The medical concubine is so cute

Chapter 143 Are you a sensationalist?

The veins on Mu Rusu's forehead twitched slightly, and he shook his head helplessly.

With his hand on the table, he tapped a few times, the sound was not loud, but Ning Qingyue could hear it clearly, and then his fingers slid a few times, the range was so small that only two people could notice it.

When Ning Qingyue saw Mu Rusu's actions and understood her intentions, her eyes lit up immediately, but after watching his actions for a while, she suddenly had a headache again.

What are these things?
She couldn't decipher it at all, okay, she just wanted to ask Mu Rusu what was written in spoken language, but the woman in white made another sound.

"It's not enough to have a thousand cups of wine with a bosom friend. I just see that the girl is also interested in the topic, so I just want to discuss it with the girl. If the girl really doesn't want to answer, then that's all."

The woman in white had a regretful tone, her soft and sweet voice made all the men in the building feel pity and pity.

At this time, someone answered: "Girl, although you have good intentions, but I see, this girl seems not to be able to connect with this couplet, I'm afraid I will disappoint your good intentions."

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately echoed them.

They are so many literati, sitting here, they didn't think of a very brilliant couplet, it's fine for the woman in white to match, she looked like a lady of everyone, so she was not surprised when they came out.

But Ning Qingyue, who looks like a rough servant girl, if she can match this couplet, wouldn't she be slapping the faces of these literati?
When the woman in white heard the words, a trace of apology flashed in her eyes, and she said, "So, I misunderstood the meaning of the girl, so the little girl will not force the girl."

Ning Qingyue: "..."

So scheming enough!This is to let everyone know in front of everyone that she has no ink in her belly?
There was a sneer in her heart, but Ning Qingyue smiled calmly on her face. She stood up, looked at the woman in white and said.

"Girl, to be honest, I really don't know how to do the above topic, but I don't think it's a strange thing, right? There are so many people in the building, isn't the girl the only one who rang the gong?"

The woman in white: "..."

She suddenly felt that she had overestimated Ning Qingyue's IQ. Although this was reasonable, bringing everyone in the building with her would only offend the people in this building.

The corner of her mouth curled up, her eyelids drooped slightly, she looked down at Ning Qingyue, and said: "There are not a few people in the building who can match this couplet, but they are relatively low-key and don't like grandstanding."

"Really?" Ning Qingyue raised her eyebrows, "What does that girl mean, you are a sensationalist?"

The woman in white: "..."

She didn't speak, she didn't know how to answer, and she seemed aggrieved.

This expression immediately aroused the pity and pity of the literati around them.

Someone beat and hugged and said: "Since ancient times, villains and girls have been difficult to raise, and a tricky girl who doesn't know a few big characters is even more likely to mess around."

Ning Qingyu turned her attention directly to the person who spoke, and asked, "My lord, are you saying that I have no ink in my stomach?"

That young master seemed to have never expected that Ning Qingyue would dare to ask him so directly, his face turned red all of a sudden, but he didn't want to appear cowardly, so he said.

"If the girl is not convinced, you can come up with the last question."

Ning Qingyue folded her hands on her chest, looked at him with her head tilted and said, "I've just admitted that I really can't match up, and besides, whether there is ink in my stomach is not something that can be determined by a single question, right?"

(End of this chapter)