"Have you ever heard of Jinxia Pavilion?"

The affairs of Xia Moling and Xia Ziqi were all involved in Jinxia Pavilion, and this Jinxia question was mentioned again and again, and Xia Boran naturally had some impressions.

Xia Boran remembered that this mother-in-law was afraid that she also knew about Jinxia Pavilion, and it seemed that she had faintly mentioned Jinxia Pavilion, but there was nothing special about it, Xia Boran had too shallow impression of Jinxia Pavilion in Mrs. Zhang's mouth, and there was not even any trace.

"I know, I know, the old slave knows Jinxia Pavilion."

Mrs. Zhang nodded again and again, indicating that she did know.

Xia Boran was furious:

"Now that you know, why didn't you return it last time?!"

In his impression, Mrs. Zhang never mentioned the word Jinxia Pavilion at all.

"The old slave mentioned it at the time. In the past, the old slave was also on duty in the prime minister's house. When she came back from Bezhuang, the old slave said that in the traces of Bezhuang, Miss Qiu had dealings with the shops where she used to buy brocade cloth. ”

Mrs. Zhang's words are trying to express three meanings.

First, when she was on duty in the Prime Minister's Mansion before, she knew about the existence of Jinxia Pavilion.

Second, the reason why Mrs. Zhang knew about Jinxia Pavilion was because Yun Qiuqin had already been there.

Third, when he was in Beizhuang, Yun Qiuqin, who had obviously been looted of his money, was still able to contact Jinxia Pavilion.

Is this buying cloth?

What do you buy Yun Qiuqin with no silver?

Don't say it's on credit.

Not to mention the Prime Minister's Mansion, even Yun Qiuqin himself can't afford to lose this person.

As soon as Mrs. Zhang said this, Xia Boran really had an impression.

When Mrs. Zhang came back, she did have a return, when Yun Qiuqin was in Beizhuang, she had contacts with the familiar cloth village.

In fact, at that time, he also thought that Yun Qiuqin had a relationship with Buzhuang guys.

It was purely because Yun Qiuqin couldn't stand the coarse cloth linen, so he called the people from the cloth village to come and send some good cloth over.

However, Mrs. Zhang's words "Autumn Girl" thundered the people in the house.

The other people in the room are all masters and half-masters with status and status.

So Aunt Zheng and Aunt Zhao called Yun Qiuqin Qiu's family.

But Mrs. Zhang is a slave in the end, and she is not qualified to call Yun Qiuqin the Qiu family.

Because Yun Qiuqin is now only a roommate, she can only call a girl.

Even if Yun Qiuqin doesn't look very old.

But at her age, she has a daughter who is about to get married.

As soon as the girl screamed, goosebumps fell all over the ground.

"By the way, when Xiang Ye mentioned it today, the old slave remembered another thing."

Mrs. Zhang's eyes opened, and she thought of something "very important".

"Say!"

Xia Boran's eyes were dark, as if some emotions were churning.

"On that day, the people of Jinxia Pavilion came to look for Miss Qiu, and the hour was a little late. If it weren't for the old slave who got up late at night and was familiar with the guys in Jinxia Pavilion, he really wouldn't have recognized it. However, since then, Miss Qiu seems to have become rich, and from time to time she buys some chickens and ducks from local peasant women to add vegetables. ”

The purpose of banishing Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong to Beizhuang was to make Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong suffer.

Who knows, Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong are having a comfortable life.

There was no Mrs. Zhang, so she spent money to ask the peasant woman to help cook and add vegetables.

Thinking of the reason why Yun Qiuqin's hands were loose, it was because of the people who met Jinxia Pavilion in the middle of the night.

Xia Boran's breathing became heavier.

It's the middle of the night again, and it's with men!