Chapter 387 Hypocritical
Murong nodded, "Okay."
Xiang Zimo saw Liu Jiahuai's siblings standing beside Murong Lingran, and then he remembered that Liu Jiahuai had been helping Murong Zong just now, "You two know each other?"
Liu Jiahuai nodded, "We have been friends for many years, but we only met again recently."
"I see."
Xiang Zimo didn't think much about it. After all, the Murong family knew even Commander Wei Jingxuan, and it was not surprising that they knew the grandchildren of the envoys of the Imperial College Hospital.
As for Liu Jiahuai's siblings coming to Xiangfu today, Murong Lingran is not surprised.
Beijing is not big or small, but it is normal for them to get to know each other after being away for a few years.
"I'm sorry, son, I didn't mean it, please forgive me."
After sitting down Lingran, while watching the performance on the stage, he considered whether he should ask Xiang Zimo's younger brothers for news immediately, and then leave as soon as possible.
After all, something unpleasant happened today, so my mood will definitely be affected a little.
However, it was a bit rude to ask the question suddenly in such a large audience. When I was thinking about how to ask, I suddenly heard the anxious voice of the servant next to me.
turned his head and saw that the elder brother's light-colored clothes were stained with a large amount of tea, a maid was humbly apologizing, and he was patting the tea on his body.
Xiang Zimo also saw the movement here, and frowned unhappily: "Xiao Cui, how do you do things? Even a cup of tea can't be served well, what's the use of keeping you?"
Xiaocui knelt on the ground with a bang, and said with a panicked face: "I'm sorry, son, this servant made a mistake, and ask son to punish."
Xiang Zimo glanced at Murong Zong's clothes, and said apologetically, "Mr. Murong, I'm sorry, I'll have someone take you to change your clothes."
"No need, we will leave after a while, we won't stay for too long."
Murong Lingran didn't say anything, just looked at Xiao Cui with an inquisitive face.
Coincidentally, everyone's tea can be served well, so why did she get it on her clothes when it was her eldest brother's turn?
It's just that Xiaocui kept her head down, Murong Lingran couldn't see her eyes, couldn't see what she was thinking.
"No, it's so cold, how can you be wearing wet clothes all the time? It's so uncomfortable. Don't be polite, and I heard that tea stains are difficult to wash off. You may not be able to wear this clothes in the future. It was me. The fault here, you kindly come to congratulate, how can you let you lose a piece of clothes for nothing?"
Seeing that the master said so, Murong Zong felt that it would be hypocritical if he refused again, so he nodded and said, "Okay."
Xiang Zimo looked at Xiaocui, and said coldly, "Go and take Murong son to the guest house and get Murong son a new dress to put on, do you understand?"
"Yes, the maid understands." Xiaocui got up after speaking, "Young master, come with the maid."
Murong Zong said to his sister: "Aran, big brother will come when you go."
Murong said two words silently, and then said, "Okay, big brother, you can go."
Murong Zong understood what his sister meant, didn't say much, and left with Xiao Cui.
Murong Lingran's gaze returned to Xiang Zishu. Seeing that he was eating with relish, he smiled and said, "How does it taste? Is it delicious?"
"Delicious, as good as the last dim sum."
Xiang Zimo also picked up one and tasted it, and his eyes suddenly lit up, "Yes, it's really delicious."
Unfortunately, there is no dim sum shop in the Xiang family's property, and the elders in the clan dislike the food business of selling dim sum, otherwise he must buy the secret recipe from her.
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