Her hands full of carbon black made her feel very uncomfortable, but she didn't care much about it. She quickly filled the bag and immediately put it into her arms, covering her stomach with her arms in her arms, and went out in a hurry.

The cook happened to push the door into the room. They met each other and were startled.

Instantly pick up the panic on her face, summer moon called to her: "you come back, just I also look for you!"

Looking at her bloated body and looking at her, the cook asked suspiciously, "are you pregnant?"

Xia Yue's heart is not happy, also inconvenient to be angry, pull a corner of the mouth to chat up and say: "you really love to joke, recently the weather is too cold, put on a few more clothes just!"

"What's on your face?"

Seeing the black stain on her face, the cook put out her hand.

She recoiled in a hurry, swayed her head against her sleeve.

At least, she is also a big girl around the prime minister's mansion. She is so rough that even the cook is not as good. Her eyes are even more confused.

Push her away and scan for a week. The dishes around her are in good order. Xia Yue was guilty, so she quickly got up and went out and called out to her: "Miss, I want to have steamed egg soup at noon, but I want it tender!"

He ran out in a hurry and almost hit the threshold and fell. Weak legs and feet, strong support to run far.

When the cook saw her, she looked around in a hurry. At last, she only found something strange in the charcoal fire. She quickly shook her head. "How could she send someone to steal this kind of charcoal fire, even poor people don't like it?"

I don't care. There's plenty of charcoal here anyway.

After Xia Yue took her back to her room, she wiped her face and rushed to the table. Wang Fuchun saw her and looked at her face with a smile.

In the heart does not understand, to the mirror Piao, squeeze out a bitter smile, face black and white meet, like a small cat in general.

"Wash it in secret and don't let people see it!" After summer cleaning, bring a copper basin, and then light it. For a long time, there was no Mars. It was very humid, and there were some sawdust that had not been burned out.

Smoke billowed, and soon, thin smoke filled every corner of the room.

"Miss, you go out first! Cough Covering her nose, tears flow, Xia Yue coughs and shouts at Wang Fuchun.

But she shook her head and said, "you go out and let me come by myself."

Xia Yue is deeply wrong. When she is in a daze, she is pushed out by Wang Fuchun and closes the door. The room is full of smoke. It is a fairyland in Penglai, but she knows that it is not good.

At this time, beitanghao happened to pass by and saw the fireworks coming out from the bottom. His face changed greatly. He immediately called out to her, "what are you doing in a daze? Please call someone to put out the fire!"

A kick on, the door was suddenly opened, the body with shaking, Xia Yue is about to rush in to pull out Wang Fuchun, but the tears choked by smoke, hoarse voice, cry and cry: "Miss, miss, where are you?"

Beitanghao lifted his sleeve and waved it vigorously. Under the smog, he saw a woman lying on the ground and immediately carried the man out. Take a breath.

Xia Yue opened the window and ran out. Seeing Wang Fuchun's eyes closed, she was sobbing. Soon after, Wang Fuchun woke up and turned around.

Seeing her lying in beitanghao's arms, she was ecstatic and exclaimed.

"Miss, you are awake!" The summer moon swayed forward happily.

Dizzy for a moment, she was not happy in her heart. She kneaded her forehead. When she saw beitanghao, she couldn't help but take out a handkerchief and shed tears.

"What are you doing? Almost set the house on fire! "

Weeping and plaintive, she said in a low voice, "it's cold now. My hands are cold all day long. I want to light a charcoal fire to keep warm."

Secretly pulled the summer moon.

She immediately realized that she knelt down and sobbed: "but what we have separated are some dirty charcoal, and the smoke is rolling. Miss is picking up a life!"

At this time, there is a small sound of footsteps. Qin Yuran and cui'er stand in the courtyard to enjoy the flowers. Seeing the smoke rolling, they come to check the scene.

After seeing this scene, Wang Fuchun's head was propped against beitanghao's body. She pushed her head and shook her. She didn't react. Beitanghao had already got up and helped her, "it's freezing. How did you come?"

Qin Yuran looks inside, still filled with smoke. The taste was so familiar that cui'er whispered: "it's dirty charcoal used in the kitchen!"

Qin Yuran sees the tears on the faces of the master and the servant. Their faces are complicated and their eyes are flashing. They avoid Qin Yuran's eyes. For a moment, they understand that they are still smiling.

"The king is still worried about the matter of the house, because Yuran is incompetent."

In the end, Qin Yuran was afraid. Hearing this, Wang Fuchun's face was always overjoyed. She said in a low voice: "the affairs of the palace are complicated, and it's understandable that my sister can't take good care of her occasionally! "

the implication is to give her the position of control.Beitang Hao frowned slightly and said nothing. Qin Yuran immediately got up and said in a deep voice, "my sister is right. I'll let my younger sister take charge of it. My sister has just been wronged!"

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the black dust from her face.

Qin Yuran whispered in a soft voice. His gentle manner made Wang Fuchun ecstatic. On the one hand, she pretended to refuse carelessly, "where does my sister say? My sister has done her best, but it's hard for us to do everything in this world!"

Beitang Hao immediately got up and said in a loud voice, "the side imperial concubine is so considerate, and it's just smoke. It's a false alarm. I think it's over! Yuran is so tired. Go back to have a rest earlier. I will accompany you! "

Staring at the two people's loving back, Wang Fuchun couldn't believe it. He opened his eyes and looked at Xia Yue, "this, this!" For a moment, he was too angry to speak.

Xia Yue also stayed, seeing her chest rise and fall, a voice to comfort the way: "Miss, you don't be angry, ah!" A deep sigh, a good card actually broke.

Wang Fuchun is eager to give himself a slap in the face, say what self abasement words, it is just by them to drill holes. Now it's better. Instead, Qin Yuran has been accomplished. This is a crime in vain.

She hurried in and kicked her foot on the copper. Ouch, she started to cry. It was painful and hot. She couldn't help holding her feet and sitting down on the chair.

Copper basin shaking, the dust inside wantonly spread, choking and coughing.

She was so anxious and angry that she thumped on the table with a heavy blow and said, "it's too much. I must let her suffer. It's hypocritical."