Laughing, the host always wants to escape

Chapter 109 The Regent Has a Beautiful Girl in His Golden House (16)

Hearing his words, Mu Hanqing narrowed his eyes a little, "Why? You don't agree?"

"Your Highness, she just stole something, there is no need to cut off an arm, right? If necessary, you can kick her out of the house?" Tang Cuo tested cautiously.

"You want to protect her?"

"I just think it was too cruel for you to cut off her arm." Tang Cuo frowned.

"Cruel? If she could think of the consequences of being caught before, do you think she would still do that? If you let her go this time, luck will take root in her heart. Can you guarantee that she won't come again next time?" Mu Hanqing said in a light tone, as if waiting for Tang Cuo's answer.

"So in your Highness's mind, this arm must be cut off?"

"Not really. I always believe in equal exchange. If you want to save her, just show us your bargaining chips." Mu Hanqing looked at him with interest.

chips?

I don't have a penny, why don't you sell me...

"I wonder if Your Majesty thinks I have something that can be used as a bargaining chip?" Tang Cuo pursed his lips and asked.

"nature."

"What is it?" Tang Cuo was a little confused.

"Come to my study and I will tell you in person." Mu Hanqing whispered in his ear.

Then he turned around and looked at Guan Shang, whose face was livid, and said calmly, "I will give you an explanation for this matter. Tell the servants to make up for the missing items. You don't need to interfere with the rest."

"This……"

"Ok?"

"Yes, I will follow the prince's orders." Guan Shang shook his sleeves and turned to walk towards his own courtyard. Qingdai bowed to King Rong'an and hurriedly followed her.

"As for Tao Hong, for bumping into a guest, she will be punished with thirty lashes and one month's salary."

"I accept the punishment." Taohong bowed slightly.

"Go down."

"Yes."

Tang Cuo looked at Tao Hong's back and felt a little sorry: "Prince, this matter has nothing to do with Sister Tao Hong, you..."

"Tang Cuo, things have come to this point. This is the biggest concession I can make. Don't test my bottom line again." Mu Hanqing's face suddenly turned gloomy.

Seeing that there was no room for turning back, Tang Cuo was afraid that he would go crazy, so he didn't say anything more, but followed him and walked towards the study.

As soon as you enter the study, you are greeted by the scent of sandalwood that fills the room. The combination of black and brown gives people a solemn and serious feeling.

Mu Hanqing raised his feet and sat on the sandalwood chair beside him, looking at Tang Cuo with burning eyes.

After a moment, there was a knock on the door. Mu Hanqing turned his eyes away and said, "Come in."

Rongcuo came in with a bottle of white jade ointment and carefully placed it on the desk, "Your Highness, this is what you wanted."

"Well, go down." After receiving the instructions, Rongcuo glanced at Tangcuo beside him, then quickly walked to the door and guarded quietly.

Tangcuo was a little confused about what he was up to, so he observed his expression carefully.

Mu Hanqing opened the ointment, hooked his finger towards Tang Cuo's position, and called softly, "Come here."

Tang Cuo pursed his lips, hesitated for a while, and finally walked towards him. He supported her and said, "My Lord, what's the matter?"

"Open your palm." Mu Hanqing scraped off some ointment with a small wooden stick, grabbed his wrist with one hand, and gently applied it to the wound on Tang Cuo's palm.

When the ointment touched his skin, the cold feeling made him shiver, but he held it tightly in his hand. After a while, when the application was completed, Mu Hanqing let go of his hand.

Tangcuo didn't quite understand the meaning of his actions, but he didn't dare to resist, "Your Majesty, I wonder what the terms of the equivalent exchange you are talking about are..."

"Come here and grind the ink for me." Mu Hanqing did not answer him, but instead gave his own order, "Grind the ink with your uninjured hand."

Huh? What on earth is going on?

Seeing that he didn't move, Mu Hanqing moved his eyes to his cheek, "What? Don't want to do it? Rongcuo, bring that little girl over here..."

"I want to do it. I want to do it." Tang Cuo sighed, and then slowly ground the ink.

Mu Hanqing picked up the brush and seemed to be writing some important military secrets. In order to live longer, Tang Cuo turned his head away.

Looking at his actions, Mu Hanqing couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

After about an incense stick of time, Mu Hanqing finally stopped writing. Tang Cuo also stopped what he was doing and rubbed his sore wrist. "Your Highness, now can you tell me what conditions you want?"

"You've already paid the conditions." Mu Hanqing chuckled.

Paid? What? Could it be the ink I just ground?

"However, since you asked again, I suddenly have something to entrust to you. You rescued the little girl just now. In order to prevent her from stealing things in the future, you will be responsible for teaching her during this period of time." Mu Hanqing tapped the table with his fingers, and soon, Rong Cuo walked in with the little girl.

I teach children? What a joke.

I don't want to destroy these flowers of the motherland.

"Brother, thank you for saving me just now." The little girl tugged at the corner of his clothes, her voice soft and cute.

This touched Tang Cuo's heart. He raised his hand and touched the little guy's head, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Azhu."

"Azhu, okay, then you can follow me first." He looked at Mu Hanqing and said, "Thank you for your consideration, Your Highness."

"Well, in that case, you guys go down first." Mu Hanqing nodded, with the corners of his lips curled up.

"Yes." Tangcuo bowed, then took Azhu's hand and turned to leave the study.

Along the way, Tangcuo asked her many questions, including where she came from, why she stole things, how many people were there in her family, etc.

The little girl answered very well, which was not like the expression ability of a six or seven-year-old child. Tang Cuo silently planted a seed of doubt in his heart, but he did not say it out loud.

He arranged the little girl to stay in the small room next door, while he himself lay on the big bed, staring at the ceiling.

[Host, I think there is something wrong with that little girl.]

"Hey, Xiaoye, when did you develop a brain?" Tangcuo said inwardly with interest.

[...]

[So, the host already knows?]

"Well, first of all, it is impossible for a little girl of only six or seven years old to express herself so clearly, unless she has received professional training. Also, when I was holding her hand just now, I felt a thick layer of calluses on her hands." Tang Cuo recalled the feeling just now.

[But is it possible that the callus was just the result of her doing too much work?]

"No, if she had been working for a long time, she would have had calluses in large areas. In my opinion, it seems like they were caused by holding things for a long time." Tang Cuo supported his chin with one hand.

[Then why does the host keep her by his side? ]