His master is Fang Fujin, and in this backyard is the existence of one person under ten thousand people, who dares to offend himself?

Even the minions around Chang Fujin were a little in awe when they saw themselves.

Now, she was slapped by a concubine who had just started, how could Mama Wu endure it?

She gritted her teeth, and then said resentfully, "Rong Gege is really a big Buddha, hmph, don't be too complacent." ”

Ji Wanrong was completely sober at this moment, thinking of the move she had just taken, she couldn't help but regret it, but it was too late.

"Walk slowly, don't send." Ji Wanrong pursed her lips.

Seeing the quilt thrown on the ground, he instructed Chunjiao, "This quilt cover is removed, take the material rewarded by the fourth master to sew a quilt cover." ”

"Yes." Chunjiao was really scared, and responded in a low voice.

I took the roast chicken yesterday afternoon, and someone sent a few horses of material in the evening, saying that it was a reward from the fourth master.

Ji Wanrong didn't like it very much, the colorful clothes were not suitable, but now it doesn't matter if they are used as quilt covers.

Mama Wu saw that Ji Wanrong had no one in her eyes like this, and she didn't care about herself, she hid anger in her heart, turned around and slammed the door and left.

I can't sleep well, it's still early, Ji Wanrong asked Chunjiao to get water to wash up, and prepared to go to Changfujin's courtyard for a turn.

Go to ask for peace as soon as possible, so as not to be sued by the wicked people of Fujin on the side of the year, it will be a mistake.

The road from Lixiangyuan to Qinxiangyuan is the one that Ji Wanrong is most familiar with.

She stepped on the bottom of the flower pot in a flag costume, and her little feet walked fast, stepping on the pebbles crisply.

Although it is already late spring, the spring in the capital seems to have come later, and the wind is blowing noisy and a little chilly.

When Ji Wanrong arrived at Qinfangyuan, Chang Fujin hadn't gotten up yet, she sat in the hall in a proper manner, sipping tea, and thinking of a set of rhetoric.

After waiting for half an hour, the Wulanala clan of Changfu Jin walked out of the inner room slowly.

Dressed in a cool moonlight flag suit and a set of pearl jewelry, her somewhat sickly complexion became more and more pale.

"Fujin auspicious, Fujin Wan'an." Ji Wanrong shook the handkerchief and saluted, and then stood there without saying a word.

Seeing her like this, the Ulanala clan was a little curious, and asked in a soft voice, "Excuse me, why is it so early today?" But what's the matter? ”

"The slave is fine." Ji Wanrong replied cautiously, "I thought it was a new rule to ask for peace at this hour." ”

"Nonsense, when will the rule of greeting peace be changed every day?" Mama Liu, who was standing next to the Wulanala clan, opened her mouth, her tone full of sternness.

"But this morning, Mama Wu, who was next to Fujin on the side of the year, lifted the slave's futon and let the slave get up." Ji Wanrong raised her head and looked at the Wulanala clan, pretending to be innocent and said, "I thought that this was because Fu Jin was afraid that the slave and maid would be late, but that grandmother didn't choose what to say and insulted Fu Jin, and the slave slapped her, and she also came to ask for guilt at this time." ”

"Oh? There is such a thing? You offended Mama Wu, and you should also ask for the guilt of Nian Fang Fujin, what kind of crime did you come to ask me? When the Wulanala clan heard Ji Wanrong's words, he pretended to be alienated and asked.

The Wulanala clan was a little annoyed in his heart, this Wu Mama really didn't know the height of the sky, so she didn't know the etiquette.

It's all to blame for the lawlessness of the master's pet Nian Xiyao, and the same is true for his minions.

The people in this house who don't respect Chang Fujin the most, I'm afraid that there is only this pampered and arrogant young Fujin.