Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 132 Chapter 151
So without hesitation, she took off the cloak she was wearing, pulled out the hairpin on her head, and quickly made a few scratches near the hem with the hairpin tip.

Afterwards, she threw away the hairpin casually, and then tore the expensive-looking cloak into two long cloth heads along the scratches with her bare hands.

The tearing sound startled everyone to look at her, wondering what she was going to do.

Yan Qingcheng looked up at the maid, and politely ordered:
"Please find something to catch some rainwater for me, the more the better."

The maid first glanced at Chu Yu, Chu Yu nodded, and then she turned around to look for utensils in the hall, and other people also helped to find some earthenware bowls and basins.

The maid went out with a basin to catch the rain, and it was raining heavily. After a while, the maid, dripping with sweat, came to Yan Qingcheng's side with a basin full of rainwater and put it down.

Yan Qingcheng soaked the cloth in the icy rainwater, then wrung it out slightly, and put it on the jade-colored forehead to cool down.

Then use another half-dried cloth strip to wipe Yuse's arm to cool down the body surface.

Chu Yu frowned and glanced at Yan Qingcheng, took out a plain handkerchief from his body and handed it to the maid, beckoning her to go up and help, and said:

"Although the cloak on your body is expensive, the material is too hard and not suitable for scrubbing. I have a brocade handkerchief here, which is very soft and absorbs water. It will be better to use this."

The maid walked to the edge, leaned over to help, Yan Qingcheng took the handkerchief and smiled, "Thank you, but I am enough alone, Yuse is more familiar with life."

The maid had no choice but to back down.

Mo Fengyi stared at Yan Qingcheng and took care of Yuse. He was skillful, gentle and careful. He didn't mind the differences between men and women, let alone any gossip. Nothing could touch her truly indifferent heart.

If it is said that she doesn't love money, but she is able to hurt herself ruthlessly, using bitter tricks to gain sympathy, successfully tearing away Ji Wenshuang's hypocritical face, regaining everything that belongs to the Princess Pavilion, and completely changing the Princess Pavilion. It became a golden house.

But she would not hesitate to use the sapphire crested hairpin inlaid with silk and gemstones, which is worth thousands of gold, as a knife, and throw it aside without even looking at it. , but only three or two.

The antique satin cloak she was wearing was inconspicuous, but experts could tell at a glance that the two most valuable things on Yan Qingcheng's body were the hairpin on her head that had been used as trash, and the hairpin that had changed. A cloak of waste.

She was able to throw it all away like a pair of shoes, just to use the unknown jade around her to scrub her body and cool down.

Now even Mo Fengyi had to improve his opinion of Yan Qingcheng. Although he hadn't investigated Yan Qingcheng carefully, the resurrected Yan Qingcheng was indeed different from the Yan Qingcheng before his death.

Some things seem to be a little different from the plan, his blue pupils are filled with strange emotions, but it is hard to fathom his thoughts.

"Hey, it's raining too much, I only collected some half-dry firewood, and I still picked it up under the simple thatched shed on the back mountain."

Those who went out to collect firewood came back one after another, throwing the half-dried firewood in their hands on the ground.

Others helped to stack the firewood together, asking around who had brought the fire pocket, the boy hurriedly handed the fire pocket to the person who asked the question, the person opened the fire pocket and tried for a long time but couldn't light the fire.

Yan Qingcheng frowned and glanced over there. How could the firewood be lit like that? It really is a bunch of sour scholars who don't know firewood, rice, oil, salt, but love.

(End of this chapter)