The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

Chunhua Qiuyue followed in panic all the way, for fear that the mistress would be bumped into.

The maidservant Chun frowned for a while, the hostess had really become a wild horse right now, and she regretted bringing her out.

I didn't feel tired after playing for several hours, and I almost went around half of the imperial city in half a day.

In the end, a few panting people sat in the private room on the second floor of Zuihua Building, eating pastries and drinking tea, before they calmed down for a while.

"Master, it's getting dark, let's go back." Qiuqiu was a little anxious, seeing that the sun was about to set, the hostess had no intention of going back at all, wouldn't she still want to visit the night market? [

Tianjun had ordered before, to take the hostess back before dark.

"That's right, young master, let's go back, I'll be out tomorrow." The servant girl Chun also persuaded.

An Ying fiddled with the folding fan like a treasure, and looked at the sunset outside the window with some disappointment. She swaggered and played all day, but there was no little episode. Could it be that she guessed wrong?

Seeing that the sun was about to set, she had no choice but to pat her sleeves and nodded in disappointment, "Let's go, or if Hao finds out, he will blow his nose and stare at me again."

Several people paid for the tea and walked slowly down the stairs on the second floor of Zuihua Building.

Afterwards, he got into the carriage, and after sitting firmly, the carriage slowly galloped towards the palace.

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With a thud, the carriage stopped suddenly, Chun poked his head out angrily, and looked at the attendant Qiu with reproachful eyes: "What's going on?"

"There was a little boy rushing over in front of him. He seemed to have been hit by a carriage. I'll get out of the carriage to have a look." The attendant Qiu saluted An Ying in the carriage with some apology, and hurriedly got out of the carriage.

I don't know why, but suddenly there was an argument.

An Ying frowned, and signaled Chunhua to help her get out of the car, only to find that a certain woman of the god level was holding the little boy with only minor bruises, and blocked them from leaving, even if she paid for the medical expenses.

For a while, many people surrounded this section of the road, pointing at An Ying and the others.

The attendant Qiu was a little impatient: "Why are you so unreasonable, and you will give you money even if you ask for it. Is 50 taels not enough for you to see a doctor? When did we bully your orphans and widows?"

"Or, Qiuqiu, you're giving her 50 taels." An Ying looked at the aunt who was sitting in front of the carriage and crying with her arms around the boy, feeling a little sympathetic in her heart. After all, it was their fault that hit someone else.