Back at the Sheng Family Embroidery Building, Sheng Yun went to the west room where Sheng Yan lived, Sheng Yan's personal maid Honglian blocked her to death, and said with a defensive face, "My girl is sick and can't see anyone, if the eldest girl has anything to do, she might as well go to Madame, it's the same." ”

Sheng Yun crossed the red lotus, looked at the west room through the swallow carving on the bed, and the expression on her face was bright, after a long time, she sighed in her heart, turned around and left, as if she had repaid the nurturing grace of these years.

The dowry and sedan chair of Jiangfu were just arriving, Sheng Yun was served by Mrs. Sheng from the outside of the grandmother, slightly painted eyebrows, black hair raised high, hairpin with a tender red camellia, wearing a waist pink skirt appeared in the hall.

Master Sheng went outside the city to collect the accounts, only Mrs. Sheng sent her out, she stroked her hair bun, and said as if it was true or false, "You have been smart since you were a child, and your mother has always been at ease with you, and in the future, after your mother enters the door, you will add a son and a half daughter to Jiang Shilang, and life will not be too bad." ”

Sheng Yun looked at Mrs. Sheng's smile before she could reach the bottom of her eyes, responded lightly, and walked out.

Before going out, she glanced back again, the hall was sparsely populated, Sheng Yan did not appear from beginning to end, Mrs. Sheng really protected her thoroughly.

At this moment, Sheng Yun was completely chilled by Mrs. Sheng and Sheng Yan.

Jiangfu is quite far away from Jinxiang Road, and when it was dark, Sheng Yun took a small sedan chair from the side gate of Jiangfu into the Songfeng Courtyard across the courtyard.

Qingxing helped Sheng Yun get off the sedan chair, and immediately a maidservant walked down the steps quickly and said "Aunt Sheng".

Sheng Yun frowned.

The maidservant girl at the head said softly, "Slave and maid soft bamboo, the two of them called crepe yarn and pile up fog, and they were sent by adults to serve Aunt Sheng." ”

As he spoke, he led Sheng Yun inside.

The cross-courtyard is a bright and two dark layout, facing north and south, with two ear rooms on the left and right, the middle bright room is the place to meet guests, the east room is the bedroom, the west house is temporarily empty, the ear room lives on the side of the soft bamboo three people, and the other side is used as a warehouse.

The layout of the house is according to Jiang Qing's preferences, dignified and simple, and even the curtains are dark cyan.

After Sheng Yun finished bathing, he sat on the bed, as if surrounded by Jiang Qing's breath.

She was so uncomfortable that she was about to get up and go to the window to take a breath, when a soft bamboo voice suddenly came from outside, "I've seen adults." ”

An indifferent "um" sounded with the sound of the curtain cracking, and Jiang Qing's tall figure appeared in the bedroom.

Sheng Yun raised his head, only to see Jiang Qing's sharp eyes looking at her, he had a very heavy dampness on his body, which was becoming more and more oppressive.

Sheng Yun's fingertips clutching the edge of the round table were a little white, his eyes were swaying, and he got up and called, "Lord Jiang." ”

Jiang Qing approached, his tall body was covered with a dark color, with candlelight on his back, with thousands of coercion, he walked towards her step by step, until Sheng Yun's petite body was all shrouded in shadows, and he said with a little lightness, "Lord Jiang? Isn't the title of Grand Girl a little raw? ”

He leaned too close, Sheng Yun's whole body stiffened, she held her breath, lowered her head and slowly stepped back, and when she reached a safe distance, she raised her head again, trying to plead, "Sheng Yun knows that he is mediocre in appearance, has a weak temperament, and is not good at talent, so he is really not worthy of serving Lord Jiang, and begging the Lord to let me go." ”

Jiang Qing sneered when he heard her say this, and stepped forward, his slender fingers held her white and tender chin, and he lowered his head and asked almost face-to-face, "Do you remember what I told you in the rockery?" ”

——I, Jiang Qing, have never been a person who does not ask for anything in return.