My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave - Chapter 6

Gao Chengping was poured tea on his face for no reason, burning with anger, and shouting to the people behind him: “Damn! Get him here!”

Wu Qi grabbed Gu Lang and ran, “Let’s go!”

Zhao Zhuo: “…” What did you do with my young master?

But everyone was dragged away, so he had to follow.

They left the teahouse and ran around in the streets. Gao Cheng led the people into the alley, and heard them whispering in front of them: “If you let Xiangye know about this, you will be blamed…”

The servant who poured the tea said: “It’s okay, Master Xiang protects his shortcomings, and hates Beiqi people, so he won’t blame us.”

“If Beiqi people go to the Xiangfu to ask for someone…”

“Let’s hide it, Master Xiang naturally has something to say…”

Gao Cheng was furious when he heard it, and he chased the horse even more urgently. But the alley twists and turns, chasing and chasing, the three people somehow disappeared, and they couldn’t find it after searching for a long time. He had to hold back his anger and walked away.

Wu Qi stuck his head out from the wall and was relieved when he saw that the person had left.

Gu Lang and Zhao Zhuo also stuck their heads out one after another.

“Why did you ask me to say that?” Gu Lang asked Wu Qi with a frown. Just as they turned the corner, Wu Qi suddenly leaned close to his ear and asked him to ask that question on purpose.

Wu Qi: “I’m not afraid that he can’t find anyone in the Prime Minister’s Mansion, and suspects us…”

Gu Lang: “It’s you, it has nothing to do with me.”

“Why is it irrelevant?” Wu Qi said calmly, “If it wasn’t for Brother Gu, you ordered that pot of tea, how could I accidentally pour it down and offend the Beiqi people.”

Gu Lang’s forehead jumped, “Accidental?”

Wu Qi nodded, “I said it all, it was a slippery moment.”

Zhao Zhuo thought, this person is really shameless than Young Master Murong. It was obvious that he picked up the teapot on the table and poured it at Gao Cheng. That action was smooth and smooth, and it was done in one go.

Seeing that he didn’t admit it, Gu Lang knew that it was useless to say more. He asked Zhao Zhuo to go back first, and then told Wu Qidao that he was going to be on duty today, so he went back to the East Palace first.

And Wu Qi didn’t know where he went, and he didn’t come back when it was getting late.

After Gao Cheng didn’t catch anyone in the alley, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he went to the Prime Minister’s Mansion to find someone.

The prime minister was extremely surprised, saying that the servants in the manor had no such courage, was there any misunderstanding?

He also called out all the servants in the house and asked Gao Cheng to identify them carefully.

Gao Cheng looked round and round, but was stunned that he didn’t find the person who poured the tea.

He remembered the man who said, “Master Xiang protects his shortcomings and hates people from Beiqi, so he won’t blame us.”

“Let’s hide it, Master Xiang naturally has something to say…”

hide?

Gao Cheng slapped the table and left angrily.

The Prime Minister was taken aback, not knowing why.

Murong Yan went back to the mountain and river casino, Sun Fang gave him a river lantern, winked and said, “The boss, some people are afraid that you will become a lonely ghost, so let me light the river lantern for you.”

Murong Yan took the river lantern, glanced at it, and smiled.

On the lamp surface, there are two words on the back of the paper – Murong.

It was the handwriting he was most familiar with.

“What did he say?” Murong Yan asked, touching the words on the river lantern.

“Let me light a river lantern for you,” Sun Fang exaggerated, “tsk tsk, my eyes are red from crying, but sad…”

Murong Yan: “You ordered it? Why didn’t he order it?”

Sun Fang: “…I don’t know.” Probably afraid that you, a lonely ghost, would haunt him in the middle of the night?

Gu Lang went to bed/bed early, and slept until midnight when he was startled that someone was approaching. As soon as he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw Wu Qi pressing down, hugging him with his hands and feet, and rubbing against his neck, muttering: “Beauty…”

Gu Lang: “…”

Is this, sleepwalking again?