Chapter Seventy-Five: Someone Will Make a Mess for Me

Zhao Yu, who has always been brazen, seemed to finally realize that he had said too much, smiled and left. Pen | fun | pavilion www. biquge。 info

The seven knives followed, and he didn't forget to turn around and ask for credit: "Hey Ninth Sister, don't forget that it was me who sent someone this time!" He smiled and made a gesture of probing for things: "Stealing people is also the specialty of this thief, just look for me if you have something in the future!" ”

Mu Qing hurriedly spat and hid behind the ninth sister shyly and timidly, who stole people from him.

Xia Jiu Mei laughed out loud and took Mu Qing directly into the gate of the villa.

Now that she mentions her spirit, she doesn't plan to let them arrange it first, and it's better to hold the initiative in her own hands.

I don't know what the coachman said to the principal inside, Xia Jiumei didn't know the direction, so she stood in the courtyard of the villa and looked around.

There is a corner gate on the left and right sides, which should lead to the cross-courtyard on both sides, and in front of it is the main house of the main courtyard, where the principal of Qingxin Villa and the various stewards live, and behind the main courtyard is the thatched house of a group of peasant families, where a large number of village slaves live.

"This Zhuangzi must have hundreds of people, and there should be a few places to live in the mountains." Mu Qingdao, she used to be a second-class maid, and she had heard a lot about the private gardens of various mountain villas.

"I see, I see that the east courtyard is clean and tidy, and there are maids to clean it, it should be Xia Wenjing's residence." The ninth sister has sharp eyes: "Although she is here to be punished, the Yin family is still the head of the second room, and with her by her side, she must not suffer much." ”

Mu Qing nodded: "It's just that the fourth lady is suffering, she is about to get married, but her mother is not around, and the marriage is messy." ”

The ninth sister blinked, vaguely impressed by the second-room maid.

"Maybe Xia Si still feels comfortable in his heart, let's take care of ourselves first, Xia Wenjing is estimated to be the king and hegemon here, we are weak now, and we can avoid it."

"Yes." Mu Qing nodded obediently, she was not a domineering person like Mulan Muxiang, and the ninth sister was also very relieved of her.

"Miss Natsusui." Director Fang walked out accompanied by the groom, and was amazed by the red-clothed girl in the courtyard who was still observing around in a hurry, and then walked over: "Miss is still satisfied with my villa?" ”

The ninth sister raised her eyebrows, and the future people looked up and down.

Director Fang was wearing a satin-faced gown, and his figure was thin and tall, but his eyes were round and sliding, and he looked a little embarrassed.

The Xia family's Qingxin Villa, but Director Fang said that it was his, which shows that he is quite ambitious, but if he can achieve this position, it is estimated that there are still people behind him.

"Good." The ninth sister is neither humble nor arrogant.

After all, she is a person who has been a carving girl, and with such a background, it is best to let Master Fang not know the details.

Sure enough, Director Fang didn't test Xia Jiumei's attitude, and he didn't dare to do more humiliation.

"It's in a hurry, so let's ask the young lady to go to live in the West Cross Courtyard first." Fang was in charge of the arrangement, and a mother-in-law stepped forward to guide the way.

The girl nodded and walked away.

"Miss Ten." Director Fang stopped her and smiled meaningfully: "Don't you have anything to say to the groom to take back to the master?" ”

The children of the Xia family who were sent before were all crying and shouting, and they wanted to send someone to bring the message back.

The girl in the red dress turned sideways slightly, turned her head to look at Master Fang, and her small and delicate chin raised slightly: "Yes." ”

The slanting sun in the west gives her delicate figure a layer of warm orange, faintly revealing a golden wave, which makes people dare not look directly.

"Miss, please speak." The steward stepped forward with a respectful attitude.

"Please tell Master Xia, don't forget me when the witch is elected." The girls also laughed meaningfully.

Director Fang raised her eyebrows slightly, it seemed that she still couldn't let go of her identity as a carving girl, and wanted to ask the eldest master to allow her to participate in the witch election.

But in this way, you really can't try her too much, otherwise it will not be good to be found out during the election.

"What's going on with the carriage outside?" The girl's arrogant shouting sounded at the door of the villa, and Director Fang looked over and saw that it was Xia Wenjing who had returned.

Xia Jiumei frowned slightly, picked up her long skirt and took the lead towards the West Cross Courtyard.

Director Fang also walked towards Xia Wenjing with the groom.

"Did my uncle send someone to pick me up?" Xia Wen's quiet voice was full of hope, but he vaguely saw the back of the girl in red disappearing into the corner gate through Steward Fang, and couldn't help but sigh, a little gloating: "It turns out that someone has been sent here again, it's really boring, Miss Xifu?" I don't look like a maid who has made mistakes and been belittled. ”

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"Miss, how can they let you live in such a place!" Mu Qing was angry, and his nose was full of damp and mildew in the house.

She and Xia Jiumei had just been driven into a side room in the west courtyard to lead the way and left, this side room was small and simple, the left half was a bunk, the right side was a dilapidated wardrobe, basin and other supplies, only the square table in the middle was barely half-new, and an old candlestick was placed, but there was not even a teapot on the table, only four or five porcelain bowls to make do.

"It's so hateful, the slave and maid are looking for them." Mu Qing herself can swallow her anger, but she can't stand the hardships and sins of her master.

The five ladies in the second room all live in the entire East Cross Courtyard, and even if she is the tenth Miss, she is also the concubine of the long house, so she will be assigned to the main house of the West Cross Courtyard.

"Mu Qing." The ninth sister stopped her, fanned her with one hand, and pulled her to the table and sat down.

As it got dark, she lit the candlestick on the table.

"Miss," Mu Qing was disgusted, could he just let their minions live in a spacious house, but the young lady of the Xia family wanted to wronged herself so much?

"The more you swallow your anger like this, the more they will grind you in the future, and the slave has seen many of these things before."

Xia Jiumei smiled and scratched the tip of her nose: "I didn't expect that you girl is usually silent, but her mind is quite thorough." ”

Mu Qing was stunned, does the young lady understand? Yes, how could someone as smart as Miss not understand this truth.

"Then you still ......"

"Don't worry, am I the kind of person who suffers and is wronged?" The girl smiled and swept around, the dark and rotten old house, the bedding was dirty and gray, and people would get sick after living for a long time.

She won't ask for trouble.

"But think about it, who is relegated here wouldn't make trouble? But if they make trouble, is it useful? ”

Mu Qing pursed his lips.

Few of the children of the Xia family who were relegated here could be taken back, let alone find someone to support them, so no one would care if they didn't make trouble.

What's more, Xia Jiumei's current situation is even worse, she is not welcomed, and now she has lost her identity as a carving girl, she has nothing at all, no one in the Xia family will come to support her, and these subordinates will be even more careless when they toss her.

"What can I do?" Mu Qing's eyes were red with anxiety.

"Don't worry, I don't make trouble because someone will make trouble for me."

"Huh?" Mu Qing is slightly leng, who else can call the shots for Miss now?

But before she could close her open mouth, she heard a girl's smug laughter from far outside the courtyard: "Xia Wenshu, I didn't expect you to have today." ”

Xia Jiu Mei didn't care, and patted Mu Qing's hand with a smile: "Go and pour me a glass of water, I'm a little thirsty." ”

Mu Qing was stunned, left and turned around to pour water, Xia Wenjing came as scheduled and kicked open the broken door panel.