The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 171 They Are Not Worthy of My Sadness

Old Hou Ye had asked Qing Moyan to help the second young master find an errand several times before, but Qing Moyan refused.

It's not that he doesn't help his second brother find work to do, but that the second young master has done things so terribly time and time again that Qing Moyan's heart has cooled.

"You want the second brother to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice?" Qing Moyan raised her head and glanced at the second young master.

His eyes were full of disdain.

Even the old Hou Ye couldn't stand it any longer, "He's your second brother!"

"I know, father doesn't need to make such a loud voice, I can hear you." Qing Moyan thought for a moment, "If father insists on letting the second brother enter the punishment department, then I have to obey orders."

As soon as this remark came out, even Ru Xiaonan was stunned.

Qing Moyan actually agreed?

"There is still a vacancy in the Master of Ceremonies. It is the ninth rank, in charge of funeral ceremonies."

The second young master was about to speak when he heard that he was under the ninth grade, but the old master gave him a vicious look, and he shut up again in fright.

Qing Moyan continued: "Although the official position is a bit low, at least the MC is in charge of the Dali Temple, so I can still speak. As long as the second brother does it in a down-to-earth manner, when the case is next and the trial is over, At that time, he will naturally have a share of the credit."

The second young master secretly swallowed his saliva, "Will it be as easy as the work of the Charcoal Division of the Ministry of Industry?"

The person who went to pick up the errand was none other than his old cronies. He didn't expect that the other party would change suddenly after he got the errand, from an unremarkable son of a concubine to a big brother who spends money wherever he goes.

Qing Moyan smiled coldly, "It's hard to find such a good job."

"But...the funeral utensils for the murder ceremony...isn't it too unlucky?" The second young master muttered.

Qing Moyan sighed, "Currently, this is the only place you can enter in the Ministry of Punishment. Who told father to want you to be proud of me."

Old Master Hou pondered for a while, he didn't dare to expect his second son to have any great promise, and he just wanted to let him follow Qing Moyan to gain some glory.

"What nonsense are you talking about? It's not auspicious!" Old Hou Ye scolded, "I think it's good, you will follow your elder brother to Dali Temple tomorrow."

The second young master opened his mouth, he still had a lot to say, but his father directly helped him take his idea.

Qing Moyan narrowed her eyes, "Since my father has agreed to the second brother's job, I have to say some things first, the second brother will go to the master of ceremonies to work as an errand, and he must first agree to three conditions."

"Brother, tell me." The second young master said nervously.

Qing Moyan played with the teacup at hand, and said casually: "First, without my permission, you are not allowed to participate in matters related to the case. Second, you must obey my orders when handling the case. Third, if you are in Frightened, insane or disabled in the process of handling the case... conceited."

There was a dead silence in the small hall.

The first two conditions are okay, but the third... What does this mean?Crazy or crippled?Is this going on a business trip or killing someone!
The second young master's calves couldn't help trembling, and he looked to his father for help.

Old Hou Ye's complexion was also not good, "Mo Yan, what do you mean?"

"I'm just telling the truth." Qing Moyan said quietly, "The prison envoys of Dali Temple often use some novel tricks, and the master of ceremonies is also a tool for funeral ceremonies, so it is inevitable to see some blood. I'm afraid he won't be able to take it."

Old Hou Ye's eyes twitched wildly, "If you can stand it, he can stand it!"

"That's what you said." Qing Moyan put down the teacup in her hand, "In this case, please ask father to make a written statement, so that when the second brother makes a mistake, you will blame me again, and I will handle the case according to the order , I have to take care of my second brother at the same time, I really can't take care of myself, please forgive me, father."

Ru Xiaonan was sitting on the chair, her eyes rolled wildly, looking at Qing Moyan for a while, and then at the old Hou Ye for a while, the expressions on everyone's faces were wonderful.

Sure enough, this is the time to fight hard, whoever is the most ruthless can gain a foothold in this mansion, otherwise he will be trampled under.

Old Hou Ye was so angry that his heart twitched, but he couldn't get angry.

Because he really didn't want his second son to eat and drink for free in the mansion anymore.

If he is not allowed to find an errand to do, the mansion will really drink the northwest wind. Recently, even the monthly number of servants has been reduced, and if it continues like this, he will have to drive people out.

After thinking about it, the old Hou Ye became cruel, "Okay, as long as your second brother abides by these three rules, he will be responsible for any accidents."

The second young master almost bit off his tongue, why did he take care of it himself, didn't you take care of it for me?
Ru Xiaonan covered her mouth and quickly turned her face away, she couldn't help laughing.

Dare to negotiate terms with Qing Moyan, Qing Moyan used to think that he was his own family, so I let you, since you didn't take him seriously, then he can't be polite to you.

Sensing that the little thing was suppressing a smile, Qing Moyan purposely stretched out her hand to fiddle with her hair.

She should be able to feel whatever he was thinking.

In the past, no matter how ruthless they were to him, he would always back down a little. In his heart, he would still tell himself that he had a family.

But now he doesn't care about it at all.

With the little thing by his side, she fills up what he lacks, even if one day he really turns against the Hou Fu, he will not regret it at all.

Old Hou Ye promised with his own mouth, but Qing Moyan didn't agree immediately.

"One last thing." Qing Moyan led Ru Xiaonan to stand up, "I hope father can tell me where my biological mother is buried. For so many years, my unfilial son always wants to burn something for her." Paper money is."

Old Hou Ye's face suddenly turned purple.

"Father, there is no need to answer in a hurry. Let's go back first. If father has made up his mind, he will send someone to tell me. I can also arrange for my second brother to go to Dali Temple tomorrow." In a fainted posture, she led Ru Xiaonan out of the front yard.

When she was outside, Ru Xiaonan couldn't help but want to laugh whenever she thought of the ashen face of the old master.

This was the first time she saw the old man being so angry that she couldn't even fight back.

She was giggling in her heart when she suddenly felt a pain in her hand.

Qing Moyan tightened her hand unconsciously, and squeezed her little hand tightly in her palm.

"It hurts!" Ru Xiaonan yelled at that moment, who couldn't stand such a strong force from him.

Qing Moyan woke up suddenly, and quickly opened her hands.

Ru Xiaonan bared her teeth in pain and wanted to pull her hand back.

Qing Moyan grasped her wrist, squatted down and looked carefully, "Where does it hurt?"

The chubby little hands are like a section of tender lotus root, slightly reddened by his pinching.

"It's okay...Qing Moyan, are you unhappy?" She noticed that the expression on his face was not as calm and leisurely as it was in the room just now.

Qing Moyan sneered, "No, no one can make me unhappy."

Ru Xiaonan suddenly stretched out her hands and held his face, "Qing Moyan, don't be sad, it's not worth being sad for them."

Even if it's father and son, what about brotherhood, how they treat him, she can see everything in her eyes.

Qing Mo's eyes dimmed, and she said in a hoarse voice, "How can I be sad, there is nothing else in this world that can make me sad except for one thing."

"What's the matter?" Ru Xiaonan asked curiously.

Qing Moyan leaned close to her ear and paused, "If you disappear, I will be sad."

His breath hit her ear, the soft touch was mixed with hot temperature.

She looked into his eyes, which were as deep as the sea for a moment.

(End of this chapter)