Chapter 12 Chapter 12 Rules of Survival

After getting off Bajiao Mountain, turning around a small rockery, you enter Meilin. Today, all the prodigal sons of the major families in Zhenhuang City gathered in Zhuge Mansion, and the generation of Mei Lin was strictly guarded and very quiet.Chu Qiao is small in stature, walking in the plum grove, standing on tiptoe to pick two plum blossoms from time to time, very leisurely. "Hey! Come here!" An unceremonious voice suddenly sounded, with a childish voice and a domineering tone.Chu Qiao raised her head and looked around, only to see that he was a young man in brocade robes in his teens, wearing an emerald green robe, with a snow-white sable tail tightly sewn on the skirt with golden embroidered threads. His tail was fluffy, surrounding his clean and clean face, his small firm nose was slightly wrinkled, and a pair of dark eyes stared at her, shouting loudly: "It's you, I call you!"

Chu Qiao frowned slightly, thinking it was better not to cause trouble, she bowed politely, and said in a deep voice: "Your maidservant still has something to do, please forgive me for not staying for long." After finishing speaking, she turned around and was about to leave. The young master was taken aback, he didn't expect that the servant would leave just like that, wrinkled his little nose, immediately waved the whip in his hand, and shouted: "Slave dog! How courageous!" Hearing the sound, Chu Qiao changed her position, turned her head abruptly, stretched out a pair of tender white hands and grasped the end of the horsewhip in her hand, and looked over with sharp and cold eyes.

How did the young master think that the little maid of Zhuge's family was so tough, she pulled back vigorously but she didn't move, pouted her little mouth, and said angrily: "Are you looking for death? I'll have you chopped off!" Chu Qiao smiled coldly, and deftly turned the hand holding the whip, the handle of the whip slipped out of the young master's hand and landed in Chu Qiao's hand.The girl is less than eight years old, with a petite figure and a pink and tender face, but there is absolutely no childish look in her eyes.She walked forward step by step with a calm face, and said in a flat voice: "The whip is used to drive the horse, not to beat people."

After finishing speaking, he handed the whip upside down to the young master's hand, turned around and was about to leave. The young master saw that although the little girl was smaller than him, but she was very imposing and agile, he felt a little close to her.Seeing that she was about to leave, she was a little anxious, but she couldn't hold back her face and said something nice, so she ran up to stop her in anger, and shouted: "Which courtyard are you from Zhuge's house? What's your name? What's your name?" Do you know who I am? Believe it or not, I really asked someone to drag you out and kill you?"

Chu Qiao raised her head, glanced at the young master indifferently, pushed his arm away, and raised her eyebrows contemptuously: "If you can't beat others, you keep asking for someone, what kind of skill is it? What is the identity of a person like you? I have no interest in knowing." The plum tree swayed slightly, and the young man in brocade robe stood in the middle of the plum grove, watching Chu Qiao's small body gradually disappearing at the end of the grove, he was a little dazed. Back at Qingshan Courtyard, Chu Qiao greeted the servants walking around, and went straight into the pavilion.Zhuge Yue half leaned on the soft couch, looking lazy.Seeing Chu Qiao come in, she didn't lift her head, she just glanced lightly with the end of her eyes.

Chu Qiao walked up to a sapphire vase, took out yesterday's flowers, and inserted the freshly picked plum branches into it one by one.After finishing, he walked to Zhuge Yue's side, squatted in front of the small incense burner, mixed the snow water swept from the plum blossoms with orchid incense, then poured it carefully into the incense burner, and fanned it gently with the small fan.The smell in the room immediately became fresh, Zhuge Yue took a long breath, and gradually closed his eyes. More than half an hour passed, and Zhuge Yue seemed to have fallen asleep, when there was a sudden noise outside, the young man opened his eyes impatiently, and frowned lightly.

"Fourth young master, the steward Zhu of the outer mansion just sent someone to say that Miss Jinsi was caught at the foot of Bajiao Mountain. Miss Jinsi was carrying a pot of vine horns and a large number of poisonous snakes with her. She took the stolen goods and is now in charge. It's under trial." Zhuge Yue narrowed his eyes slightly, and said slowly: "Although Jinsi is domineering, she is very timid. She dares to carry a poisonous snake with her? Did you hear what she said?" "She said..." The servant's voice dropped immediately, and he squinted at Chu Qiao, who was sitting quietly in a corner, and said in a low voice, "She said that she followed Xing'er, and that it was Xing'er's design. She and Jin Zhu were framed to avenge the children of the Jing family who died a while ago."

"Xing'er," Zhuge Yue said, "explain yourself." Chu Qiao knelt on the ground, and replied in a calm voice: "Xing'er didn't do what the Fourth Young Master said." "Then where have you been?" "Xing'er went to the Plum Garden." "Did anyone else see it?" The child tilted his head, thought for a moment, and said: "Xing'er met a young master in the garden, not the young master in our mansion, he was more than ten years old, wearing an emerald green robe with a snow-white sable tail on the skirt, Xing'er I don't know his name."

"En," Zhuge Yue nodded, and said to the servant who sent the message, "Go down." The servant was slightly taken aback, and cautiously asked suspiciously, "Then Miss Jinsi?" Zhuge Yue raised his head halfway, leaned against the couch with his eyes closed, and said slowly: "If you do something wrong, you will be punished. Let the directorate decide what to do." The man backed away with a promise, the room was quiet, only the fragrance of the incense wafting faintly, like a cloud of mist. "Xing'er, do you hate the family for killing your relatives?"

Chu Qiao lowered her head and replied obediently: "Master, Xing'er has been a slave in the mansion since she was sensible. It is because of the young master that Xing'er can sleep on a warm bed, eat hot dishes and meals, and wear warm clothes. My son is still young, I can't hold so many things in my heart, I just want to serve the young master well and live well." "Well," Zhuge Yue nodded, "It's best for you to think this way. Although you are young, you can do things safely. From now on, you will be in charge of the pavilion." "Yes, thank you, master." The child lowered his head respectfully, and after a long time, he suddenly said, "Master, do you believe that it was Sister Jinzhu who was framed by Sister Jinyu?"

Zhuge Yue snorted softly: "How much courage does Jinsi have? Even if she had, she would not have thought of such a plan. Zhu Shun is an old man in the mansion. He did something wrong and was beaten. He felt embarrassed and wanted to save himself. There's nothing wrong with finding a step down. It's just that he shouldn't have poured dirty water into my Qingshan courtyard to clean himself up by pretending to be a slave in the courtyard. The memory is not long." "Then why didn't the young master help Sister Jinyu? The directorate will beat her to death." "If she really did the thing, I would save her instead. She can fall into other people's trap so easily, which shows that she is stupid. What's the use of such a person staying in my Qingshanyuan." The noon sun was glaring, lazily shooting in through the gaps in the window, and the plum blossoms smelled fresh. Chu Qiao sat on a small stool, her eyes slightly narrowed. The time is getting ripe, and she doesn't want to waste any more time.