The marks on Hua Rong's body looked hideous and terrifying, but in fact, the injury was not very serious, and after cleaning up and applying ointment, Hua Rong went to Ningxin Courtyard.

The old lady had already rested after dinner, and when she heard that she was wounded, she was let into the house.

"How did you hurt like this?"

The old lady spoke softly, with concern, and sat at the head of the bed with her hair on, very loving and peaceful, and did not feel that the flowers had fallen out of favor.

When Hua Rong came, she had already guessed that the old lady would not let herself go easily, and she was still disappointed when she heard it with her own ears.

However, she didn't show it, she lowered her head to look at the shadow she cast on the ground, and said in a dumb voice: "The third young master took the slave maid to visit the garment shop and jewelry shop, and happened to hear that King Heng returned to Beijing with the princess, and after returning home, he learned that the slave maid was good at making a claim and sent it to the wind, so he asked the slave and maid to go back to Ningxin Courtyard. ”

The old lady's Buddha beads have always been inseparable from her body, and she is still habitually playing when she speaks, and the flowery voice falls, and the oily and moist Buddha beads also stop at the old lady's old fingertips.

The old lady looked at Hua Rong fixedly for a while, and said with pity, "Good boy, you have suffered, that bastard is talking angrily, don't take it to heart, with me, he doesn't dare to do anything to you." ”

In addition to verbal comfort, the old lady also took a cloisonné enamel hairpin from her makeup box and gave it to Hua Rong.

The box was not filled with ordinary products, and even the ladies and ladies in the house had not received it.

The reward is heavy, but the flowers have no waves.

Jiang Yunhua now regards her as a thorn in the flesh, but the old lady wants her to continue to stay in the Star Ruling Academy, the grandparents and grandchildren are secretly competing, and she will only suffer in the end.

But she is just an insignificant minion, and she has no right to refuse.

——

Jiang Yunhua was drunk and unconscious last night, and was only carried back by Xiao Wu and them in the middle of the night.

When he woke up and saw Hua Rong on the second day, his face immediately sank, and his eyebrows and eyes were dyed with anger: "Didn't you let you go, who told you to pestle here?" ”

"The slave and maid have nowhere to go, please don't drive the slave and maid away."

After one night, Hua Rong's voice became even more hoarse, and her face was as white as a ghost.

Jiang Yunhua sneered: "Why, knowing that scratching your head and making gestures doesn't work, you start to use bitter meat tricks?" ”

With the crime of bullying the master, no matter what Hua Rong does now, Jiang Yunqi will feel that it is her scheming.

Hua Rong didn't defend herself, and said earnestly: "I beg the young master to give the slave another chance." ”

Jiang Yunhua naturally couldn't give Hua Rong a chance.

He shouted: "Come on, throw her out for me, whoever dares to let her step here one more step will get out with her!" ”

"The young master doesn't let the slave and maid step into the Zhixing Courtyard, the slave and maid are standing at the gate of the courtyard, if this is not the case, the slave and maid will go to the gate of the house to stand, as long as the slave and maid still have a breath, you can always wait until the young master forgives the slave and maid."

Is this going to live longer than any of them?

Jiang Yunhua laughed angrily, he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, since you want to stay so much, the young master will fulfill you!" ”

——

After three watches, Huarong finally finished washing clothes.

What she washed was not Jiang Yunhua's clothes, but the clothes of those small servants in the Star Academy.

Jiang Yunhua didn't need her to serve, she wanted to stay, so she could only serve these people.

After drying the clothes and returning to the room, Caidie sat up from the quilt, handed her a steamed bun, and said guiltily: "Sister Huarong, I'm sorry, if I hadn't said that I missed my mouth, you wouldn't have become what you are now." ”

The steamed buns have long been cold, and they are hard like cotton wool.

Hua Rong chewed hard and swallowed, and said lightly: "You are not sorry for me, you and I are both doing things with money, and it is good that you have not exposed me to the young master." ”