards the small closet.
After taking a basin and filling it with water, she walked towards the study with the water.
Fortunately, in the modern era, she lived alone and did not like to be a part-time worker, so she did all the housework herself. Therefore, she was very comfortable and relaxed in doing these things, as if she was exercising.
The guards had been secretly monitoring for a long time and found that Lu Qingqing was only tidying up the study seriously, so they relaxed their vigilance.
Lu Qingqing, on the other hand, just smiled softly and carefully wrote down all the useful clues while sorting out the application.
Her hands and feet were nimble and she worked quickly. By the time Murong Fei came back from a walk at the Poetry Appreciation Pavilion, Lu Qingqing had already tidied up everything except the floor.
The other person serving Murong Fei in the study was his servant. Yesterday, she had seen a little boy who was about thirteen or fourteen years old. He looked very smart and intelligent.
He seemed to be slightly hostile towards himself, probably because he was afraid that he would steal his job.
Lu Qingqing was secretly amused, but her face remained expressionless, as if she couldn't see his hostility.
"Master, please take a seat." The boy neatly pulled out the chair for Murong Fei to sit down, then placed the rice paper in front of the young master, and continued to grind ink and serve.
He didn't need instructions, but he knew what Murong Fei was going to do. This was the experience of following the young master for many years.
The boy secretly smiled proudly at Lu Qingqing.
Lu Qingqing couldn't help it. This young boy's proud look was so interesting. Looking for the lock spirit here would be too boring, so he became interested in teasing.
So I deliberately picked up the dirty water to wipe the bookshelf and tried to go out. However, after taking two steps, I stumbled and almost fell to the ground with a sound of "Oops" and the water.
Murong Fei, who was planning to write a poem, heard the commotion and turned around to see Qing Qing half-kneeling on the ground with a wrinkled face, obviously she had fallen badly.
