Oops, the male villain looked at me with affection in his eyes

The embroidery girl stood up reluctantly, bit her lip and whispered: "Girl, girl, what kind of handkerchief do you use to wipe your face? The handkerchiefs in our embroidery pavilion cost at least twenty cents each." "

Zong Guohui stroked the smelly water from her hair and almost went crazy. She said eagerly: "Then let's get ten items first, hurry up!"

The embroidery girl was glared at by her and hurriedly brought ten handkerchiefs and handed them to Zong Guohui; the handkerchiefs were simply embroidered with plum blossoms, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums, and they were silky and smooth without absorbing water.

Zong Guohui walked to the door with the handkerchief wrapped in rotten egg liquid. Without her hands to support Liu Hai, her eyes were blurred.

Zong Guohui opened his eyes wide, barely looked in the direction, and then threw it at the few people in the crowd who were walking together most closely.

It was the people over there who threw it away the most just now, and now she, Zong Guohui, returned it in full!

As noon approaches, Tiansheng Street is in full swing.

People were coming and going in front of Xiupin Pavilion. Zong Ping Hui smiled brightly and led several colleagues towards Fan Tower.

"I heard that Fan Lou has a new dish today, so Ping Hui invited all the brothers to try it."

Before he finished speaking, everyone around him was heard exclaiming.

Zong Guohui listened to the surprised cries from the crowd, with a vicious smile on his juice-filled face.

I told you to bully me and laugh at me. I won’t come here looking for my father today, and I can still make you run away with your head in your arms!

She tied the veil over her head again, wrapped up a packet of rotten egg liquid, and shook it in her hand.

The little girl didn't expect Zong Guohui to get mad again. She backed away in fear, and then backed away again.

Zong Pinghui turned his head hesitantly and saw a pink plum blossom-embroidered handkerchief wrapped in something coming towards him.

He subconsciously raised his hand and accepted it. The people of the Tiansheng Dynasty were open-minded, and occasionally a girl would throw a handkerchief to the boy she liked in the street to show her love.

Zong Pinghui looked at the pink handkerchief with a hint of pride on his lips.

Unexpectedly, when he was about to reach his thirties, he would be courted on the street, and Zong Pinghui would have to take another concubine.

However, before his proud smile could bloom, the handkerchief fell apart in his hands, and a strong smell of fishy smell hit his face. Zong Pinghui felt that his hands were extremely slippery.

Before he could take a closer look, the second veil came towards him again.

Zong Pinghui felt something hit his head, and then sticky rotten egg liquid flowed all over his face.

He picked a rotten vegetable leaf from his head and looked at his colleagues who were also stunned beside him in disbelief.

Zong Guohui heard the screams from everyone, and her hands trembled with excitement, and she threw out the dirty handkerchiefs one after another.

The crowd outside had already dispersed, leaving only a few or two people waiting outside the door with their sleeves rolled up, hoping to watch the fun.

Now that they saw the girl hitting several officials, they all ran out quickly.

Only the people who gradually heard the sound were left, looking at the farce in surprise.

Zong Pinghui was so angry that he was shaking all over. He wiped the egg liquid from the corners of his eyes and saw that all his colleagues around him had also suffered from the smelly handkerchief.

He was so angry that he jumped on his feet and shouted loudly: "Where did this ignorant woman come from? She dared to humiliate the imperial official in the street, and she didn't just come out and arrest her!"

When the little embroidered girl in the building saw that things were getting serious, she hurried forward and whispered: "Girl, don't throw it away, those are the officials!"

Zong Guohui was so excited that she didn't react at first, so she threw harder and harder.

When her eyes gradually became clear, she saw her father holding a pile of rotten vegetable leaves on his head and looking in her direction furiously.

The screams of the crowd faded away, and only the sound of his father's violent drink could be heard.

"I told you, where did this crazy woman come from? She dared to humiliate an official of the imperial court in the street, why didn't she come out quickly and get arrested without mercy?"

Zong Guohui's legs softened and she slid down against the concierge.

It’s over.

Zong Pinghui couldn't help but see no one coming, and the arrogant mad woman had long since disappeared from the door of Xiupin Pavilion.

Everyone held their breath for a moment, and on the streets that were usually bustling with activity, you could hear needles dropping.

Zong Guohui covered her face silently.

Zong Pinghui quickly walked into the embroidery pavilion and saw a woman kneeling on the ground with her face covered, her head and body covered with yellow rotten egg liquid.

He frowned, pointed at Zong Guohui on the ground, and the authority of the fifth-rank official on his body was revealed: "Who is so bold, why don't you raise your head quickly?"

The officials who were with him walked together, and they all looked at Zong Guohui on the ground with disgust.

At this time, Zong Pinghui looked at the woman on the ground covering her face and sobbing, and felt a little familiar inexplicably.

He looked at it carefully, but the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

It wasn't until he saw Zong Guohui's big feet that he confirmed the identity of the woman in front of him.

Zong Guohui didn't like to have her feet bound since she was a child. She always cried when her feet were bound. Her little mother was impatient and kept coaxing her, so she secretly loosened her feet.

His pupils shrank and he closed his eyes in disbelief.

When he opened his eyes again, Zong Pinghui couldn't help but feel angry and anxious when he recognized Zong Guohui's spring clothes from last year.

After thinking for a long time, he finally suppressed the raging anger in his heart, walked to Zong Guohui, and blocked the angry sight of several colleagues:

"Ping Hui didn't expect that something like this would happen today. Brothers, your clothes are dirty, so go back and freshen up first. Ping Hui will invite some of you to a drink some other day."

Although everyone was resentful, they all noticed something fishy when they saw Zong Pinghui change his angry behavior.

It's just that Zong Pinghui would treat a few of him to drinks every few days, so they all shut up and left with fists in their hands.

The shopkeeper stood at the corner of the stairs, listening to what Zong Pinghui said, turned around and quietly returned to the second floor.

As an old shopkeeper for more than 20 years, I have seen a lot of the secret affairs of noble families in Beijing.

As long as no big trouble occurs in his embroidery pavilion, this little official's family affairs will be left to him.

The shopkeeper sat at the table and continued to calculate the accounts.

After a while, the sound of crackling and abacus moving was heard in the building.

Zong Guohui cried, not daring to raise her eyes to look at her father.

Zong Pinghui saw more and more people gathering outside, stretching their necks to peek in the door quietly. He wanted to slap Zong Guohui wildly.

But now that everyone was watching eagerly, he couldn't move easily, so he paused, glanced at everyone in the room, and put his hands behind his back.

"Does your store have a back door?"

The little embroidery girl from before quickly opened her mouth and replied: "Yes, yes, sir, please come with me."

Zong Pinghui looked at Zong Guohui on the ground and said coldly: "You are so embarrassing, why don't you keep up?!"

Zong Guohui hurriedly followed after him.

The little embroidered girl picked up the little whitebait on the ground and chased after it: "Girl, your whitebait."

Zong Guohui hunched her shoulders and timidly took the little whitebait.

Zong Pinghui spread his palms and said, "Bring it here!"

The little silverbait in Zong Guohui's hand turned around and was handed to Zong Pinghui's hand.

Without saying a word, the father and daughter returned to the Qiongxiang Clan's house in the same stinky state.

After entering the clan mansion, Zong Pinghui ordered Uncle Weng to open an ancestral hall and ask for family rituals.

Under the curious or panicked eyes of everyone, he beat the kneeling Zong Guohui half to death.

The thick cane whipped her body, and Zong Guohui let out a shrill scream.

Zong Guohui's wife looked at her furious master and bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

I am deeply afraid that if I am not careful, my careless daughter will cause me to fall out of favor.

Zong Pinghui handed the family law to Uncle Weng who was standing aside, shook his numb hand and said: "From now on, the second young lady will be locked up in the ancestral hall. She will not be released within a month."