Rong'er walked to the laundry room with a heavy heart, and Duanyue's words seemed to echo in her ears. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She was very flustered, and she had the illusion of a weak heart.

"Rong'er, what are you doing here?" Cuiguo came back from the laundry room, but ran into Rong'er in a place just now, I don't know what she was thinking, her eyes were straight and stunned.

"Huh?" When Rong'er heard someone calling herself, she suddenly reacted from her own small world, and smiled at Cuiguo with the corners of her mouth, looking very flustered. "Sister Cuiguo, are you back?"

Cuiguo looked at her strangely, feeling that Rong'er was different from just now, and looking at her expression, something should have happened. She immediately thought of the wind in her mind, could it be that something happened when Rong'er went back to deliver the sachets? As soon as she thought of this, Cuiguo's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated.

She immediately grabbed Rong'er's shoulder and asked. "What's wrong? Did something happen? ”

"Nope." It was the first time for Rong'er to see Cuiguo look like this, she pretended to be calm and shook her head again and again. "Nothing happened." When she said this with a clear conscience, fine beads of sweat appeared in her palms. In the final analysis, Rong'er is just a little maid in Ninghou Mansion, and she doesn't have the courage to go against Duanyue.

Cuiguo reacted to her gaffe and let go of her hands in embarrassment. She pulled up her scattered hair, and a lot of fine hair was stuck to her forehead with beads of sweat, which was very depressed. She looked away and smiled abruptly.

"Hurry up and get to work, I'll go to the county lord first." Cuiguo ran away from Rong'er's side as if she had fled from the wilderness. Her pounding heart never calmed down.

Rong'er blinked her clear eyes, didn't dare to delay the command, and walked quickly to the laundry room. Bypassed a few small courtyards, walked across a few bridges, and stopped in front of the most inconspicuous wooden door of the Ninghou Mansion. When you open the door, there is an open flat land, with a lot of bamboo poles to dry clothes.

Several older women sat on the edge of the basin, rolling up their sleeves and rubbing the soaked clothes in the basin. Rong'er looked at the women and nodded politely to them. "Hello sisters, I am Lord Hou's maid called Rong'er."

Those washes listened to Rong'er's voice, subconsciously stopped what they were doing, and looked at Rong'er curiously. "Oh! Just now, Miss Cuiguo soaked all the clothes for you, and it's over there. A woman shook the foam and water stains off her hands and pointed to a wooden basin in the corner. Rong'er hurriedly thanked the woman again and again, and walked quickly to the wooden basin and sat down.

The wind was carefully soaked in water by Cuiguo, and it was already wet. There was a jar of soaphorn powder on the side of the basin, and Rong'er watched Cuiguo prepare everything, and her heart not only swelled with a warm current. She grabbed a handful of soapberry powder, applied it to her clothes, and rubbed it patiently.

The women who were doing good things put down the work in their hands and walked to Rong'er with a smile and surrounded her.

"Girl, are you the maid of the Hou Ye?"

Rong'er nodded, just smiling politely, showing no signs of wanting to talk to those women. However, those women were very ignorant, and continued to chatter beside Rong'er, talking about unnutritious topics like a nest of sparrows.

They looked at the clothes in Rong'er's wooden basin and exclaimed exaggeratedly. "Oops! Is this dress Ninghou's? Oh, that's exquisite! ”

"It's Hou Ye's clothes." Rong'er replied without raising her head. She was already a little bored in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it, so she could only complain in her heart that these women were broken.

"Let the inferior maids do this kind of laundry work, girl, you are serving the Hou Ye, how can you do such rough work."

Faced with the questions of others, Rong'er just shook her head. It is true that there is a special washing girl in Ninghou's Mansion, and this kind of work does not have to be done by yourself. "I don't dare to slack off what Master Hou ordered." She casually made up a reason to prevaricate. In fact, the real reason is that after Rong'er was assigned to the wind by Duanyue, she had nothing to do every day and didn't do anything. The wind finally gave himself one thing, and naturally did it himself.

"Oops!" A woman suddenly screamed in a weird voice, and in an instant everyone's eyes focused on her. She pointed to the tub and smiled. "How is this water the color of this?"

Rong'er frowned and didn't understand what she meant, but she lowered her head to watch the water in the wooden basin slowly blur the brown and black tracks, spreading out like dark clouds. Rong'er's heart tightened, and she suddenly reflected that something was wrong, but now she could only look at this basin of muddy water, and her mind was blank.

The women made a very unreasonable noise. "Didn't you wash off this robe?" After that, the other women let out a shrill laugh as if they had heard some joke, and left in all directions, leaving Rong'er, who was at a loss, sitting in front of the basin in a daze.

Her throat rolled, and she found her hands shaking and unable to even lift her clothes. I finally struggled to pick up the clothes that were twice as heavy as the water, and the original dark clothes were now more than one degree lighter, and the whiteness looked like old clothes that had been worn for many years.

The matter has come to this, how can Rong'er still have the heart to continue washing. She hurriedly drained her clothes, and the basin of water had long since turned into black water. She looked at the clothes in her hands and suddenly felt five thunderbolts. Not to mention the high value of this dress, even if he sells himself, he can't afford to pay for it, and he is a subordinate of Ninghou Mansion, I am afraid that Yan Feng and Duanyue will definitely punish him. When Rong'er thought of this, her face turned pale and her palms were sweating.

Just when Rong'er was trying to find a way to solve it, Uncle Tong rushed to hear the news. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Rong'er holding the "incriminating evidence" with a sad face, and standing beside him was one of the few women who had just washed the blood. That mean face must have been her complaint to Uncle Tong.

"Miss Rong'er, I really didn't expect that I was wrong about you!" When Uncle Tong heard the report from the people below, he didn't believe it, he trusted Rong'er very much. But now that everyone has stolen goods, it is difficult even if Uncle Tong wants to cover up.

Seeing him so distressed, Rong'er couldn't say anything even if she was full of grievances, so she could only lower her head and say nothing.

The group of washed-out women immediately swarmed around, smiling and watching the excitement. Rong'er looked at the sarcastic smiles on their faces, and her teeth itched with hatred.

"Uncle Tong, it's this little girl." The woman stretched out her finger and pointed at Rong'er. "That's the Hou Ye's clothes, I heard what kind of tribute material, but the gold is expensive!"

Uncle Tong's heart was like a mirror, listening to the group of women's oil and vinegar and snorting coldly. He beckoned to Rong'er and called her over.

"Uncle Tong, I don't know how it is." Rong'er lowered the corners of her eyes and whispered.

Uncle Tong looked at her, his wrinkled eyes half-narrowed. "This matter is still up to the Hou Ye and the county lord to decide." Uncle Tong lowered his voice suddenly and leaned into Rong'er's ear. "Didn't you offend someone?"

Rong'er pursed her lips and thought for a while, but she just shook her head helplessly. She is a little maid, who can she make enemies with?