Charm King Poison Queen

  Chapter 580 Sweet get along with the genius doctor (1)

That night, Qin'er moved in. When she first arrived, Qin'er seemed a little at a loss. She was timid, and changing her living environment frequently would make her feel uneasy and terrified. She should not be willing to move out of Ziyunxuan, but she And I'm not used to expressing my inner rejection, so it's hard for me to move here.

  Ning Yue sighed softly, what a poor child.

  Afterwards, Ning Yue looked at the two servant girls who were with Qin'er. The one with the round face was called Yue Zhi, and the one with the pointed face was called Pei'er.

Mother He smiled and put the bundle of Qin'er's clothes on the table, nodded and bowed and said: "Miss will get rid of the fourth grandma. If the fourth grandma is too busy, just ask someone to tell the servant, and the servant is waiting at any time." Your errand!"

  Speaking as if he is her master, if so, what is You Shi? Ning Yue secretly felt it was funny, but she didn't show it on her face, and said without leaking: "I feel more relieved when Mama He said that. If you don't understand or are not thoughtful, please ask Mama He to take care of you. When I should come to bother you, I will definitely not I'll be polite."

   "That's that, that is!" Mother He hurriedly responded, but was secretly shocked in her heart. Is this really a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl? How can you speak more sophisticatedly than Madam? Not to mention the demeanor of the whole body... It is said that he is a sick child, and his biological mother has been insane for ten years. How could the child raised by her aunt and concubine be so well raised? She glanced at Ning Yue in confusion, and just met Ning Yue's calm eyes, she seemed to have fallen into a deep pool, and her whole body trembled.

   "What's wrong with Mother He? Is something uncomfortable?" Ning Yue asked knowingly.

  Mother He touched her forehead, and found that there was a thin layer of sweat oozing out there for some reason. She was surprised, and said awkwardly: "No, it's nothing. It's probably hot, heat stroke."

   "Dongmei." Ning Yue called out towards the door.

  Dongmei lifted the curtain and entered: "What's wrong, miss? You called me?"

  Have been with each other for a long time, occasionally accidentally, claiming to come and go, but fortunately Ning Yue doesn't care.

   Ning Yue said to her with a smile: "Did the kitchen just make iced sour plum soup? Bring a bowl to Mama He."

   "Okay!" Dongmei responded with a smile, and the moment she turned around, she lowered her face, what is it? This old thing is also served with sour plum soup? Give her a meal of fried meat with bamboo shoots!

   There are two kinds of sour plum soup in the kitchen, one is made by the cook, and the other is made by Ning Yue. Of course, Dongmei is not stupid enough to take Ning Yue's soup out. It is her uncle's welfare! Dongmei returned to the upper room with sour plum soup, and gave it to Mama He respectfully. After coming to the palace for a long time, she learned some rules with Lian Xin and the others, and understood that at any time, she had to give the master a face. The more she disliked the person, the more she had to behave Be generous and not let the other party find the slightest fault!

  Mother He put down the bowl, secretly thinking that the rules of Liujinyuan are good, and even a maid is so polite, so it can be seen that the fourth grandma is not as bad as the rumors, otherwise, how to train the servants to behave like this?

   "Fourth grandma, thank you for your hospitality. The third lady fell and hurt her, and I'm afraid she won't be able to do without her. I'll go back first." She got up and said goodbye.

  Ning Yue nodded with a smile: "Mama He, go slowly, Dongmei, move Mama He."

   "Yes." Dongmei held Mother He's arm, smiling like a flower, "Mom please."

  Mother He waved her hand politely: "No need, I'll just go by myself."

   "Let Dongmei give it away."

  Ning Yue insisted that it was inconvenient for Mother He to be hypocritical, even though she felt that the more polite they treated her, the more numb she felt.

  (end of this chapter)