finally waited for Sanniang to return to the door a few days ago, Wang Jing secretly asked the maid next to Sanniang to know that she was all right, and finally let go. But now that Xuan Shao has left Beijing, Wang Jing began to worry that without Xuan Shao to take care of him, his sister would still be bullied.

The letters from Yanzhou are basically not from the Zhao Mansion or from the Wei family, and the letters from the Zhao Mansion are usually dictated by the maternal grandmother Liu, and then written down by the literate people around them, and then someone is found to give them to Sanniang and Wang Jing.

Wang Jingxing hurriedly took the letter out of the envelope, thinking that he would read it first and tell Sanniang later.

"Young master, don't stand at the door, blocking the light of the slave." Cinnabar sat on the pony in the hall, rubbed the embroidery needle in his hand into his hair, and said to Wang Jing with some coquettishness.

Although Wang Jing's temper is not very good, he has always been tolerant of the people who have been with him for many years. Hearing Cinnabar say this, he didn't get angry, he just waved his hand and said, "Go on the side, don't disturb the master to read the letter." ”

Cinnabar pursed her lips, and lowered her head to busy herself with the work in her hands, but there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, she didn't really want Wang Jing to get out of the way.

Wang Jingcai squinted his eyes and felt that something was wrong, but after thinking about it, he continued to look down. It's just that the more he looks down, the more stiff his body becomes, and in the end, the expression on his face is beyond words.

Wang Jing was tall and sturdy, and he stood by the door, blocking out most of the light that shone into the room. Cinnabar wanted to pick a water-red silk thread and embroider the petals on the lotus, but she couldn't distinguish the colors of the two silk threads in her hand, and looked up at Wang Jing still standing at the door. The hand holding the letter hung to the side, but the expression on his face was not clear in the shadows.

Cinnabar thought that Wang Jing was deliberately playing with herself. Annoyed: "Master, can you let it go?" The slave and maid could no longer see the color of the silk thread. ”

Wang Jing stood there but did not speak.

Cinnabar bit her lip, simply put down the thread in her hand, got up and walked to Wang Jing's side to pull him away: "Are you here to be the door god?" Come in soon. ”

As soon as Zhu didn't want to cinnabar's hand touched Wang Jing's sleeve, a huge force made her fly all of a sudden, and before she could react, she felt a huge pain in her lower back, and then the table fell to the ground, and the teapot and teacup on the table fell to the ground with a bang.

"Get out—" Wang Jing's voice was cold. It's like trying to control your emotions.

After Cinnabar reacted, she first looked at Wang Jing in horror, and her hand was propped back to get up. The palm of her hand was painful, and the fragments of the teacup that broke on the ground pierced into her palm.

"Young Master, what's wrong with you?" Cinnabar endured the pain in her waist and palms, and said to Wang Jing anxiously.

Wang Jing didn't hear it, and suddenly ran out like a whirlwind.

"Young Master—" Cinnabar was startled, and used his other uninjured hand to prop up half of his body. But the pain in her lower back made it impossible for her to stand up.

Looking up, he saw Angelica walking in in a hurry, and he didn't have time to reply, and Yinggui stared at him with a shocked expression on his eyes, and Cinnabar immediately said, "Quick." Go and stop the young master. ”

Angelica reacted at this time. Immediately left thinking about cinnabar, wanting to help her up.

"Oops, leave me alone. Go and see the young master, he doesn't know what's wrong......" Cinnabar finally got up with Angelica's support, but pushed Angelica to let her go out to find Wang Jing.

Angelica looked at the blood dripping down Cinnabar's right hand, and his face turned a little white with fright: "Cinnabar, your hand seems to be very serious." ”

Cinnabar looked down at his hand, he was also stunned, and then he took out his handkerchief and wrapped his hand around it three or two times, while saying: "The young master suddenly lost his temper just now, and I don't know where he went now." I've been with him for so many years, I've never seen her like this, I'm so worried......"

Angelica looked at the cinnabar injury like this and still remembered this Wang Jing, frowned and said, "Cinnabar, just now the young master beat you?" ”

Cinnabar paused, but shook his head resolutely: "No, the young master didn't mean it." It was I who went to pull him, and he was careless...... Young master, he won't beat people. ”

Angelica looked at Cinnabar's firm eyes and sighed in his heart.

"We are slaves, even if we catch up with the young master, what can we do? What else could you ask him about what happened? Can you still pull him back? This is the young master's home, and he will always come back. As slaves and maids, as long as we prepare hot tea and water, it is our duty to hand it over when the master needs it, and no matter how much it is...... It's a passover. ”

In the end, it is a relationship of many years, and Angelica doesn't want to see cinnabar go on like this. Although she is not smart, she can also see clearly, if the young master has that kind of meaning for cinnabar, this is naturally the blessing of cinnabar, but the young master does not mean that at all. Cinnabar has always been delusional.

Cinnabar didn't expect Angelica to say this to her so bluntly, she was stunned, Angelica didn't look at Cinnabar, but just recruited the little girl who stood timidly at the door and didn't dare to come in, and asked her to help pay Cinnabar to get up, and then turned around and went out to find medicine for Cinnabar.

After Wang Jing left his courtyard, he did not leave the house, but entered the inner courtyard.

"Where is Mama Zhao?" Wang Jing stopped a maid who came out of the backyard and said expressionlessly.

The maid looked up and saw Wang Jing's expression, and timidly stretched out her hand and pointed in the direction of the kitchen: "Mama Zhao is in the kitchen, looking at Sister-in-law Liu's pickles, saying that she is going to send it to the third lady......"

Wang Jing didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and hurried in the direction of the kitchen. The little maid was stunned, and it took a long time to react, and she ran away like a frightened rabbit.

“…… I brought this pickle jar from my hometown in Shandong. When I said I wanted to take it, the third lady insisted on stopping me, so I quietly hid in the carriage with the clothes and utensils of the slaves and maids, and told the maids to be silent. The third lady didn't know that the sauce in this jar was more than ten years old, and she couldn't buy it outside. You see, now you know I was right, right? After entering Beijing, the third lady can't live without this pickle for breakfast every day, and she can always drink half a bowl of porridge with it......"

Mama Zhao was sitting at the door of the kitchen, smiling and chatting with the kitchen steward.

"Mama." Wang Jing slowly walked up to Mama Zhao and called.

Mama Zhao looked up and saw that Wang Jing was taken aback, and stood up: "Young master, why did you come here, the kitchen is filthy, you can't come, don't get your shoes dirty." ”

"I have something to say to you." Wang Jing's face with the light on his back made it difficult to see the expression.

"You just find someone to come over and call the old slave, why did you come by yourself?" Mama Zhao disagreed, and hurriedly beckoned Wang Jing to go outside.

Wang Jing lowered his head and followed.

Mama Liu, the kitchen manager behind her, whispered to the cook who helped with pickles next to her: "Mama Zhao is really blessed, the third lady and the fifth young master all respect her, and now even the lady looks up to her a few points." If we are slaves can get the attention of the master, it is worth it. ”

The cook nodded yes with a look of envy.

Mama Zhao whispered to Wang Jing while walking, just to ask him how he was doing in the school today. In the past, Wang Jing would always respond to Mama Zhao a few times, but today he didn't say a word.

When Mama Zhao found that something was wrong and turned her head to look at Wang Jing, she found that Wang Jing's face was a little pale, her lips were tightly pursed, and her dark eyes were a little bottomless.

"Young Master, you-" Mama Zhao was startled and called out loud.

Wang Jing was expressionless: "Let's go to the West Chamber to talk." As he spoke, he walked to the West Chamber, where Sanniang originally lived. There is no one living in the West Chamber now, but the Xue family has always had someone to clean it on weekdays.

Mama Zhao looked at Wang Jing's back and was stunned, a little suspicious in her heart, she stood for a while, but she still followed Wang Jing.

When Mama Zhao walked to the West Chamber, Wang Jing had already driven out the maid who was cleaning with a feather duster.

As soon as Mama Zhao walked in, Wang Jing closed the door, and the room was suddenly much darker.

"Young Master, you-" Mama Zhao shouted loudly.

Wang Jing stood in the hall and looked at Mama Zhao for a while, but handed the letter that she had been holding in her hand to Mama Zhao: "This is a letter from the Zhao Mansion in Yanzhou." I thought it was my grandmother who came, but I opened it and looked at it, but it wasn't ......."

Wang Jing's voice was a little dry, which made Mama Zhao a little stunned: "Then, where did that letter come from?" ”

Wang Jing paused for a long time, closed his eyes, but the corners of his mouth hooked up: "This letter is not from my grandmother, but written to you." ”

Mama Zhao seemed to have thought of something when she heard this, and looked at the letter in Wang Jing's hand with horror, as if what Wang Jing was holding in her hand was not a few thin pieces of paper, but the most terrifying existence in the world.

……

The second day was a sunny day, and even so, it was still a cold spring. The sun only shines scattered, and it seems that it only glows, not heats. Fortunately, the wind was not very strong in the morning, and it was estimated that it would be warmer by noon.

Sanniang asked Jiang and the old princess to say goodbye early in the morning, and told the old princess that she was going out. Seeing the post of Prince Li's mansion, the old princess didn't say anything. For a married woman, proper entertainment is necessary.

When she came out of Shouhui Hall, Sanniang was about to meet Aunt Fan who came to the old princess's courtyard.

"Young lady, are you going out?" Seeing Sanniang dressed in formal clothes, Aunt Fan greeted her with a smile.

Sanniang nodded, looking at the maid behind Aunt Fan holding a camphor wood box in her hand, although she was curious, she didn't ask much, she only smiled and said, "Auntie is here to ask the old princess for peace?" ”

Aunt Fan said with a smile: "The concubine is just an aunt, where is she qualified to ask the old princess for peace." Saying that, Aunt Fan pointed to her box and said: "Here are some utensils used to beat the back and activate the meridians, and the concubine is going to dredge the old princess and dredge her muscles and bones, and see if she can relieve the old princess's rheumatism." She is not shy about her identity, and she is generous.

Sanniang saw that it was not too early, so she only said a few words of greeting and left, Aunt Fan lowered her head and avoided the side to let Sanniang go first. (To be continued)