Sister Feng didn't expect Jia Lian to suddenly get angry. When she saw the brush dipped in ink flying towards her, she screamed in fright.
This writing brush is just a bamboo pen with purple wolf hair. Even if it hits the body, it will not hurt anyone.
It's just that the pen was deliberately dipped in black ink. If it hit the face or body, it would be extremely embarrassing.
At this critical moment, Qingwen, who had been standing by the table with her head bowed, suddenly rushed out and stopped in front of Sister Feng.
So, the brush dipped in thick ink hit Qingwen's face, and her face was suddenly covered with black ink, and her red clothes and white skirt were also covered with dots of ink.
Sister Feng was already so frightened that she held her head and screamed. When she realized that there was no brush hitting her face, she opened her eyes and looked. However, she saw the beautiful girl who was standing next to Jia Lian in front of her, and she immediately grabbed her with one hand.
Stop, reach out and hit me.
The girl was pulled back and turned around. Only then did Sister Feng see that her face and half of her body were covered with thick ink. Then she realized that if she hadn't blocked the ink pen thrown by Jia Lian for her, then she would be in such a mess at this moment.
It must be me.
Just think about the dignified mistress of the housekeeper, if thick black ink was splashed all over her face and body, wouldn’t it become a joke in the yard if word spread?
But when I saw the girl, although she was not very old, she had pretty features and a voluptuous figure. At this time, she just lowered her head and said nothing, making her even more pitiful.
Sister Feng was about to have another attack, but she heard Jia Lian say coldly:
"Qingwen, listen to me, the old lady sent you to polish the ink and add fragrance in my house, but she never said she allowed you to get involved in other things.
The people in my house have stupid brains, and it has nothing to do with you.
Hurry up and wash up and change your clothes, so as not to be seen by others, and think that we have abused the maid in the old lady's house in our yard. Do I still need this reputation?"
Qingwen responded politely and quickly lowered her head.
Sister Feng heard the meaning of Jia Lian's words and realized that this girl still belonged to the old lady's house. She didn't dare to stop Qingwen any more, but she was so angry and had nowhere to vent her anger that she turned around and cursed at Ping'er:
"I asked you to come to invite the Second Master. What are you provoking here, you little brat?"
Jia Lian also knew that Sister Feng was used to being domineering, especially since Ping'er was a personal maid who had grown up with her since she was a child. Among the original four dowry maids, only Ping'er was able to stay today because of her gentle temperament, so she had to fight for Ping'er's injustice.
:
"Come to me if you have anything, no need to tear this and that apart.
Ping'er has a good temper, so you have to push your limits and bully honest people?"
Sister Feng was furious when she heard this, but she didn't dare to scold Jia Lian innocently. She was about to continue scolding Ping'er when she heard Sister Shan's voice coming from outside:
"Sister Yuanyang, are you still here so late?"
Yuanyang smiled and said:
"I came to see your second grandma on the orders of the old lady. Is your second grandma in the house?"
As soon as Sister Feng heard that the mandarin duck was here, and that she was here on the order of the old lady, she immediately restrained herself.
Before going out, I remembered to see if I had messed up my hair when I was frightened, so as not to lose my dignity. But there was no mirror in this small study, so I had to say to Ping'er:
"Look at my hair, it's not visible to anyone."
Jia Lian deliberately said to Ping'er:
"Don't tell her, ask her to go out to meet people with such disheveled hair, wait until Yuanyang goes back and tell the old lady that there is a commotion in the house over the girl given by the old lady. Let's see if she still has a reputation as a virtuous person in front of the old lady.
!"
Sister Feng became even more anxious after hearing this, and without caring about her dignity, she pulled Ping'er:
"Come and see, my family is still so concerned about me?"
Ping'er is Sister Feng's maid. Although she is now a concubine to Jia Lian, she is still by Wang Xifeng's side every day, and she does not dare to offend her no matter what.
She glanced at Jia Lian with her beautiful and soft eyes, then stepped forward, took out a small two-inch long hair pick from her sleeve, and in a few clicks picked up Sister Feng's scattered hair, and then picked up the beads on her head.
Chai straightened himself up and then whispered:
"It's done."
Sister Feng glanced at Ping'er and let out a soft "hum". The moment she turned around and faced away, she already had a smile on her face:
"Who did I think it was? It turned out to be Yuanyang. I was talking to Mr. Lian when I heard you coming.
Come on, come on, go to the house and invite me. I have the venison they just brought in today. This old lady can't even eat it, so you can try it here, with the ready-made Jinhua.
Wine is the most suitable."
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Ping'er was about to follow him out when he was stopped by Jia Lian.
Ping'er was full of grievances and couldn't help but whispered:
"In front of her, it's better that I don't speak for me anymore. It only makes her dislike me even more."
Jia Lian took out the pair of red gold hairpins from his sleeves and handed them to Ping'er:
"With this, do you feel more at ease?"
Ping'er was overjoyed when he saw the lost gold hairpin:
"Amitabha, Amitabha, Second Master has found it for me! I feel relieved!
I've been having trouble sleeping and eating these past few days, just because I'm afraid I'll have to wear it.
This hairpin was given to me by my second grandma. If I don’t wear it, I’m afraid she will be unhappy.
I wonder who the second master found it from?"
Jia Lian sneered:
"Who else? The most despicable young man in this house right now is Jia Huan, right?"
Ping'er couldn't help but said "Yeah":
"Let me tell you, I heard from the little girl in the first few days that Mr. Huan has become more progressive and kind recently. He even buys snacks and gadgets every three days to coax the little boys in the house and the little girls like it.
Play with him.
It turns out that I became a thief and had some spare money, and it turned out that I was just a low-income person who didn’t want to eat meat.”
"In the future, the door should be more strictly guarded, especially when Jia Huan comes, someone must follow him alone."
Ping'er nodded quickly: "I've written it down."
Jia Lian saw Ping'er's charming peach cheeks and lips, and pulled her beside him: "I found the hairpin, how can I thank you?"
Ping'er's face turned red with embarrassment and whispered: "Stop making trouble, if she sees it, I will be dead."
Jia Lian held her hand and refused to let go:
"There is no reason in the world to call someone in vain."
Ping'er knew that he couldn't stay in this room for too long, so he had no choice but to go over and kiss Jia Lian softly on the cheek with his soft red lips, and whispered:
"When she agrees, I will serve my second master well."
The voice was sweet and soft, like a soft and boneless hand, lifting Jia Lian's heart to the point where it was ready to move.
Of course, there are other places ready for action.
After that, he broke away from Jia Lian's hand, smiled and ran out.
Jia Lian took a gentle sniff and found that there was still lingering fragrance on his hand.
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Jia Lian walked over and picked up the brush on the ground. He heard the door ring, and it was Qingwen who came in.
Qingwen changed into clean clothes, but the ink stains on her face were not completely washed away.
On the snow-white skin, the remaining light gray ink marks are like the faint texture on the white marble.
Qingwen pouted and complained:
"I thought the second master was a master of calculation, Zhuge Liang, and asked me to strike first and frighten the second grandma with a bitter trick. I was also honest. Only then did I listen to the second master, and I didn't even hesitate, so I was punished by the second master.
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Who would have thought that the person who came up with the idea was a dabbler. I never thought that the ink would stick to my face and I couldn’t clean it off no matter how I washed it. It would be so ugly now.”
Jia Lian also didn't expect that her skin was as white as rice paper. He looked left and right and couldn't help but laugh:
"This little cat-like face is actually more interesting than before."
(Qingwen: Author, you are so unscrupulous! You asked Jia Lian to deceive me and made my face full of flowers! I believe you are a ghost!
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