Wen Ying's body was thin, and she looked particularly pitiful in the late autumn wind, Lu Congyi's hand was clenched tightly, and the bone joints made a sound.

Wen Ying has already spoken, she can no longer be timid, they are subordinates, swaying is a big taboo, she knocked her head on the ground again, not daring to see how the eldest prince reacted.

The silence at that time made the time seem extraordinarily long, and when Wen Ying couldn't control her body trembling, there was finally a distant footstep in her ears, and along with it, there was also a sentence that the eldest prince could not distinguish his emotions: "Whatever you want." ”

Wen Ying raised her head timidly, and saw his figure slowly moving away, her body seemed to be out of strength, and asked her to sit directly on the ground, she reached out and stroked her chest that was undulating due to wheezing, and eased it for a long time, before rubbing the cold sweat on her palms at the corner of her skirt, standing up with trembling legs, and staggering back.

Wen Ying only felt that her heart was unprecedentedly relaxed, that is, even the steps back were much brisker, but when she passed by the pond in Fushang, she heard the sad cry of the woman.

She subconsciously turned her head, so that she could not die and looked at the person - it was Wen Lian, who was crying with makeup.

At first glance, Wen Ying turned her face away in embarrassment, and her steps did not stop, but Wen Pian called her at the top of her voice: "Wen Ying, stop!" ”

Wen Ying secretly said that it was not good, and her steps were faster, but she didn't know if Wen Lian was stimulated by the second son and lost her mind, so she rushed over and grabbed her wrist in a few steps.

"You're right? Just your mouth, you arrange me in front of the second son! ”

Wen Lian roared in a low voice, and grabbed her hand upward, eager to scratch Wen Ying's face.

Her eyes were full of hatred now, and in this dark night, with the makeup on her face, it looked particularly terrifying.

Wen Ying suppressed the lightness in her heart, and while avoiding her movements, she was anxious to leave: "What nonsense are you talking about, don't be angry with the second son, so you will sprinkle it on me." ”

Wen Lian was dazzled by crying, Wen Ying took the opportunity to push her directly and staggered, and hurriedly pulled away.

This fall made Wen Lian fall a lot more sober, and she realized it later, why did Wen Ying know that she was angry with her second son?

Wen Ying, who left early, didn't know what Wen Lian thought in her heart, but after that, Wen Lian was sick at home for three days, that is, at noon in Mama Xin's house to learn the rules, Wen Lian didn't go.

Wen Ying didn't have the heart to care about her, but after learning the rules on the third day, Mama Xin left her alone.

Mama Xin looked her up and down, and only spoke after a while: "After studying in the past few days, the four of you, my favorite is you." ”

Wen Ying sighed in her heart, lowered her head, and stumbled: "The slave knows that she is stupid, and she can't afford to be praised by her grandmother." ”

Mama Xin raised her hand and interrupted her words: "I will personally reply to Madame, you follow us back to the Houfu Mansion, don't worry that your Madam will stop you." ”

As she spoke, she took a sip of tea, as if she was waiting for Wen Ying's face to show joy.

Unexpectedly, the blood on Wen Ying's face quickly faded, and she pulled the corners of her lips: "Mama, don't make fun of the slave." ”

Mama Xin raised her eyebrows, took Wen Ying's reaction in her heart, and didn't care whether the little maid was willing or not, and said directly: "Okay, don't talk about these useless things, with this kung fu, go back and pack up your things." ”

Mama Xin kicked her out without being salty, Wen Ying panicked, her anxious brain was buzzing, and she ran to the outer courtyard in a panic.

But at this moment, Mother Qian called her: "Wen Ying, Mrs. called you." ”

The blood around her body seemed to flow backwards, and Wen Ying held her breath in her heart, choking her uncomfortably.

Her hands clenched tightly and tightly, and her lips bit painfully, but after all, she could only endure the panic in her heart.

She turned around and looked at Mother Qian's unkind face urging herself, and reluctantly followed her into the house.

Wen Ying's flustered figure happened to fall in the eyes of Lu Congyuan outside the courtyard, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and Lu Congjing on his side noticed his abnormality, and looked at his line of sight, but saw nothing.

"What's wrong, big brother?"

Lu Congyuan withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his lips hooked up a playful smile for a moment, and he opened his mouth with great interest: "It's been a long time since I went to see Zhang." ”

Lu Congjing hesitated a little, and before he could speak, Lu Congyuan stopped caring about him, raised his legs and walked towards Mrs. Zhang's courtyard.

There was sandalwood smoked in the lady's room, and when she went in to smoke it, Wen Ying's brain hurt, only to see Wen Lian proudly hammering her shoulders to her face, while the lady frowned, and her mood was obviously not good.

"Get on your knees!"

Mother Qian scolded, Wen Ying's frightened heart trembled, she was a little dazed, but she turned her head to look at the three people in the room, and could only kneel down in a muffled voice.

At this moment, the lady slowly opened her eyes, but there was a deep disgust in her eyes: "Wen Lian, repeat what you just said." ”

"Yes."

Wen Lianjiao replied with a twisting voice, and then said in a voice that everyone in the room could hear: "Wen Ying often runs out at night, and the slave maid also saw her blood-stained bottoms a few days ago, and the slave maid thinks——"

"Wen Ying has already had a head and tail with people who are not clean, if Mrs. doesn't believe it, ask Mrs. Chen to give her a physical examination, and you will know at a glance."