Heartfelt praise is more pleasant than hypocritical flattery, and the Qingdao elders have slightly raised their sideburns and smiles. Then he squinted his eyes and urged Rong Jiangchen: "The way Rong Sheng has helped you think about it, it's up to you how to do it." The head of the family entrusts the entire Rong family to you, and orders me to wait for a few assistants, and you must not live up to the trust that the head of the family has placed in you. ”

Rong Jiangchen's gloomy side face stretched into a cold line, and he quietly gritted his teeth. Elder Qingdao's words are interesting, saying that a good thing is an assistant, and a bad one is a check and balance. Qingyi really wanted to hand over the Rong family to him, how could he let the elders get involved in making decisions? He was a puppet at the mercy of others.

"Okay, I'll send someone. His mouth was as Qingdao Elder intended, but he secretly made a note in his heart. Suddenly, he remembered the batch of mourning clothes purchased by Rong Caiwei, and said with a smile: "Rong Sheng, don't you want to pay a good tribute to Mrs. Rong? Don't lose your courtesy, I'll send you a set of mourning clothes when you go back." ”

If he is not given a chance to die, where will he get the trick to drive their family out of the house?

Rong Sheng's beautiful eyes flowed, taking in the ruthlessness in Rong Jiangchen's expression. "Okay, thank you, uncle. ”

And in the remote West Courtyard, Rong Caiwei was furious, "What is this called a dish? Su Cheng is like this, feed the dog? No matter how down-and-out I Rong Caiwei is, I am still Miss Yan, and my name is still on the family tree, you dogs look down on people's cheap servants." ”

Chunyue trembled and didn't dare to come forward to serve, since the death of Qiu Cicada, Miss Caiwei's temper is getting worse and worse, and she will beat and scold them if she is a little uncomfortable, at first she was complacent and thought that she had followed a good-hearted master, but later found that the so-called good is pretended, and after a long time, Miss Caiwei is too lazy to act, and her vicious intentions are naturally exposed.

"What are you still stunned for? My words don't work, can't you be moved?" Rong Caiwei twisted Chunyue's ears and turned, feeling that the reprimand was not enough, she dragged her hair against her head and hit the wall, "You look down on me!"

Chunyue is a slave, and she can't resist Rong Caiwei's abuse, so she has to beg bitterly. "Miss, the slave doesn't, no!"

She couldn't resist Rong Caiwei's methods, and soon her vision was blurred and her head was dizzy.

Rong Caiwei was not soft because of her plea for mercy, on the contrary, when she heard her screams of pain, her crazy heart was extremely happy, and the strength in her hands continued to increase, venting all the humiliation suffered by Rong Sheng.

"Miss, the slave is wrong, don't fight. A trail of blood trickled down from the redness and swelling of Harutsuki's forehead.

Maybe Rong Caiwei was tired, smelled blood and dirty, suddenly let go of her, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, "Go, change the dishes for me." ”

Chunyue lay on her stomach in a regular manner, burying her head very low, "These dishes were sent by Master Rong to the slaves, and the slaves and maids were soft-spoken, and they had no right to let them change them, they said, ......"

"What are you talking about?" Rong Caiwei squeezed the handkerchief.

Chunyue shook her head and relayed the original words: "Miss has thought about it, only this kind of food, if there is a problem, go to the master!"

Rong Caiwei clenched her handkerchief, her angry facial features distorted in disguise, "In the past, I was not bad for them, and I lived in a north courtyard and fell into a well and fell into a stone to ...... me" The vicious eyes swept over the spring moon, and he raised his hand to teach a lesson, when an inappropriate voice came from outside the door.

"Miss Caiwei, are you there?" the familiar voice was Steward Mao.

She reversed her five fingers, removed her cruel complexion, smiled kindly, and helped Chunyue, "Let's get up first." ”

Chunyue's right arm touched by Rong Caiwei kept trembling, her left hand clasped her right palm and tried her best to hide it, she bit her white lip, and a pair of black cloth boots stepped in along the threshold.

Steward Mao didn't know if he didn't look at it, but at a closer look, Chunyue's face was blue and purple, which was very terrifying, how could he still have half a point of handsome appearance before? While pitying her, he had quite objections to Rong Caiwei's private punishment.

Rong Caiwei knew that Steward Mao had a good impression of the maid Chunyue, and the change in her expression should be that she was moved by compassion for Chunyue and cherished the jade, and smiled complicatedly, "Steward Mao's heart is as careful as dust, and he cares for the maid in the house." ”

The family rules of the Rongfu are strict, prohibiting private giving and receiving, and those who really have two feelings can ask the head of the family to marry each other with the truth.

Chunyue's appearance is considered to be the best among the maidservants, and the people who care about her in the Mao housekeeper like her even more. At this moment, she was tortured, she had no appearance, no one was a ghost, and his little desire to marry had disappeared, for fear that Rong Caiwei would misunderstand, so she was anxious to clear up the relationship and make her intentions clear.

"Miss Cai Wei, the elder ordered me to ask what you did last night?"

Rong Caiwei, who was weak-hearted, was out of proportion: "They suspected me when you were specially asked to ask?" Thinking that Jiang Wan was gone, she lived in the North Courtyard, and these headaches could be over.

Steward Mao took his index finger and pestled the tip of his nose, raised his eyebrows and made his eyes, showing off his sales.

Rong Caiwei understood, and hooked her hand towards Chunyue, "Take the silver." When Chunyue was served, she put all the silver bags in the hands of Steward Mao.

Steward Mao weighed the weight of the money bag and smiled knowingly, "Miss Xie Caiwei's reward." Today, Miss Rong Sheng told the elder that her door was locked before the fire broke out in the West Courtyard, saying that the purpose of burning the West Courtyard was to burn her, and the only person in the house who couldn't get along with her was the master, you. The lord uses his reputation as a guarantee, and the elder will let people check on you first. ”

"It's her again!" Rong Caiwei was so angry that she was smoking, she lived in the desolate place of the North Courtyard, Rong Sheng was still stubborn, since Rong Sheng wanted to fight, she would accompany her to the end!

"Steward Mao, last night Jiang Wan said that it was difficult to fall asleep in the bed, and asked me to accompany her for a walk. I was too lazy to move after dinner, so I refused Jiang Wan's invitation and found a script in the house to make jokes. This was originally taken by Chunyue, if you don't believe it, you ask her. ”

Harutsuki nodded. "Hmm. ”

Steward Mao took down Rong Caiwei's testimony and reminded her: "Chunyue is your handmaiden, and her words are not convincing. ”

"I know that the troublesome housekeeper reported it truthfully. ”

"Okay. Disturbing Miss Caiwei's rest, I will step back, and if I have any other questions, I will come again. ”

After seeing Steward Mao leave, Rong Caiwei took out the mourning clothes from the box and handed them to Chunyue, "If you guess correctly, Daddy sent Rong Sheng an identical one, be sure to change it while she is not paying attention." ”