"Oh? Sister, you have something to say? Tell me quickly." Lin Qingwen grabbed Daiyu's hand and shook it.

"Why do sisters bother themselves with this matter? They are in trouble. If they really want to get out of it, what kind of work can't they do? As long as they can make money and live a decent life, isn't it?"

Yes, one word woke up the dreamer, and Lin Qingwen was no longer distressed.

If a person is in a quagmire, as long as he can catch something attached, he will catch it no matter what it is. If he does not catch it, it only means that he does not want to escape from the danger.

For Second Sister You and Third Sister You, if they still despise the hard and tiring work and don't want to do it at this time, it can only mean that they are willing to sink and don't want to save themselves from the sea of ​​suffering.

If they don't want to save themselves, no matter how hard outsiders try, it will be useless.

Just try your own ideas and test them another day.

Qingwen returned to Tubi Villa and saw Tanchun's maid Shishu joking with Grandma Zheng and others in the room.

"Didn't we just separate, why are you here again now? But sister Tanchun has something to do with me?" Qingwen asked in surprise.

The servant came over with a smile and handed a small, square silk bag to Qingwen.

"Girl, just now in the East Mansion, Uncle Zhen gave our girl a piece of ink. The girl wanted to give it to you, but seeing that you kept your head down and thinking about something, you didn't bother. Why don't you go back to the house and let the slave give it to you?

You send it over."

"Thank you girl, it's hard for her to think of me."

Qingwen knew that Tanchun, as Jia Zheng's concubine, acted like a mistress, like a rose with thorns, poking anyone who touched her.

But she actually thinks too much in her heart and always tries to be considerate and considerate in every aspect.

I was just afraid that in front of everyone, this Fang Mo would appear to be unfavorable to everyone and offending people, so I sent it secretly now.

She didn't expose it, she stretched out her hand to take it and handed it to Xiaohong, smiling, "Xiaohong took it easy for me. Whether I can practice good calligraphy in the future will all depend on the third girl's precious ink."

"Hey!" Xiao Hong responded crisply, took the silk bag and went to the back room.

The servant pursed his lips and said with a smile: "Girl is really good at joking. Isn't it good that I dare to love girls? But it's all our girl's fault?"

"Of course, didn't she teach me this word? If I can't practice it well, who else will I turn to if I don't turn to her?"

Qingwen joked, then lowered her voice and asked quietly, "Servant Secretary, is Aunt Zhao still looking for bad luck for your girl?"

"I was just about to tell the girl," the secretary came close to Qingwen and whispered, "What kind of leverage does the girl hold on my aunt?

That day she came to our room again and made a lot of noise, which made the girl wipe her tears with anger. I couldn't get angry anymore, so I pulled her aside and told her that Miss Qing was calling her.

As a result, her face turned pale, and she ran away in a hurry. From that day on, she never dared to make trouble again. Girl, please tell me what is going on. When she goes again, I will just scare her away."

"That's a secret, I can't tell you. All you need to know is to use me for favors in front of Aunt Zhao."

Qingwen blinked and pretended to be mysterious, "So, you brought Fang Mo here today, and you girls are the ones thanking me for it?"

"No, no, this ink was indeed given to you by our girl."

The servant quickly shook his head, "Miss Qing hid this from our girl and only told me about it. I guess she didn't want her to know. Naturally, I wouldn't be stupid enough to tell her. However, with our girl's mind, if I don't tell her, she

You may also guess that you helped her out."

"What kind of girl can be trained by a master? You are also smart!" Qingwen praised.

She secretly laughed in her heart, that Aunt Zhao was so cowardly that she dared to say a few cruel words in front of Tanchun, which hurt Tanchun's heart. She didn't even dare to come to see her, which saved her a lot of trouble.

Tanchun knew that it didn't matter if she held her aunt's hand. Someone could control her, so what was wrong with not going to her place to cause trouble?

However, she was afraid that she would feel sad for her confused aunt again.

The day passed like this. The next morning, Lin Qingwen went to greet Mrs. Jia and Mrs. Wang, and then went to Zizhuxuan with Baoyu.

She went to the waiter to change into the riding clothes she brought with her, and neatly pulled up her hair. The pretty girl immediately turned into a handsome young man. She couldn't wait to see her horse.

There used to be a black horse in the stable of Zizhuxuan, which Jia Yun and other people in the store rode back and forth on errands.

Now there is another maroon horse, naturally it belongs to Qingwen.

The horse is completely red, with only a little white between its brows. Its mane is long and smooth, its eyes are big and lively, and its body is strong but not very tall. It is just right for a girl to ride.

Qingwen reached out and touched the horse's neck. The horse actually lowered its head and let her stroke meekly.

"My temper is not bad."

With that said, she took off the horse's reins, put on the saddle presented by Wang Duanjier, and walked out with it.

"Sister Qing, do you want to ride now?" Baoyu panicked and hurriedly followed.

"Of course when you buy a horse, you have to ride it, otherwise why would you buy it?" Qingwen said with a smile.

"No, I mean, you have never ridden a horse before. It would be very dangerous to ride on it."

Baoyu said anxiously, "If something happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch you. Why don't you wait for Li Gui and the others to come up and let them teach you first?"

"What do they want them to do? I can do it myself."

Qingwen led the horse and kept walking, Jia Baoyu was so anxious that he broke out in sweat.

Mu Nanfeng, who was studying in the bamboo forest, stood up quickly and followed him out of Baiyun Temple.

"Miss Qing, if you can trust me, can I teach you how to ride a horse?"

Qingwen glanced at him and said, "Okay, please, sir."

She didn't look at anyone else, and just said to Baoyu: "Don't worry, I have never ridden a horse. I rode one before when I was floating outside when I was ten years old. Although I am not very skilled, I think it will be fine.

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"It's been so many years since I've ridden a horse, so I'd better be careful." Mu Nanfeng came over and stood beside her. He wanted to help her get on the horse but didn't want to be abrupt, so he had to open his arms to protect her.

Qingwen smiled, stepped on the stirrup, and jumped onto the horse's back.

He was crisp, handsome and free-spirited, which made Mu Nanfeng, Baoyu and the other servants widen their eyes in surprise.

"I said, I've learned that it's not a problem to get on a horse." Qingwen hurriedly covered it up.

Alas! She got carried away again.

A girl who has been raised in the back house for five or six years should not be so neat even if she rode a horse as a child.

In her previous life, Lin Qingwen did learn to ride a horse.

Since she was a child, she has loved the vast grasslands and envied the girls galloping on the green grass.

When she was in junior high school, her family moved to the edge of the city, opposite an equestrian club.

Every day after school, she would have to watch the horses outside the club for half an hour before going home.

In the summer after the college entrance examination, her doting parents fulfilled her wish and enrolled her in a summer class.

After learning it in one summer vacation, she can run laps on the club's racecourse.

From then on, she would ride horses every time she had free time, which was considered one of her skills.
Chapter completed!