The general's wife is pretending to be weak again

Chapter 228
Mu Qingyu tilted her head and thought hard for a while: "You look like Li Zhao, but you are different from him. You look better than him."

Li Zhao looked at Mu Qingyu's blushing cheeks and wondered how much he had drunk.

Her eyes were covered with mist, and water could be squeezed out of her delicate voice.

Her frowns, smiles, and actions are no longer as usual, and she is a little more accompanying.

It turned out that Mu Qingyu looked like this when he was drunk.

The corner of Li Zhao's mouth was raised slightly, and his tone softened a lot: "I'll be him."

"Ah?" Mu Qingyu was surprised, and stretched out his hand to pinch Li Zhao's cheek, but he couldn't do it for a while, and then patted it a few times with a little strength.

This person has a thick skin, Mu Qingyu muttered silently.

She withdrew her hand, with an expression of disbelief still on her face.

Li Zhao took something out of his arms, but before Mu Qingyu looked at it carefully, Li Zhao tied it around her neck with his own hands.

"You can't blow the wind after drinking, go in."

Li Zhao closed the window without hesitation.

It was suddenly dark in front of her, Mu Qingyu took a few steps back, feeling dizzy, she rubbed herself to the side of the bed, and lay down heavily on it.

The window opened again, and a moment later closed again from the outside.

The next day, Mu Qingyu woke up at Mo Zhu's call.

"Miss, drink the hangover soup first before going to sleep, it will make you feel better." Mo Zhu coaxed softly.

When Mo Zhu came over late last night, he was shocked to find that Mu Qingyu drank a whole pot of wine by himself.

Seeing that Mu Qingyu was sleeping soundly at that time, he didn't wake her up.

After Mo Zhu and Miao Xiang changed Mu Qingyu's clothes together, the two took turns guarding Mu Qingyu.

The sun was high now, and the sun was streaming in through the screened windows.

Mo Zhu had no choice but to wake Mu Qingyu up first.

Mu Qingyu opened his eyes, but before he could speak, he felt a pain in his head that was about to split open.

She wrinkled her face, and her uncomfortable features were squeezed together.

Mo Zhu called Miao Xiang in, and the two worked together to feed Mu Qingyu a bowl of hangover soup.

After drinking the hangover soup, Mu Qingyu fell asleep again in a daze, and didn't get up until lunch time.

Fortunately, Mrs. Mu was closing the door to thank guests for Mu Qingling's sake.Even if Mu Qingyu sleeps until this hour, no one will take care of her.

"Miss, get up and eat something." Mo Zhu said.

Mu Qingyu's headache didn't hurt so much, and with Mo Zhu's help, she sat up.

After sleeping for a long time, my body almost fell apart.

Mu Qingyu walked slowly in the room with her shoes on.

"Huh? Miss, is the jade pendant on your neck also a congratulatory gift from yesterday?" Mo Zhu asked while tidying up the bed.

When she was tidying up yesterday, she didn't see this jade pendant.

It looks like an ordinary jade pendant from a distance, but as long as the sun shines, the jade pendant emits a faint light.

When Mu Qingyu lowered her head, she realized when she was wearing a jade pendant around her neck. She didn't remember when she put it on.

Mu Qingyu picked up the jade pendant, only to see blossoming hibiscus carved on the jade pendant.The whole body of the jade pendant is white and moist. When I look carefully, I can occasionally see a white light flashing inside the jade pendant, as bright as a shooting star across the sky.

Mu Qingyu's eyes lit up, and he sat on the chair and played with it.

"Who gave this to me?" Mu Qingyu asked, this jade pendant did not belong to her, it must be a birthday present from someone else.

"The servant doesn't know either. The servant will take a look at the booklet later."

Mu Qingyu hummed, and some fragmented images suddenly appeared in his mind.

So real, in those pictures, she reached out and squeezed the man's face.

Mu Qingyu's cheeks were hot.

"Miss, why is your face so red? Did you catch a cold?" Mo Zhu came over and asked worriedly.

Mu Qingyu held his face in both hands, avoiding Mo Zhu's probing eyes.

"It's okay, it's getting hot from wearing too many clothes, I'm hungry, let them bring in lunch." Mu Qingyu quickly changed the topic.

"Okay." Mo Zhu turned around and prepared to open the door.

"By the way! I already know who gave me this jade pendant, so you don't need to look it up."

Mo Zhu turned his head and looked at Mu Qingyu suspiciously, but agreed anyway.

Mu Qingyu lay on the couch, howling in his heart, it really was a mistake to drink.

As soon as Mu Qingyu's birthday banquet is over, the Dingguo Palace will be busy with Mu Qingxue's marriage.

Mu Qingxue also settled down a lot, and Mu Qingyu was happy to have a leisurely time, so she found a female shopkeeper and followed her to learn how to read the account books.

Qin's dowry is still waiting for her to take care of it.

After she gets married, there will be a generous dowry, and she doesn't even know how to read the account book. Isn't she going to be led by the nose by someone who cares?
Mother Zhou is a warning.

In the largest pawn shop in the capital city, Mrs. Zhang walked in with a cloak and several maidservants.

The clerk of the pawn shop saw Zhang's attire, and the maidservants following Zhang were all carrying heavy burdens.

The guy was overjoyed, the big business came.

The clerk hurriedly greeted Mrs. Zhang and others, and sat down in the box inside, while he went to call the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man, who graciously poured a cup of tea for Mrs. Zhang.

"I don't know what this lady wants to be?" asked the shopkeeper.

He has seen many noble wives whose families are in decline, but in order to maintain their fine clothes and food, they had to secretly pawn their dowry.

Such customers, for the sake of face, often give a similar price and leave happily.

Mrs. Zhang said to the servant girls, "Take out the things."

The maids opened the bag and showed the contents inside.

They opened the bag together, and the glittering jewelry inside almost dazzled the shopkeeper.

There are various kinds of jewelry in several bags, and each piece is carefully crafted and made by heavy industry.

The shopkeeper couldn't help swallowing, he was indeed a big customer.

"You can make a price." Mrs. Zhang was very satisfied with the shopkeeper's reaction, and said contemptuously.

"Let me take a look first." The shopkeeper looked carefully.

There are more than 20 kinds of these jewelry, and each piece is worth a lot of money.The shopkeeper looked at Mrs. Zhang's expression, and compared three fingers.

Mrs. Zhang snorted, threw the tea bowl on the table, and said angrily: "Are you trying to deceive me? Don't pretend that I don't know the goods. You are not the only pawn shop in the capital."

After speaking, Mrs. Zhang got up and was about to leave.

The shopkeeper was busy blocking the door, and smiled flatteringly: "Madam, if you are not satisfied with the price, we can still discuss it, don't rush to leave."

Mrs. Zhang sat back with a cold face.

The two talked about the price, but they couldn't get together.

Mrs. Zhang only asked for the price, and the shopkeeper refused to lose this big business, so she coaxed her with nice words.

Mrs. Zhang then said, "I'm not going to hide it from you. I'm going to pawn these jewelry, and the money I get will be used to buy jewelry and add to my niece's dowry."

After Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, she waited for the shopkeeper's answer.

She had lived in the market for many years, and she had heard that the shopkeeper was a good buddy with the shopkeeper of Linlang Pavilion, one of the best jewelry shops in the capital.

The shopkeeper frowned, and it took a long time before he revealed his background: "To tell you the truth, Madam, the shopkeeper of Linlang Pavilion and I are old friends. If Madam wants to exchange things, I'm the right person. I'll take you there right away." How about Linlang Pavilion?"

The shopkeeper's words hit Mrs. Zhang's heart, and Mrs. Zhang agreed after a moment of reserved thinking.

(End of this chapter)