Soft and crispy waist

After lunch, Qin Yang forced Gu Yizi to go to the martial arts training ground.

Having been away from the battlefield for nearly two months, the two men were already itching to get their hands on something and just drew their guns.

At first they were evenly matched and were sharpening each other's skills, but as the fight went on, things suddenly changed. Gu Yizi's spear skills became more and more fierce, and Qin Yang had to use all his strength to defend himself.

He was sweating profusely and it was becoming increasingly strenuous. When the sweat flowed into his eyes, stinging them and making it difficult for him to open them, his hand trembled violently, the gun was knocked away, and he was dragged two steps and fell to the ground. When he opened his eyes, the cold tip of the gun was only two fingers away from his neck.

He impatiently waved it open, then stood up and dusted himself off while complaining angrily, "That's not the way you hold a grudge. I apologized to you today, and you still treat me like a Japanese!"

"It's your own fault for neglecting training." Gu Yizi waved his hand, and the spear fell squarely onto the weapon table.

"Bullshit! You're clearly taking it out on me." Qin Yang quickly stepped past Gu Yizi and sat down on a chair under the shade of the tree. Suddenly, he exclaimed, "And there's ice juice. Then I won't be angry with you anymore."

Gu Yizi also noticed the two cups of ice juice with steam and water droplets on the table, and looked at the steward.

The steward shuddered and said hurriedly, "The maid in the kitchen prepared it. She said this tangerine ice juice is the best way to relieve summer heat and reduce internal heat."

That person was sent by the young lady. After Nanny Zhao left, all matters were handed over to her. Since she said so, it would be two glasses of ice juice, so he couldn't refuse. But seeing that the young master asked twice, the steward also felt that something was wrong.

What's more, the young master kept staring at the ice juice.

Just as the steward's back was soaked with cold sweat and he was about to kneel down, Gu Yizi suddenly asked, "Where is she?"

"She...she went back after she cleaned up the dishes."

"Back?" Gu Yizi blurted out unexpectedly.

"If the young master has any instructions, I will go and call them back." The steward turned sideways and prepared to rush forward.

"No need, go down."

"What? Is she a spy? She didn't put poison in there, did she?" Qin Yang quickly removed the ice juice from his mouth and looked inside carefully. "She doesn't look like one..."

"It's getting late, you should go back."

Gu Yizi turned and left. Qin Yang had long been accustomed to his stomach rumbling, so he curled his lips and finished the glass that he had not touched.

In the next few days, Xia Zheng continued to help in the kitchen, and the other two did the same, each busy with their own work.

Only Qiu Ying not only did not restrain herself after that day, but became even worse. She even stopped doing her job in the bathroom and spent all day making fun of Xia Zheng.

This morning, just as Xia Zheng had gotten up, Qiu Ying sat in front of the bronze mirror and said sarcastically, "A handyman's life is a handyman's life. You're still so eager to get ahead every day. Do you think you can become a master just by making your cakes into something beautiful? You're dreaming! I'm afraid you don't even recognize the four words."

"If Sister Qiuying doesn't want to do her job, don't drag others into it." Xia Zheng said calmly as she stood up and walked out.

A fluffy flower flew over and landed at her feet as she stepped forward.

"Don't act so superior. Do you think the young lady is honoring you just because she asked you to help make cakes in the kitchen? She's just using you as a cook. I'm telling you, after a while, when new people come into the mansion, you won't be able to be a cook anymore. I can still go back to the Marquis' Mansion, but you, I don't know where you'll go. Tsk tsk, how pitiful."

Hearing Qiu Kui's words, Dong Lin, who was originally lying in bed, jumped out of bed, picked up the wooden comb in front of the dressing table, and while combing Qiu Ying's hair, he asked flatteringly: "Is what you just said true? Where did you get the news? Since we are sisters, please tell us about it."

"Why should I tell you that?" Qiu Ying snatched the wooden comb and rolled her eyes in disdain.

Donglin's expression froze for a moment before he immediately put on a smile. He took out a silver hairpin from his locked makeup box and inserted it into Qiuying's bun. "Oh, my dear sister, since we came together, please have some pity on us. When we return to the Marquis' Mansion, we can take care of each other, right?"

"Who do you think you are? I still need your care." Qiu Ying snorted disdainfully, but seeing Dong Lin's lapdog look, she felt a lot more comfortable. She glanced at Qiu Ying and said deliberately, "I feel sorry for you, so I'm telling you, stop dreaming. The past is all bullshit. Find a way out quickly. Of course, it has to be a solid way, otherwise, there's no going back."

He kept an eye on the changes in Xia Zheng's expression, wanting to see her panic and helplessness.

But Xia Zheng didn't even frown. She just bent down to pick up the velvet flower on the ground, patted it, put it on her head, and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Not getting the expected result, Qiu Ying was so angry that she pulled out the silver hairpin from her hair and threw it on the doorstep. "You pretentious bitch, I wonder how long you can keep up the hard work!"

Xia Zheng ignored him and went to the small kitchen to do her own work.

But Qiuying's words kept lingering in my mind.

The fact that Qiuying knew about the newcomer entering the house was probably a matter that had already been decided.

From what she said, it seemed that the newcomer was competing with them for the same position. If the newcomer succeeded, they would have no chance.

That day when she went to help in the kitchen was indeed her only chance.

Not working?

Can……

"Xia Zheng! Xia Zheng! What are you thinking about!" Chef Yang's loud voice exploded in her ears.

Xia Zheng snapped back to her senses and looked up, only to see Madam Zhao already standing outside the stove, her brows furrowed as she said, "The young master will be coming to the courtyard for dinner today. Madam has prepared the menu, please follow it."

Chef Yang took the list and Xia Zheng took a look. She found that both pastries were ones she had never made before.

Although she didn't understand why the young lady did this, Xia Zheng knew that since she had chosen this path, she had to seize every opportunity. As for whether it would succeed in the end, she could only wait and see.

……

into the night.

Gu Yizi arrived as promised.

As usual, Tao Yurong personally took the handkerchief and handed it to Gu Yizi, and they sat down at the dining table tacitly.

"Today I had a sudden idea and asked the kitchen to make some dishes that we rarely make on weekdays, so that we can change the taste." Tao Yurong smiled and picked up a piece of Bai Rui Thousand Layer Pastry and put it on Gu Yizi's plate.

Gu Yizi nodded, picked it up, took a light bite, and there was nothing unusual about it.

After that, the couple said nothing more and just ate quietly. Everything was harmonious, but there was an indescribable oppressive atmosphere, which made the people waiting on the side dare not even breathe.

"The sixth day of next month is a good day. Would you mind arranging for the Xue family's younger sister to come into the mansion that day?"

"Okay." Gu Yizi didn't even raise his eyes, as if it had nothing to do with him.

Tao Yurong's hands, hidden under her sleeves, tightened so much that they pulled up her skirt, but she maintained a faint smile as she said, "My husband has been away for many years, and there haven't been any new people in the mansion for a long time. The arrival of Xue's younger sister will make things more lively. I thought, why not take advantage of this opportunity to double the happiness and give my husband two more concubines? It will also be beneficial for his offspring."

"You decide on matters concerning the inner house." Gu Yizi put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth.

Knowing that he was about to leave, Tao Yurong said anxiously, "At least my husband has to be pleased with this, otherwise..."

"It's just a toy, just do it if you like it." Putting down the handkerchief, Gu Yizi stood up and left the side hall without looking back.

Two lines of clear tears fell from Tao Yurong's cheeks, fell into the dishes and exploded into pieces.