After the Midyear Festival, Han Youqing returned to Baitao Temple. Although he treats people as before, Yan Furong feels that he seems to be colder than usual. In the afternoon, Guozijian was suspended until the end of noon, Han Youqing was busy all morning, sweating profusely, and ordered Yan Furong to go outside Baitao Courtyard, and Guozijian's well to fetch cold water to wipe his face.

Yan Furong went with the bucket, the well was full of people, she thought about Han Youqing's tired and panting appearance, a little anxious, so she asked the person by the well, "...... Can it be faster? ”

The person who was fetching water didn't bother to pay attention to her, but the second person next to him glanced at her up and down, and opened his mouth to say, "No matter who your adult is, obediently go to the back and line up." ”

Yan Furong saw that the people around her were full of ridicule, so she had to line up to the end of the long line. Under the sunshine, Yan Furong touched her face with some loss.

When it was her turn, the lunch break was almost over, and the fetchers had left, leaving her alone to awkwardly drop the bucket down the well and squeak and shake it slowly. She thought that the lunch break was about to end, and Han Youqing was still waiting for her in the room, so she was a little anxious, she was not very good at fetching water on weekdays, and at this time she was even more anxious, so she reluctantly shook the bucket up, lifted it and walked a few steps quickly, and stumbled and tripped. The water in the barrel was sprinkled on the dry ground with a hissing sound.

Yan Furong was lying on the ground, her elbows were sore and soaked, and her clothes were soaked and stuck to her body, she simply didn't stand up, and cried softly aggrievedly.

At some point, someone helped her up and asked, "You're stupid." ”

Yan Furong was crying sadly, looked over with tears, and saw that it was not Han Youqing, but He Haiqing, who was a little familiar, so she ignored him, but continued to cry unstoppably. He Haiqing saw that she didn't have any major injuries on her body, but she couldn't stop crying, she was suspicious, and stepped forward to hold Yan Furong's hands, although Yan Furong was crying, she was still startled by his actions, and quickly pulled out her hand and took a step back vigilantly. Although it was only for a moment, He Haiqing's fingers still quickly swiped through the fingertips of her palm, touching a thin layer of calluses.

He put down a little doubt in his heart, and his face didn't show it, but he just smiled as if nothing happened, "Don't cry, I'll help you fetch water, okay?" ”

After He Haiqing finished speaking, he inserted the saber hanging from his waist behind him, gently rolled the bucket on the ground with his toes, threw it upward, then stretched out his hand to catch the bucket lightly, stood by the well with his hands and feet to draw a bucket of water, carried it in his hand, turned around and said to Yan Furong who was stunned on the side, "Let's go, is there anything else?" ”

After speaking, he strode towards Bai Tao, and Yan Furong hurriedly followed him. The two walked for a while, and He Haiqing suddenly asked casually, "Since you used to be an old person beside Mrs. Dingyuan Hou, you must know a lot of secrets in the Hou Mansion, right?" ”

When Yan Furong saw his expression, she obviously wanted to know her answer very much, but she pretended not to care, thinking that this person was a little funny, so she said, "I didn't expect you to be a person who likes to inquire about this kind of gossip." ”

He Haiqing laughed and said, "This makes people not look good." ”

Yan Furong snorted lightly, because he was still helping him carry water, so he didn't say anything about him, He Haiqing asked again, "Don't you know any secrets?" Also, I'm afraid you are not a favored big girl next to Mrs. Hou, otherwise your wife would not give you to others casually. ”

Yan Furong heard that he didn't have anything right, and couldn't help but say, "Your eyesight is too bad, I'm ...... We didn't just send me out. ”

When she saw that He Haiqing still didn't believe it, she muttered and told He Haiqing everything she knew.

He Haiqing listened carefully, and asked her some details from time to time, Yan Furong didn't know much, although he reminded him and remembered some of it, he still couldn't remember a lot of time, and he was annoyed by asking, so he said, "I don't want to talk about the Hou Mansion anymore, in short, the Dingyuan Hou Mansion is not a clean place, and I don't want to go back in this life." ”

He Haiqing was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously asked, "You also hate Shao Ding?" ”

Yan Furong didn't pay attention to his words, but said with some sadness, "The thing I hate the most in my life is Shao Ding, a well-dressed beast." ”

He Haiqing saw that her expression was serious and strict, and knew that she was telling the truth. A maid, just at a young age, is quite beautiful, but she has a hatred for her master, in addition to those unbearable peach-colored things, what else can it be? He turned his head and couldn't bear to look at Yan Furong with sympathetic eyes, but the hand holding the bucket tightened suddenly, his muscles flared up, and he said word by word, "I knew that this Shao Ding had deceived the world!" ”

Yan Furong mentioned Shao Ding, she was also a little uneasy, and when she saw that the eaves of Baitao Courtyard were close in front of her, she stretched out her hand to He Haiqing and said, "Give me the bucket, I'm here." ”

He Haiqing handed her the bucket and said with a resolute expression, "Don't worry, sooner or later, one day, there will be evil retribution!" ”

Yan Furong only thought that he was comforting herself, turned around, and put this matter aside, concentrating on just wanting to carry the cold water to Han Youqing.

In the west wing, she slowly pushed open the door with some trepidation, and carried a heavy bucket into the room with some difficulty. Han Youqing was standing in front of the desk waving, and when he heard her enter the door, he didn't look up, pulled his sleeve with one hand, and held a brush with the other hand to dip it in ink, and asked, "Are you back?" ”

He was wearing a lake-green shirt today, not wearing a square scarf, but using a white hosta to tie his hair on the top of his head, this outfit makes people feel relaxed when they look at it in the hot summer, not to mention how pleasing the appearance of the face is like a crown of jade.

Yan Furong saw that he was not angry, and only felt that her cousin was really considerate, so she put her mind at ease, happily poured cold water clumsily into the copper basin, and asked Han Youqing to wash her face.

Han Youqing concentrated on writing on the paper in front of him and said, "Don't wash it first, I'll finish writing this letter, and you can send it to your cousin." ”

When Yan Furong heard it at first glance, she thought she had heard it wrong, and asked confusedly, "Where to send it?" ”

Han Youqing raised his head and glanced at her, couldn't help but show a smile, and said, "It's all at this time, and you still pretend not to know?" Could it be that the poems written in my cousin's handwriting in my paintings were imitated by you, a little girl? ”

Yan Furong was gagged by his words, and when she was dumbfounded, she heard Han Youqing say again, "I think it's the Midyear Festival when I am resting, you go to the Hou Mansion, see your cousin, and tell her about my recent situation, otherwise how can this poem she wrote fit the meaning of the spring willow and duck picture?" ”

He finally finished writing the letter, put down the pen, twisted the letter with a smile on the corner of his mouth, gently blew the ink that had not dried, and looked up at Yan Furong, "What did you say to her?" And what did she say? ”

Yan Furong originally remembered the explanation, but after listening to his series of questions, her heart suddenly rose with emotion. Although the two of them had been in the same heart for a long time, she had never seen her cousin look so eager, like a little fool. She couldn't help laughing and replied, "Miss said, Young Master Cousin is too stupid. ”

Han Youqing laughed, folded the letter paper, and handed it to Yan Furong, Tomorrow I will grant you a leave and send this letter to my cousin. ”