Mama Zeng said: "This person is one of the personal servants of the young master, and the old slave knows it." The people around the young master, especially those who served nearby, the old slaves all knew their bottom thoroughly. ”

After a pause, Mama Zeng had a look of memory on her face:

The old slave remembered that the third king was an orphan. One winter night seventeen years ago, when he was only a few months old, he was casually discarded outside the back door of the Yuanwai Mansion.

At that time, Wang San was wrapped in a very shabby swaddling clothes, and his face was blue from the cold. According to the doctor, if he is found a quarter of an hour later, he is afraid that his life will be lost.

That day, the young master was also greedy for fun, and he insisted on going out at night, so Wang San picked up a life. ”

Xie Jinlan thought thoughtfully: "In this way, Wang Tianci still has a life-saving grace for Wang San. ”

Mama Zeng let out a long sigh: "Who said it wasn't!" Since he was sensible, Wang San has always been by the side of the young master of Tianci. He was a little dull in his mind, but he was loyal. ”

Xie Jinlan tapped the stone table: "In this way, this Wang San should not lie." ”

Mama Zeng nodded approvingly: "The old slave's vision of seeing people is quite accurate, this Wang San is a good one." ”

Glancing at Mo Yan, who was making a note seriously, Xie Jinlan turned another page of the roster in his hand, and his eyebrows wrinkled slightly: "This Wang Er was sold into the foreign mansion by his parents?" Why is it also a death contract? ”

Zeng Mama's eyes suddenly showed a little pity:

"It's a poor boy, too. When he was five years old, his father owed a lot of money to the gambling house because he was a good gambler. Wang Er couldn't compare to the boss of the family to coax people, so he was sold into the Yuanwai Mansion.

In order to sell a few more taels of silver, the ruthless parents drew a pledge on the death deed. Since then, Wang Er has nothing to do with those two. Whether he lives or dies is all up to the masters in the Yuanwai Mansion to decide. ”

Xie Jinlan asked, "Then how is this Wang Er?" Have you ever resented his cruel parents? ”

Mama Zeng pondered for a moment, and then said:

"At the beginning, Wang Er was indeed resentful. By chance, he saw his father have one of his fingers cut off by someone at the gambling house.

After the shock, he figured it out. Leaving that home, leaving that kind of father, is not necessarily a bad thing. Wang Er is silent on weekdays, but he has a good brain and learns everything quickly. ”

Xie Jinlan nodded clearly, and then asked, "Then he is loyal to the Yuanwaifu?" ”

Mama Zeng was slightly stunned: "This ...... Wang Er rarely talked to anyone, and the old slave didn't know what he was thinking. But for so many years, he has never done anything that is not good for the foreign government. ”

Xie Jinlan asked again: "I heard that Wang Tianci's temper is not very good, even if it is his personal servant, he is also beating and scolding at every turn, without any mercy. Can Wang Er hate Wang Tianci because of this? ”

Mama Zeng's face was slightly embarrassed: "Young Master Tianci is the only son of the master, and he has wanted anything since he was a child." It is inevitable to be pampered and arrogant. ”

Ruan Yezhen on the side retorted disapprovingly:

"I also grew up in thousands of favors, why am I not as arrogant as him? In the final analysis, it wasn't because he was too doting that he changed his temperament. ”

Xie Jinlan glanced at her without a trace, and then moved his gaze to Mama Zeng's body, with a slight expression:

"Mama Zeng, what the official is asking is, will Wang Er hate Wang Tianci? You just have to answer yes, or no. As for how Wang Tianci behaves, this official has his own conclusion in his heart. You don't have to defend him. ”

Mama Zeng was suddenly a little frightened: "My lord, forgive my sins!" If you want to talk about this Wang San, the old slave is ninety percent sure that he will not hold a grudge against the young master. But if you want to say that this Wang Er, he is a thoughtful person, and the old slave can't be sure of anything. ”

Xie Jinlan raised his eyebrows and pondered for a moment, then looked through the roster in his hand again, and asked casually: "This Wang Yi voluntarily signed the death deed?" ”

Since Xie Jinlan's face sank before, Mama Zeng's words were also a little more restrained:

"When Wang Yi was eleven years old, he sold himself into the Yuanwai Mansion. He was originally a little beggar begging on the street, without a father or a mother. After knowing the news of the recruitment of workers in the foreign government, he took the initiative to find the door.

He had no intention of leaving the Yuanwai Mansion, and he could get a few taels of silver by signing the death deed, so he simply sold himself directly. ”

Xie Jinlan seemed to inadvertently mention: "This official has heard that this king often complains about Wang Tianci in front of his subordinates, isn't it?" ”

Mama Zeng's face instantly became a little more dissatisfied:

"The old slave naturally knows about this. Wang Yi, this kid is very good-mouthed, and he is used to coaxing the young master on weekdays. Therefore, the young master values him the most and trusts him very much.

The young master's temper is not very good, but every time he vents the anger in his heart, the young master will give them silver or something good as compensation, and he has never been stingy!

This Wang Yi often said in front of his masters that being able to serve the young master was a blessing that he had cultivated for several lifetimes. But in private, he always complains that the young master is moody and difficult to serve.

The gossip reached the ears of the young master, and Wang Yiyi said that it was because others were jealous of him and deliberately slandered him. The young master already valued him, and he believed his words.

This kid is very slippery, the old slave has wanted to get personal stolen goods several times, and exposed his true face in front of the young master, but he can't do it. ”

Xie Jinlan was surprised, and then went on to look through the roster and asked about the other slaves.

Mama Zeng said that she has a good memory, and she really is not boasting.

As she had previously stated, there were only a handful of very low-status slaves that she had little impression of. Others, she can always say a few words.

An hour later, Xie Jinlan finished flipping through the two rosters and had a general understanding of the people in the Yuanwai Mansion.

Pushing the roster to Mama Zeng, Xie Jinlan smiled: "Thank you Mama Zeng." ”

Mama Zeng didn't dare to bear it: "My lord's words are serious." ”

After putting the roster back in her sleeve, she asked, "Is there anything else you need to know?" ”

Xie Jinlan shook his head slightly and said, "Not for the time being." ”

Mama Zeng got up and bowed deeply to Xie Jinlan: "In this way, the old slave will retire first." Madame still needs an old slave on her side. ”

Xie Jinlan hummed lightly, and then looked at the ink inkstone who was about to put down the brush: "Mo Yan, go and send one to Mama Zeng." ”

Mama Zeng hurriedly waved her hand and refused: "My lord, don't bother." ”

With that, he quickly ran out of the yard.

Looking at Mama Zeng's back as she walked like a fly, Mo Yan sighed with emotion: "This Mama Zeng is really old and strong." They are all in their fifties, and their legs and feet are so neat. ”

Raising his eyes and looking at the sky, he looked at Xie Jinlan again: "My lord, it's not early, but you want someone to prepare lunch?" ”

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