Aunt Liu added fuel and vinegar at this moment: "Miss, you have to put your arms down, the old slave can really see it."

Ye's face became more and more ugly, the knuckles of the fingers holding the chair turned white, looking at the people in the hall and the panicked Murong, he opened his mouth to reprimand those who did not move.

"What are you doing? Don't you know how to send the lady back to the room? ”

"Yes, ma'am."

Several maids trotted to Murong's side with their heads down, reaching out to help Murong clean up his torn clothes, and another maid took out a white short jacket from the back room and draped it over Murong.

"Miss, the slaves and maids will send you back."

Murong blushed with shame, but his voice was like a mosquito, and he didn't dare to look at Wan Yang again, and his two little hands were sent out by the maids with a white short jacket.

"Wan Gongzi, let you laugh, Murong is used to this kid on weekdays."

Wan Yang sat down below, and his tone was flat: "The lady I want to marry must be generous and decent in the future, and not be surprised."

"What does Wan Gongzi mean that Murong is not the woman you want to marry?"

Ye's face was angry, there was a faint bulge of green tendons on his forehead, and the fingers under his sleeves were picking at the chair, but his tone was still calm.

Wan Yang put down the crossed Erlang legs, stood up calmly, stood under the stage and looked at Ye, with a slight hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Madam, it's not right for you to talk like that, I just want Rong'er to be my virtuous helper."

"Humph! The best thing is that a good day has also been set, and at the beginning of next month, I have already looked for a good person, and it is a good day. ”

Wan Yang bowed his head and arched his fists with both hands: "Everything is arranged by Madame."

"And why are you here today?"

"Just come over and see Rong'er."

"You've seen it, so let's go."

Wan Yang put his hand on his waist, raised his head and was humble and polite: "Even if Madame doesn't say that I should leave, then Wan Yang will come back another day."

"Aunt Liu, send Wan Gongzi out."

"Yes, Master Wan, please go with the old slave."

"I'm tired of Aunt Liu."

Ye Shi watched the people below disperse one by one, the tiredness in his eyes came up together, he raised a hand to touch his forehead, and leaned on the back of the chair.

The most is that the height is unbearable, and only the Ye family is left in the huge front hall.

"What rags!"

One after another clothes flew out of Murong's room, and the subordinates guarding the door were unlucky, picking up the clothes one by one.

Although the weather was not very hot, I couldn't stand running again and again, and a few little girls outside began to sweat, and their hair stuck to their sideburns one by one.

When Xia Mei came back with her things, she saw a circle of people standing in the courtyard, each holding a few pieces of clothing in their hands.

"What's wrong with these clothes?"

The little maid who was grabbed by Xia Mei's shoulder was panicked, and she was relieved when she heard Xia Mei's voice.

"Sister Xia Mei, Miss...... When the young lady went to see Wan Gongzi today, her clothes were damaged. ”

"And then the young lady came back and threw all the clothes out?"

"Hmmm......"

After Xia Mei finished asking, she looked at the door with deep eyes, took out a veil from her arms and put it on her face, and strode into Murong's room.

"Miss, I'm back."

Murong tossed himself no different from a beggar on the street, his hair was messy on his head, and his clothes were not easy to wear, hanging casually on his body, and his round shoulders were exposed.

"These clothes are torn, throw them out to me!"

"Miss, let's make a few more sets of good clothes, don't lose them, just give these clothes to the next person."

Xia Mei picked up the thin shirt next to her and draped it over Murong's shoulders as she spoke, and then attached it to her ear and said something.

"Really? Something bought? ”

"Alright."

"Quick, take it out and I'll take a look."

Murong stretched out his hand towards Xia Mei with an impatient face, and the eagerness in his eyes was so conspicuous.

"Miss, let's let everyone outside the door leave first."

"Yes, they can't see it."

"Miss!"

Xia Mei stretched out her arm to stop Murong and looked at Murong with her eyes.

"Miss, get dressed and go out."

Murong said impatiently: "It's really annoying, you go out and let them get away."

"Yes."

The veiled face couldn't see the expression clearly, but a trace of hatred slipped through Xia Mei's eyes, and soon, it was so fast that no one could catch it.

"When you are all scattered, your clothes will be given to you, and no one will be allowed to come here again."

"Yes."

"Yes......"

A jagged sound sounded outside, but in the blink of an eye, the people in the courtyard were gone, holding their clothes.

The corners of Xia Mei's mouth under the veil hooked up a mocking smile, gently closed the door, and turned to Murong's side.

"Miss, I've brought something back."

Xia Mei took something out of her sleeve, shook her palm, and a handkerchief suddenly appeared in front of her. It's just that the embroidered things on it make people can't bear to look at it directly.

Murong only glanced at it hurriedly, from blushing to the root of his ears, and hurriedly waved his hand for Xia Mei to put things away.

"You put away your things, and remember not to show them."

"I carry it with me every day."

"Okay, I'm going to make that Mu Qian ruined!"

"Miss, did Madame tell us to do this?" Xia Mei put away her handkerchief and asked.

"Don't mention my mother, my mother just said wait, wait for Mu Qian's slut to show her feet, but I can't wait!"

Murong's expression became hideous, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the room, directly shooting through the people in the other courtyard.

"Now that Miss has made preparations, she is about to kick the door, and she doesn't have to worry about anything."

"Well, if my mother doesn't do it, I'll do it, before I marry into the Wan family, I must make Mu Qian's slut pay the price!"

"That's right, who made that Mu Qian always block in front of the young lady." Xia Mei scolded tentatively, and glanced at Murong's expression.

Murong's side slammed his hand on the bed, making a dull sound, and his eyes fell on a baby pink dress on the ground.

"Brother Wanyang must still have feelings for her, I must send her to hell so that Mu Qian can never turn over again!"

Xia Mei tightened her fists, pretending to be surprised and asked, "Where did Miss see that Young Master Wan still has feelings for Mu Qian?"

"I feel that Brother Wanyang doesn't really want to marry me."

Murong stood up as she spoke, and she stood up straight at the window in the cold wind, regardless of the cold weather.

"Why did the young lady say that?"

Murong smiled bitterly: "I can see the carelessness in Wan Yang's eyes, he has never been attentive to marrying me."

"Maybe it's because Wan Gongzi has been too tired lately, and he can't do it anymore."

"Xia Mei, you don't understand this, you don't know what it is like to admire a person's eyes."

"Yes, the slave is overstepping."

Xia Mei didn't say anything more, and stood quietly to the side and looked out the window with Murong. In winter, the trees are bare, and even the sky is a little overcast.

A gust of wind swept across the ground, bringing up a lot of dust, Murong was blinded by the dust, Xia Mei hurriedly closed the open window, and sat on the chair with Murong's arm.

"Miss, the slave maid will change your clothes, this one is too thin and easy to get cold."

"Well, go ahead."

Xia Mei looked around the remaining clothes, but there were only more than a dozen clothes scattered on the ground, and she couldn't find suitable clothes.

"Miss, I can't find suitable clothes, I'll go out and ask Aunt Liu to find a few."

"Go, go, go."

"Yes."

Xia Mei lowered her head and opened the door and walked out, and the moment she closed the door, she quickly turned her head to look at Murong who was still on the chair, and went to the courtyard on the right hand side with the corner of her skirt.

"Millet."

Before the words fell, the door in front of him opened from the inside, and Xiaomi pulled Xia Mei into the house and looked around.

I asked Xia Mei, "Where did Murong let you go?"

"Bichun Hall."

Xiaomi took over the conversation: "Isn't Bichuntang a place to sell embroidery?"

Xia Mei nodded: "Yes, Murong asked me to buy this."

As he spoke, he took out the handkerchief and put it on the table for me and Xiaomi to see clearly.

"This ......"

Xiaomi only glanced at it and covered her eyes and didn't dare to look at it again, I didn't naturally look away, and asked Xia Mei to quickly put things away.

"Murong actually asked you to buy this thing?"

"Yes, I'll make a long story short, Murong said that the embroidery was embroidered by you, and when the time comes, you will exchange this with the young lady's embroidered ......."

"I know, you go quickly, don't let Murong be suspicious."

Xia Mei put away her things, walked out of the room quickly, and went straight to Aunt Liu's place when she went out.

Aunt Liu had just come back from outside, and she suddenly bumped into Xia Mei who came over, and both of them held on to the wall so that they didn't fall.

"Oops......"

"Auntie, I'll find some clothes for the second lady."

Aunt Liu's face was pale, she stroked her chest for a while, her legs trembling against the wall, her eyes were dull.

"Auntie?"

"Let me take a break, I, my chest is tight."

"I'll help you back into the house to rest."

Xia Mei took Aunt Liu's arm and entered the house, and hurriedly poured a glass of water from the table and handed it to the frightened aunt.

"Auntie, I bumped into you, doesn't it matter if you're physical?"

"It's because I'm old, my body is no longer good, and it has nothing to do with you." Aunt Liu waved her hand.

"Are you really tight?"

"Don't worry, don't worry, Mei Yatou just said let me find a few clothes?"

"Well, the second lady threw out all her clothes after she went back."

Aunt Liu stood up on her knees, walked to a large box in the corner, and beckoned Xia Mei over.

"Come on, Mei girl, there are a few freshly made clothes here."

"Well, auntie, may I ask, are these new clothes made for whom?"

Aunt Liu opened the lid and took out a turquoise cardigan skirt from the box, and a blue short jacket with a circle of soft hair inlaid on the collar.

"This one, it was originally made for the eldest lady, if you come to look for clothes, I'll give it to you first, and I'll find someone to do it."

"Then it's troublesome, Aunt Liu has to make another trip."

"It's not in the way, my body, I should practice my body after a few more trips."

"Then I'll go back first, the second lady wears less, I'm afraid I'm going to get cold."

"Go ahead, it's okay to come and talk to my old woman."

Xia Mei smiled and responded: "Okay, Xia Mei will often come to accompany you in the future."

Aunt Liu rubbed her knees, the loving look on her face faded, and her eyes flashed with cruelty.