"How do I know? I honestly copy books and practice calligraphy! Yan Zhenzhen sat in front of the desk and opened the two scriptures, one of which was exactly the same as the other.

These two scriptures are viewed from the skin, one is the "Heart Sutra", the other is the "Dizang Sutra", but the inside is exactly the same.

"It's still Madame who loves you." Chunyun took the book of "Dizang Sutra", tucked it in his arms, and if there was only one book on the table, no one knew that the other book was an article: "But even so, and it will take fifty or sixty thousand words, and it will take a while to copy." ”

"There is no time limit, just copy it slowly! Although I am not allowed to go out of the courtyard, I don't say that it is the courtyard of Heyayuan or Taishifu, and my cheap father did not ask anyone to watch me and guard me. Besides, my feet are on my own body. Yan Zhenzhen picked up the pen and put on a posture to copy the book: "Hurry up and sharpen the ink, I'll copy a few pages." ”

Chunyun played with her pen and ink on the side: "Miss, the slave maid thinks that Grandma Chen's death is strange." ”

Yan Zhenzhen held the brush and played boringly: "There is a grandfather in the house, and my mother is the housekeeper, I should make a fuss, I am done making a fuss, and my donkey skills are poor." ”

As soon as Yan Qing returned to the mansion, he learned from Wu Wei about the water in the mansion in the middle of the night, hurried to Heyayuan, and recruited the mother-in-law who was guarding the door: "Is the second lady here?" Ask her to come out and speak. ”

The house where Yan Zhenzhen lived was the closest to the gate, and Yan Qing's voice outside came in without hindrance, although Yan Zhenzhen didn't care about what Yan Qing was doing, she pricked up her ears under the ghost's divine order.

The mother-in-law said: "The second miss is not here, the eldest miss, the fourth miss and the fifth miss are not here, only the third miss is here, do you want the old slave to call the third miss to the eldest young master?" ”

"Don't alarm the third sister, I just want to know if the second sister is okay? Was she frightened? ”

Listening to the conversation between Yan Qing and the janitor, Yan Zhenzhen's face showed mockery, only she knew that she still had an unspeakable loss in her heart, and she had never felt in front of the cheap father.

This came suddenly.

Yan Qing was anxious and anxious: "Songhe Courtyard has burned like that, Jiajia is so weak, how can he not be frightened?" Grandma, go and help me take a look......"

The woman was helpless: "The second miss went out, just now, what the old slave said is true, the second miss is really good, and it is the third miss's yard that is burned." ”

The more Yan Zhenzhen listened, the colder her expression became, shouldn't normal people care about her? Yan Jiajia lives with several other ladies in the Yan Mansion.

"Miss, the ink is already good." Chunyun sharpened the ink and reminded Yan Zhenzhen in a low voice, she saw that Yan Zhenzhen's expression was unnatural, and said: "Do you want the slave to embarrass the uncle and relieve the young lady's anger?" ”

"No need!" Yan Zhenzhen's expression was cold, she picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, lowered her head and began to write.

"Miss, isn't Uncle a little too worried?" Chunyun looked at Yan Zhenzhen's expression, but still finished what she wanted to say.

Yan Zhenzhen didn't raise her head, and said coldly: "Their brother and sister are affectionate, and they care about it, it's normal, I'm just an outsider to Yanfu...... Only my grandfather and my mother really felt sorry for me. ”

"Young Master, go slowly!" The mother-in-law wiped her sweat and went back to the tree and shook her fan......

"Mother, my sister can't copy those two scriptures in a year, how can my father come up with the idea of punishing my sister for copying so much?" Yan Jiajia saw Mrs. Yan sitting crookedly on the chaise longue in front of the window and napping, she quickly took off her shoes and climbed onto the couch to be with Mrs. Yan: "I want to take Sister Zhen Zhen and her sisters out, she can only copy books in the house." ”

Mrs. Yan hugged Yan Jiajia's shoulder, still squinting: "It's just copying the book, and when she finishes copying, you sisters will go out together." ”

When Yan Zhenzhen finished copying the book, the daylily was going to be cold, Yan Jiajia was anxious, but her face was as delicate as spring water, and the thousand-year-old ice seemed to be tired and crooked by her: "Mother, my sister is not going to become a monk, so you can't ask your sister to copy less?" It was a post from Yufang's sister from the Dingguo Mansion to the fourth sister, and she asked our five sisters and a few of their sisters to go to Juxianglou. ”

Hearing this, Mrs. Yan raised her hand and yawned, and held Yan Jiajia tighter with her other hand: "When your father comes back, I will beg him to take a look, the young lady of the Dingguo family will always give some face, this time it was your father who was ruthless, and asked her to copy the two books a hundred times each, and it is estimated that my mother may not be easy to speak." ”

"Mother, Dad, he is really. Songheyuan is not my sister's fault. It's all the Chen grandmother who was killed with a thousand knives. Yan Jiajia was annoyed, how could his father be at this time?

"Smack!" Mrs. Yan raised her hand and gently patted Yan Jiajia's lips: "Is that what your girl's family said?" Be careful that your mother will punish you for copying books with your sister. ”

Yan Jiajia's eyes rolled: "Mother, where did my father go?" I went to him to plead with Zhenzhen. ”

"Your dad went out for tea, and he will be back at noon at most." Mrs. Yan patted Yan Jiajia's arm: "I didn't sleep well after a toss yesterday, and you must have slept well either, so stay with me for a while." ”

Grandma Lin, who was serving on the side, made a gesture to Cuizhu and Qingyu, and the three of them retreated together, and Grandma Lin closed the door: "Madame and Second Miss have rested together, there is no hour that can't get up, let's find a shaded place to sit for a while!" I still have some candied fruit in my house. ”

Grandma Lin took the candied fruit and came back, and Cuizhu hurriedly thanked her: "Thank you, Grandma Lin, every time we mix the candied fruit here at Grandma." ”

"It's okay, it's all rewarded by the lady, where can I finish eating as a lonely old woman? I'm glad you came to talk to me. Grandma Lin put the candied fruit in a small plate, and sat down under the verandah with green bamboo and green gardenia.

"Grandma, Grandma Chen is really the arsonist?" Qing Yu was simple-minded, and asked without thinking: "I see that Grandma Chen has a kind eyebrow, and she doesn't look like she does such a thing." ”

"What do you know about this? People can't look good, the sea can't fight, do you think, Songhe Courtyard doesn't catch fire sooner or later, but it catches fire after Qingzhu has done that kind of thing? If it's not her, who could it be? Qing Yu put her hand to her lips, and pretended to be mysterious: "I don't think Qingzhu should stay in the mansion, what if she resents the mansion because Grandma Chen died?" ”

"I think so." Cuizhu Road.

"Qingzhu stayed in the mansion, it is the kindness of the lady, but it is a few of you, but you must take Qingzhu as a lesson." Grandma Lin reminded them: "Although we are subordinates, sometimes the master is inevitably confused, and we must persuade them." ”

Cuizhu shuddered for no reason, maybe other young ladies could be persuaded, the second young lady couldn't stand others disobeying her for half a point: "As long as we do our duty as slaves, we are better than anything else." ”