Mama Shen turned her head and said in a deep voice: "It's Mother Ding?"

Tai Wei bowed his head, and shrank his eyes down. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Everyone in the house knows that Ding's mother is Aunt Cui's person. Over the years, every big and small thing in Jixiangyuan has been inseparable from Ding's mother.

Although Taiwei is the master, the people below can ignore her when something happens, but they can't help but let Ding's mother know.

Ding's mother didn't ask about it, and no one dared to do it.

Taiwei said that the key to the cash box was in Ding's mother's hand, and Mama Shen believed it, but she still turned around and lowered her head and asked Bizhu, "The key is only in Ding's mother's hand?"

Bizhu raised her head tremblingly, her face was facing Mama Shen, but her eyes quietly looked at Taiwei behind her. I saw Taiwei standing behind Mama Shen, with a smile on the corner of her lips and her eyes like torches.

The gaze seemed to be burning, and the smile was light but like a sharp blade.

A spring breeze blew outside the door, blowing the bead curtain tinkling, like a long song.

Bizhu pinched the broken porcelain between her fingers hard, and replied to Shen's words word by word: "Yes, only Ding's mother has a key in her hand." ”

Hearing this, Mama Shen's eyes became deeper and deeper, and her tone became a little heavier.

She let go of her hand, and the half-beaded curtain returned to its place, covering the blue bead behind it.

Mama Shen said to Tai Wei: "What the girl said, the old slave knows it in his heart. ”

He hesitated and said, "Actually, there isn't much silver......

"It doesn't matter how big or small. Mama Shen interrupted her and said solemnly, "Theft is not a trivial matter after all. Dante's mother is not in the house today, and the details are unknown, and everything will have to wait for her to come back to discuss. ”

The implication is that regardless of whether the silver was stolen by Ding's mother or not, since the key is in her hand, she will always be involved in the theft.

Taiwei nodded awkwardly.

Mama Shen looked at her, and somehow remembered the day when she grabbed the rattan and beat her.

The five girls at that meeting looked really annoying.

has a bad temper, a bad temperament, doesn't know what to do, doesn't know how to advance or retreat, and it really doesn't like it.

No wonder the old lady doesn't want to see her, even if she sees the five girls, it is difficult to smile.

But at this moment, she looked at the five girls and felt that the five girls were really pitiful.

In the end, she is just a thirteen-year-old young girl, her father doesn't love her mother, and even her grandmother doesn't look at her.

Although the second girl, Qi Ying, did not have her biological mother to take care of her, she was the oldest and the most beautiful.

Even if the old lady didn't like her, she wouldn't treat her harshly.

The second girl is like a piece of glass crystal, glowing with coolness, which makes it difficult for people to get close, but they don't dare to beat it easily. What if it breaks?

It's not like the five girls are too small, it's a stone.

No matter how you fight, you don't have to worry.

Even if it really cracks, it doesn't matter, who knows if there will be a jade hidden inside?

If not, it's still stone.

There will be no losses.

Mama Shen knew what Old Madam Qi was thinking, and she did the same to the fifth girl.

But now, when she looks at the five girls again, she doesn't think that the five girls are a cold and hard stone.

It seems that the previous rattan was not beaten in vain.

Mama Shen said calmly: "Don't worry, girl, this matter will be thoroughly investigated." ”

Taiwei was a little depressed, as if she wanted to believe her words but didn't dare too much.

She said "tired mama" and lowered her head.

Mama Shen stopped talking, lifted the curtain, walked straight out of the blue beads holding a tray of broken porcelain.

She walked farther and farther away, and soon disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Bizhu breathed a long sigh of relief because she was not trained, but as soon as she turned around and saw Taiwei, her face immediately changed.

She hesitated, but couldn't help but ask: "Why did the girl say that the key was in Ding's mother's hand?"

Obviously the key is with her.

Although the fifth girl is the daughter of the uncle, she has always had no savings.

It's just a little bit of spending, and Ding's mother has never paid attention to it.

The key to the cash box was also handed over to Bizhu Guan.

Ding's mother is like half of the master of Jixiangyuan, and she is not willing to take care of the trivial matters herself. She opened her mouth, and the people under her did it properly, which was serious.

Bizhu was a little afraid of her in her heart.

"Girl?" Seeing that Taiwei was silent, Bizhu put down the tray in her hand and called again cautiously.

Taiwei sat back on the couch, didn't lift her eyelids, and asked, "In your opinion, should I tell the truth?"

Bizhu panicked when she heard this, and hurriedly said, "That's not what the slave meant. ”

Taiwei said: "Then what do you mean?"

"Slave maid ......" Bizhu said two more points of remorse in her tone, "Slave maid shouldn't talk too much." ”

Previously, Taiwei had already opened the cash box and learned about her stealing money, but Taiwei never showed her annoyance, let alone the intention of sending her down.

Bizhu thought she didn't plan to pursue it.

Who knows......

And so it was.

Bizhu couldn't understand her intentions, so she had to keep her mouth shut.

At this time, Taiwei suddenly stretched out her hand towards her.

The palm is upward, white as jade.

The voice said calmly, "Give me the key to the cash box." ”

Bizhu was stunned, she opened the cash box without a key before, what else do you need a key for? Bizhu took off the key and handed it over with a little trepidation.

Taiwei's palms were closed, clenched into fists, and shook in front of her eyes: "When will Mother Ding come back tomorrow?"

"I'll be back early in the morning. ”

Tai Wei smiled, put down his hand and ordered, "Go and take the things out." ”

Bizhu hurriedly put out the beans and needlework scissors that she had hidden earlier.

She stood beside her with her hands down and asked Taiwei softly, "What is the girl going to do?"

Taiwei glanced at her silently.

Bizhu breathed for a while, knowing that she was talking too much, so she hurriedly bowed back and went outside the house.

Tai smiled faintly, she was not completely unusable, while dividing the two catties of beans in front of her into four parts, about one and a half catties, packed in a cloth bag, and fixed the seam.

She held one up and shook it twice in her ear.

The beans collide with each other with a slight rustling sound.

In the end, it is not as good as sand.

If you have sawdust, mix it in, and it's better.

But for her right now, the top priority is to have. As for whether the thing is good or not, I can only make do with it for the time being. The human body is fragile and strong, but it is strong and requires constant training.

She remembered the moves and mental techniques that her master had taught her, but this body had never been trained.

Industry is good at diligence and frolic.

She couldn't wait and expect to meet Master in a year's time.

She had to start with the basics on her own.

Four sandbags, one tied to each of the limbs.

Wait until you get used to it, and then gradually get worse.

The things that I worked so hard to learn back then can't be returned to Master so easily.

Taiwei turned her head to look behind her, and through the gap in the window lattice, her eyes fell on the corner of the courtyard.

The place is too small, and I don't know if the plum blossom pile can be settled.

If you want to be safe, what excuse should you use to break ground?

Taiwei couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

......

In the corner of the courtyard, several maids are gathering together to do needlework and gossip. Suddenly, someone talked about the interesting story in Beijing, talking about the little son of a certain family, who is only thirteen years old this year, and he can already solve the problem left by the national teacher.

The national teacher Jiao Xuan is erudite and talented, and he is a god of Dazhao.

It is rumored that Emperor Jianyang wants to respect him as a god.

The question made by such a person can be solved at the age of thirteen, which seems to be really powerful.

When everyone heard this, they echoed it, saying that the little boy was really talented and intelligent.

In the emotion, only one person pursed his lips, raised the silver needle in his hand and rubbed it twice in his hair, and sneered: "This can be called a talented and intelligent person? ”