An Sheng raised his face in surprise: "You mean this is hedgehog meat?" ”

Changjing couldn't help laughing: "But no, Second Miss, don't you know, the hedgehog used salt water and yellow mud, boiled it on it, and threw it directly into the stove, and when the yellow mud was dried and peeled off, even the thorns and skin fell off." There was a strong fragrance, and even the slaves and maids couldn't help but salivate. ”

She stared at An Sheng, but An Sheng was surprised and regretful: "I didn't know that hedgehog meat was so delicious." I knew that all the litters would be served that day, and there was not a single one left along with the big one. ”

Changjing was a little disappointed: "Second Miss has raised it for so long, don't you feel very sad and angry?" Are you really willing to eat it? How can you be so ruthless? ”

An Sheng said nonchalantly: "The Buddha is compassionate and compassionate, and he still allows the consumption of three pure meats, is this called cruelty for me?" It is your master and servant who really create the karma of killing. Go back, don't forget to tell your master, this hedgehog is a psychic white fairy, you can't kill it, if you get popularity, you will definitely come back to the devil. You have created karma. ”

Snakes, rats, weasels, hedgehogs and foxes are called the "Five Immortals", which are to protect the safety of the family. No matter who sees it, they can't kill it, especially hedgehogs, which are the most abrasive. An Sheng's words are not groundless.

Changjing was also a little superstitious in her heart, and after adding fuel and vinegar, seeing that An Sheng did not have the slightest anger, she knew that Xia Ziwu's move was in vain, so she snorted coldly and turned back.

An Sheng and Dragon Boat stayed in the courtyard, both a little silent.

An Sheng wanted to continue to disguise, unwilling to be laughed at by Xia Ziwu's people, but after all, he couldn't do anything, clenched his knees gloomily, and felt as if all the strength in his body had been withdrawn.

Dragon Boat Festival suddenly knelt down straight to An Sheng, and sobbed: "Miss forgive the sin, it is the slave who deserves to die, and the rice ball was captured by the slave and handed over to Changjing." But the slaves really didn't know that they had such an idea. ”

An Sheng sighed leisurely: "Seeing that your face is full of unbearable, you know that you are different from that Changjing, and your heart is good." ”

"Miss, the slave knows that she is wrong."

How could An Sheng not know Xia Ziwu's intentions? She did this not simply to block her heart, but to deliberately make herself angry, and then act impulsively as she did before, giving Xue an excuse to punish herself.

And if they are embarrassed for the Dragon Boat Festival, they also happen to fall into their divisive plan, they see that they get along well with the Dragon Boat Festival, and they wish that the two of them would be upset and turn against each other. How could you fall into their trap so easily?

An Sheng just smiled slightly: "Dragon Boat Festival, do you believe it?" Good and evil are rewarded, there is cause and effect, this person has done too many bad things, and he will always settle it on her head one by one. Even if it's not the present life, there is an afterlife. To be a human being, you must be worthy of your conscience. I believe that although you were sent to me by the third miss, you are not the same person as them. You're caught between the two of us, and you're embarrassed. ”

An Sheng said this, which made the Dragon Boat Festival even more embarrassed: "The slave maid really just wants to keep to herself, just serve the young lady, the slave maid ......"

An Sheng waved his hand and interrupted her: "You don't have to feel too guilty and blame yourself, it's just that my master has no ability to protect you." ”

The essence of the Dragon Boat Festival is good, loyal and simple, but I just want to make a person who is opposed to his position loyal to himself, and it is not an overnight thing. Unless, she Xia Ansheng can have the ability to cover her minions, where will anyone die for herself?

After today's incident, I believe that in the future, Xia Ziwu will tell her to do anything to hurt herself, and she will think twice.

She stood up, still smiling lonely, and returned to her room gloomily: "This matter has passed like this, and there is no need to mention it in the future." ”

The Dragon Boat Festival behind him let out a low "um".

It seems that the matter has really passed so easily, and An Sheng pretended not to pursue it lightly, but he couldn't get over this hurdle in his heart, and planned to try it out.

Xia Ziwu likes to eat hanging pots, and almost everyone in the house knows it. Even in summer, when the heat of the day is eliminated at night, she likes to eat with relish on the stone table in the courtyard, a hanging pot, sweating profusely.

In the autumn of these days, the crabs are fat, she has eaten the crabs for several days, the stomach is cold, and she feels uncomfortable, so she ordered the kitchen early in the evening to eat a whole hanging pot.

Changjing lit the charcoal fire under the hanging pot, and the flames licked the bottom of the pot, exhaling an unpleasant smell.

Xia Ziwu sat down and immediately covered her mouth and nose: "Why does this hanging pot taste so strange today?" A fishy smell. ”

Changjing also sniffed and said suspiciously: "It doesn't seem to be the smell of a hanging pot, right?" Feel like it's a damp charcoal fire? Or maybe there's something on the bottom of the hanging pot? ”

Xia Ziwu lowered her head and glanced at it: "It's so burning, where does it seem to be damp?" But it seems that the smell of the charcoal fire is unpleasant. ”

Changjing nodded: "Do you need a slave to change the stove again?" ”

Xia Ziwu shook her head: "Forget it, just cover the lid and don't affect the taste of the hanging pot, and take the charcoal stove away when it boils." ”

The hanging pot was originally boiled in the kitchen, but after a moment's effort, it had already boiled, and the milky white soup was tumbling with the green leaves, which was mouth-watering.

Changjing stepped forward, put a veil, removed the charcoal stove below, threw it aside and poured it out, and ignored it.

Xia Ziwu concentrated on picking out the ingredients she liked in the pot to eat, which was particularly comfortable.

It was getting late, Changjing lit a lantern in the yard, and the cool breeze came, which was indeed much more comfortable than in the boudoir.

Suddenly, Xia Ziwu felt something on the surface of her feet that seemed to be slowly squirming. She casually lifted her foot, and a black shadow "swished" and jumped down from her feet and jumped away.

Xia Ziwu stood up from her seat and asked in horror, "What is it?" ”

Changjing looked around with a lantern, and also screamed irrepressibly: "Mouse! Lots of rats! ”

This exclamation didn't matter, and there were black shadows scurrying around in the yard, all of which were rats of all sizes, about a dozen.

At this moment, the two of them were all instantly dissipated, and they exclaimed again and again, and Xia Ziwu jumped directly onto the stone table. Then she accidentally knocked over the hanging pot on the table, and there was still some hot soup spilled directly on the surface of her feet.

For a while, the courtyard was like a ghost crying wolf, which naturally alarmed other people in the house, and they flocked to it, and they were shocked to see this situation.

There are naturally rats in the household, and Xia Mansion is no exception, although it is a green brick mandi, in the kitchen, in the warehouse, the rats are also in groups of three or five, noisy. But it was the first time that so many rats had gathered together, and everyone had seen each other.

Moreover, as the saying goes, "timid as a mouse", rats will scatter in fright when they see people, but although these rats are panicked, they have been fleeing in the yard like headless flies, as if they are reluctant to leave.

After everyone was stunned, they picked up what they had at hand and beat them, and the rats scattered and fled.

Standing on the stone table, Xia Ziwu, who was frightened for a while, felt a hot pain in her feet, and cried and screamed to find a doctor, and found that her feet were already hot and red.

Everyone scattered in all directions, and it was inevitable that there would be a whisper behind them. Naturally, there is that superstitious one, and from this strange thing I thought of Xia Ziwu's burning of rice balls, and I carefully put it forward, and it was immediately recognized by everyone.

The matter quickly spread in the mansion, and the eyewitnesses exaggerated with added fuel and vinegar, which made everyone in the mansion say that Xia Ziwu had offended the spiritual creature, so this strange vision was born.

The Dragon Boat Festival naturally heard about this incident quickly, and remembered that it also had its own share of guilt, which was somewhat uneasy.

When she was serving Xia Ziwu, she was not as ruthless as Changjing, and she had a ruthless idea, she could often please Xia Ziwu, she was ostracized everywhere, and she would be beaten and scolded.

Xia Ziwu sent her to An Sheng, because she had the idea of putting her hand next to An Sheng, and told her in advance that if there was any trouble here, she would report it to her immediately.

She thought that she would definitely not be treated by An Sheng, but she didn't expect An Sheng to be kind to her, and even cared a little about her, which made the scale in her heart start to sway up and down.

And because he did something wrong, he began to panic, thought about it, and was slightly convinced by Ansheng's "good and evil are rewarded", and served more and more carefully.