Chunlan murmured something, but the Seventeenth Young Master suddenly heard it clearly.
"What did you say? Is there really such a person?" He asked in surprise, "Or is he a sister from your family?"
Chunlan came to her senses, took a few steps back, lowered her head and said nothing.
"This slave is wrong." She said vaguely.
The Seventeenth Young Master sighed and hit Chunlan on the head with his fan.
"Treat me for a fool! Tell me who it is quickly! Otherwise I will ask my aunt to sell you!" he said viciously.
Chunlan suddenly felt anxious, aggrieved and scared.
Mrs. Cheng has always doted on her natal nephew, and this nephew is also a domineering and mischievous person. If he really makes a fuss, even if she can avoid being betrayed, she will never want to stay with the Fourth Young Master according to the temperament of the young master who will retaliate for his domineering behavior.
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The little girl was almost in tears.
"I really can't remember it clearly. I feel like I am the second master's wife." She choked with sobs.
"Liar, I've seen all the sisters in the second master's family. How can there be such a beauty?" the Seventeenth Young Master said, while he stepped forward fiercely again, stretched out his hand to grab his own collar, rolled his eyes, and looked at this little girl.
He hummed and smiled, "If you don't say anything, little maid, I will tell my aunt that you seduced me!"
Chunlan was so frightened that she saw that the 17th Young Master was actually reaching for his collar to expose his arms. She screamed and knelt down.
It was the first time that girls and slaves were threatened to do something to them if they were not good enough. This was the first time that they were told to do something to others if they were not good enough.
Although the victims are different, the effect on the maid is the same, even more terrifying.
"She is the eldest lady of the second master's family. Because she was stupid, she was raised outside since she was a child. She only came back last year. Now she has been picked up by her maternal grandfather's family. Naturally, the Seventeenth Young Master has never seen her." She cried.
The Seventeenth Young Master said.
Naturally, he had heard his family chatting and laughing about the Cheng family's second wife raising a fool.
"That fool?" He turned around to look at the painting in disbelief.
The beauty in the painting looks at him quietly, like a fairy or an illusion.
As he was talking, there were footsteps outside the door, and Cheng Silang stepped in. When he saw Chunlan kneeling on the ground, and then saw the Seventeenth Young Master standing in front of several cases, he frowned.
"Seventeen is here, sit down quickly." He said to hide his displeasure.
The Seventeenth Young Master watched his eyes move slightly and reached out to take it.
"Fourth brother, the fool you drew from my second uncle's family doesn't look like him at all." He said with a smile.
"It's nothing like that, she's just like this." Cheng Silang blurted out.
As soon as he said the words, he saw that the Seventeenth Young Master's expression suddenly became clear, and he suddenly felt happy. Damn it, he was tricked out of his words.
"No, no, I didn't draw her." He said hurriedly.
But it was already too late, the Seventeenth Young Master had already ignored him, turned around and stood in front of the painting, looking at the beauty painting with a shocked expression.
"It turns out that even a fool can be so beautiful." He said with bright eyes.
Outside Old Mrs. Chen's kitchen, there were many servants and girls standing outside, squeezing in to peek inside, pushing you, squeezing me, stepping on you, she was blocking her, and they were making noises and stealing in low voices.
Through the window lattice, you can see the woman sitting inside, her hair covered with cloth, her wide sleeves tied up, and she is concentrating on polishing something.
In front of her, two girls were carrying three trays one by one, with cold dishes and rice on them.
Cheng Jiaoniang ground the loose tea and roasted it aside, and Banqin sprinkled the roasted tea snacks on a dish.
"Okay." Cheng Jiaoniang said as she watched the tea finished, and stood up.
Then two girls hurriedly came in, saluted them and picked up the trays. They waited until Cheng Jiaoniang's master and servant came out first before following them.
The maids and servants outside the door were all busy squeezing to watch.
"...It's so delicately done..."
"..What kind of fish is this..."
"...This fruit is so fried..."
"...It doesn't smell like anything, but I wonder how it tastes..."
They were talking and laughing as they watched the girls deliver the food into Mrs. Chen's hall.
Chen Shao and his wife had already finished their meal and sat down to continue the topic.
"She is similar to the Eighteenth Niang. I think she is much more sensible than the Eighteenth Niang." Mrs. Chen said.
"How can it be the same?" Chen Shao shook his head and said, "How did the eighteenth mother grow up? How did she grow up?"
Mrs. Chen nodded.
"Then it's even better that she can grow up like this." She said, smiling, "It's really a blessing from the gods."
Chen Shao was slightly distracted
This woman seems quiet and gentle, but she is very strong. She doesn't say much or do much, but everything seems to be in her hands.
For example, the Zhou family forced her to pick her up because of the naughty boy's mischief, but no matter what the result was, apart from being disgraced, the woman ended up living in that house, and everything was still according to her arrangements, just at a certain interval.
Is this the result of being helpless and being an independent person after the death of his mother and the abandonment of his father?
There are many people in this world who want to be independent, but not everyone can do it.
There are people who are born smart, but those who can become smart after being born stupid are not destiny but human power.
Chen Shao sat up straighter with some urgency.
"I hope the news comes soon," he said.
Mrs. Chen was puzzled.
"What news?" she said.
"People from Bingzhou," he said.
The family sent someone to inquire about Mrs. Cheng. Mrs. Chen also knew about it and thought it was appropriate.
After the couple talked, they came to Old Mrs. Chen. When they entered the door, they heard Chen Danniang talking.
"Is there any more? I want to have another bowl," she said.
When the servant girl said there was no more food, the child's temper became even louder and he started to put down the dishes and chopsticks a little louder.
"No rules." Chen Shao scolded him immediately.
Knowing that she was wrong, Chen Danniang lowered her head and did not dare to speak again.
Chen Shao and his wife were a little surprised to learn that Mrs. Cheng had left.
"Sister Cheng said she was here to treat us to dinner, and she left after the treat," Chen Danniang said.
Chen Shao smiled.
"What? You don't want to listen to customers' comments?" he asked.
"I've seen what I mean. Besides," Old Mrs. Chen said, looking at the two granddaughters beside him, "You don't even need to listen to know it."
Chen Danniang was a child and couldn't help but stare at the empty plate. Although Chen Danniang was a few years older, she was slowly reluctant to swallow the last piece of tender fish on the plate.
"Such a good craftsmanship?" Chen Shao asked.
Old Mrs. Chen nodded with a bit of sigh.
My wife taught me this.
The joyful look and words of the maidservant when they first met appeared before him again.
That's right, that's right.
Those words that we were once familiar with and thought were false compliments or flattery should be taken seriously if they are spoken by people around Mrs. Cheng, because they are the truth.
Cheng Jiaoniang's carriage was still rented from Qiaotou. When he saw Cheng Jiaoniang's master and servant being escorted out by a group of maids, the coachman jumped up in a hurry until he drove out.
After walking down the street, I took my breath away like a fish in water.
The few inconspicuous foreign masters and servants who lived in that house, and the young lady who always rented carriages and horses when she went out, turned out to be guests of Mr. Chen's family.
"Although it is a few dollars more expensive for me to rent a carriage and horse in the capital, my carriage is very clean. I wash it every day after I go back." The coachman couldn't help but say.
The maid sitting in front of the car smiled.
"I know, otherwise why would I always rent from you?" She smiled.
The coachman was comforted and breathed a sigh of relief again.
"Would Madam want to buy a carriage and horses?" he suggested boldly.
How come someone who can go in and out of Mr. Chen’s house can’t keep a carriage and horses?
"In that case, we will have to buy another coachman." The maid said, "We are not sure how long we will be here, and we don't go out often, so there is no need."
The lady seems not to like being noticed, nor does she like carriages with special markings.
After meeting the money in front of the door, the coachman walked away happily.
Brother Jin opened the door when the car rang and happily took it. Before he had taken a few steps, someone rushed over from the side and pushed him aside.
"It's you again!" the maid shouted, looking at the young man in front of her, staring angrily, "Mr. Zhou, what on earth do you want to do! Isn't the lesson enough? Do you have any other friends?"
Slap someone without slapping someone in the face, and scold someone without exposing someone's shortcomings. Naturally, this can also be said the other way around.
Sure enough, there are slaves as there are masters.
One is silent and the other is sharp-tongued, both are annoying.
Liu Lang's face turned livid, and he thrust a box in his hand over.
"What is this?" The maid couldn't stop it from being stuffed into her hand and shouted. She looked down.
Brother Jin and Ban Qin, who had been quietly guarding Cheng Jiaoniang, also looked over.
This is a snack box with a mark engraved on it.
It's the same as the tea snacks sold at Taipingju, except the words on it...
"Xuanmiao concept." The maid thought, sneering, "What's so good..."
Before she finished speaking, Brother Jin beside her screamed.
"Xuanmiao Temple! Xuanmiao Temple!" he shouted, as if he had seen something rare, almost dancing, "Madam, Xuanmiao Temple!"
When Banqin left, there were still two Xuanmiao Temples in Jiangzhou. When the maid came, Xuanmiao Temple was gradually becoming famous, and she left Jiangzhou before she even noticed.
Speaking of which, the person who is most familiar with the mystical point of view is Brother Jin.
When Brother Jin shouted, the maid also came back to her senses and thought about it.
"Are you from Jiangzhou?" she asked hesitantly, looking at the young man in front of her.
So you specially brought Jiangzhou’s products to relieve your lady’s homesickness?
She looked a little strange.
I will marry you...
The words rumbled in her ears, and the maid couldn't help but think smart.
Liu Lang turned around and walked away, got on his horse and disappeared into the street without looking back.
The maid took the box and turned to look at Cheng Jiaoniang.
"Madam, this..." she said.
"I wonder how you are doing now?" Cheng Jiaoniang said, with a smile on her lips.
The lady lives in Xuanmiao Temple, and it seems that she often ate it at that time, so she must be happy to see it.
This Saturday man, he has been doing this for so long and still acts like a human being.
The maid smiled, picked up the box, and took the lead in the door.
"Then let's try it. I've only heard of it at home and haven't eaten it yet," she said.
A group of people entered the house, Jin Geer opened the door, Banqin hurriedly went to prepare water, and Cheng Jiaoniang was about to step up the steps when there was a sudden banging sound on the left courtyard wall, which scared everyone in the courtyard to stop.
Look over.
A hand slowly stretched out from the high wall.
This is a slender hand, which shines particularly brightly in the sunlight. For a moment, this is the only hand in everyone's eyes.
"Ghost!"
Brother Jin was the first to shout and squatted down holding his head.
His shout caused Banqin and the maidservant, who were just in a daze, to scream subconsciously.
The hand seemed frightened by the screams of the man and woman. It shook and grabbed the wall. Then another hand grabbed the wall, and a human head poked out from behind the wall.
Black eyebrows, eyes as bright as stars, a high bridge of nose, thin lips, and a face as white as jade appear condescendingly in front of the people in the courtyard.
"I was scared to death! I almost fell! Where is the ghost?" he asked, raising his long eyebrows and staring at Cheng Jiaoniang, with a smile on his lips and a bit of complaint, "Because of you
, I was scared again!”
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I’m attending the annual meeting and will leave tomorrow. I’m going to prepare today, so I’m still updating today. I’m sorry, but please bear with me. (To be continued)
