"Daddy wrote it down for you, too." Xu Jingxian said at the right time.

Unexpectedly, when Ming'er heard this, her body shook and leaned towards Ming Rujin's legs, "My mother doesn't want to be Mrs. Anguo, and I won't go to Anguo's Mansion." ”

The county lord of Qingping said that she was the future Mrs. Anguo and would be her own mother in the future, and her father did not refute it, so it was approved.

It seems that this matter is not over yet, Ming Rujin raised his eyebrows and looked at Xu Jingxian, "It's because I'm too anxious." ”

Xu Jingxian immediately understood, although Ming'er was young, she had a delicate heart, presumably in her eyes and in her heart, blaming him.

He settled down and said, "Ming'er, the position of Mrs. Anguo will always belong to your mother." ”

More like a promise.

Ming Rujin's eyelashes trembled, and he sneered, "The emperor's grace is mighty, An Guohou still doesn't want to give me a problem." ”

If this sentence spreads, let alone the county lord of Qingping, I am afraid that more than half of the women in the entire imperial capital will have to be her enemy.

"Jinjin, believe me." Xu Jingxian said hurriedly.

Ming Rujin suddenly remembered that he fell into the valley of the afterlife, and heard him say in a daze: "Jinjin, I'm sorry, I'm late." ”

She shook her head suddenly, not knowing why she had to think of something that was half-asleep and half-awake, "I'm tired, An Guohou, please take care of yourself." ”

As he spoke, he bent down and picked up Ming'er and left.

Xu Jingxian sighed secretly, if it weren't for the fact that he still had something to do at hand, he really wanted to stay here and not leave.

……

The movement on the side of the porcelain kiln is getting bigger and bigger, but every time the porcelain kiln manager comes to say, Ming Bijin is not impressed.

"Steward Qin, you have to know that the people who want to leave can't stay, as long as the porcelain kiln is running normally for one day, then it won't be a problem." Ming Rujin said lazily, "Maybe the steward doesn't know yet, the official family has already been checked, if we hadn't planned earlier, we would have been targeted by now." ”

Ming Rujin didn't lie to this, but Steward Qin only thought that Ming Rujin was bluffing, and he added fuel and vinegar to Mrs. Ming and Ming Ruyu.

"If this continues, there will be no one in our Qin family." Cold sweat trickled down Steward Qin's forehead.

"It's okay, you can go back with peace of mind and take good care of the porcelain kiln."

Mrs. Ming stretched out her hand and asked Grandma next to her to help her draw the most popular and conspicuous Kodan at the moment, and after painting it, she felt that the color was bright, and after admiring it for a while, she asked Grandma to change to a low-key bean paste color.

"Madame!" Steward Qin didn't know why Mrs. Ming was so calm.

"Steward Qin is confused?" Ming Ruyu raised her eyebrows and said, "My mother said, let you go back with peace of mind and take good care of the porcelain kiln." Didn't the eldest lady say that as long as the porcelain kiln does not have problems for a day, it means that it is operating normally. Don't come lately, so as not to disturb the eldest lady's rest. ”

Steward Qin's eyes lit up, and he suddenly understood, and left happily.

Three days later, before Ming Bijin got up, he was woken up by a cacophony of noises.

When he opened the door and saw Steward Qin kneeling in the courtyard, he was clear and clear.

"What's the matter, I remember that today is not the day you sent the list." Ming seemed to be surprised.

"Miss, something happened, something happened." Steward Qin was out of breath, so he was in tears, and anyone who looked at it would be nervous to ask.

But Ming Rujin looked indifferent, "Coriander, serve tea to Steward Qin." ”

"Miss-" Steward Qin didn't understand why Ming Rujin could still be so calm at this time.

There was a big incident in the porcelain kiln, but there were many implications. The supply of the official family, the operation of the porcelain shop, and even the use of the Ming family.

"Steward Qin, take a sip of tea first." Ming Bijin motioned for him to sit on a stool in the courtyard and rest for a while, "Since something has happened, it's not too late, let's take our time." ”

As he spoke, he handed the hot tea brought by the coriander to his hands.

Steward Qin was stunned, although he was pulled up by Mrs. Ming, but Mrs. and Second Miss had never been so kind to him.

The hot tea in the palm of his hand actually removed all the wind and cold he suffered from in the early morning, which made him feel that all this anxiety was not a big deal in the eyes of the eldest lady.

I had already thought in my heart that I could pour beans out at any time and all the words were choked back, and when he finished drinking tea and was about to speak, he found that he had already unknowingly entered the circle of the eldest lady.

Because, he's not nervous anymore.

"Tell me, what's the matter?" Ming Rujin asked lightly.

In fact, she also guessed that either it was a strike, or the amount needed by the official family could not be reached, and someone investigated it.

Steward Qin thought for a while, and said calmly: "Since the first few times I replaced the person with the most defective products, everyone has more or less complained in their hearts, but fortunately, the eldest lady, you have opened the reward system again, and the motivation of the rest of the people can be regarded as keeping up."

It's just that the new people are all novices, and some of the old people who have a very good relationship with the dismissed people start to be angry, for fear that they will be the next person, so they ......"

"Okay, you're like a brocade, you're really a good daughter of my Ming family." A fierce voice came from the gate of Jinse Courtyard, "Are you unwilling if you don't kill the Ming family?" ”

Ming Yijin raised his eyes and saw the mother and daughter entering the door with angry faces.

When Mrs. Ming saw Steward Qin sitting on the stool at the level of Ming Rujin, her pupils shrank slightly, but she still maintained her demeanor.

What's the matter with this Qin steward, obviously he is here to find trouble, why is he still sitting there drinking tea.

Ming Ruyu didn't have the good cultivation of Mrs. Ming, and suddenly glared angrily: "Steward Qin, there is such a big thing in the porcelain kiln, you can still drink tea here safely?" I really don't know whether to live or die. ”

Steward Qin's heart trembled, and he secretly said that it was not good, his legs had already slid off the stool with weakness, and he knelt on the ground with a clatter, and the tea bowl also fell to the ground.

The corners of Ming Rujin's mouth raised slightly, "What do you mean by this, Madam, I am also a member of the Ming family, what good is it for me to kill the Ming family?" And how come I don't know what the second lady said? ”

She knew that this steward and this mother and daughter had long been in cahoots, and she was just waiting to put pressure on herself today to hand over the stewardship.

The other party calculated the time, it stands to reason that Steward Qin has already finished talking about the matter at this time, and she should be panicked.

But I didn't expect that it was just a cup of hot tea, and before the steward finished speaking, the mother and daughter came.

When Mrs. Ming and Ming Ruyu heard this, they both looked at Steward Qin. Could it be that he has been here for so long and has not said anything?

Even so, their preemptive strike, from the moment they entered the door, they fell behind, no matter how you look at it, they are impatient and rush to find trouble.

"Steward Qin." Mrs. Ming's voice grew colder and colder.

The steward only felt that he was being targeted by a cold light, and he didn't even dare to raise his head. Don't look at Mrs. Ming, who is so dignified and noble at all times, and looks like the mother of a big family, but only these people know that if Mrs. Ming is ruthless, she must kill people without seeing blood.

"Miss." The steward screamed bitterly and bowed down: "The porcelain kiln workers are on strike, and no one is going to the kiln today......"