Yu Qing could only explain, "I just received a greeting and asked to pick up my things. The little one went out and came back immediately. It didn't take too long, and it only took a moment. I usually have to go out for a while, and the little one came back immediately. You have to go to the canteen to get food for three meals a day." After saying that, he gestured to the two pairs of cloth shoes in his arms to show that he had indeed received the food.
Wen Xin had been staring at him carefully since he entered the door. At this time, she glanced at the cheap ordinary cloth shoes in his hand, and then looked at his servant's attire, and the suspicion in his bright eyes changed.
Song Pingping glared, "Hey, you still dare to talk back to me?"
Yu Qing was already greeting her mother in her heart, and said hurriedly: "No, no, I don't dare."
Wen Xin quickly pulled off Song Pingping's sleeve and spoke for her, "Inform him to pick up the things. He has to go. He has no choice but to go out for a while." Then he apologized to Yu Qing and said, "It's okay, we I'm just afraid that Zilong will make you uneasy here, so I just came over to check on you. As long as everything is fine, we won't disturb you anymore." After saying this, he bowed slightly to say hello and left.
Yu Qing was slightly startled. This was the first time this woman had said so many words to him. He was a little flattered. He didn't know if it was his own imagination. He felt that the way this woman looked at him was a little different today. He couldn't tell. What is the taste.
Watching Wen Xin leave, he felt a little dissatisfied in his heart. He wished he could be with her day and night. It was too unpleasant to say goodbye in a hurry, not to mention that he couldn't even say anything.
The third lady all left in a hurry, and Song Pingping and Xiaohong had no choice but to follow them.
"Take care of it. If anything goes wrong, you can't afford it!" Song Pingping gave Yu Qing a stern warning before leaving.
The beauty disappeared, and Yu Qing looked at the shoes in his hands, "Oh!" He sighed softly, thinking that even if he had the chance to speak, he probably wouldn't know what to say.
The difference in status between the two was too great. What else could he do besides being filled with melancholy and close the door?
When I returned to the bedroom, I put down my shoes, and when I saw the scratch paper I had used to practice writing, I realized that I had been negligent and left without packing it up. You must know that these words did not match the words on the delivery booklet.
He was a little worried that the three women might have seen him just now. He really didn't expect that the three women would arrive just a short time after leaving. The point is that after discovering that the people who came here were all servants, he also Not so nervous anymore. After all, not everyone can appreciate his magnificence in the capital.
But after thinking about it, I felt relieved. First of all, people might not see it. Even if they did, so what. What could these three women think of after seeing it?
The scrap paper was gathered up, rolled into a twist and twisted, ready to be thrown away with the trash...
"Xin'er, why are you walking so fast? I'm worried about Zilong. It's you who wants to come and take a look, but you're the one who's eager to leave without even looking at me."
Song Pingping caught up with Wen Xin who left in a hurry and complained about her dissatisfaction.
"I felt relieved when I saw that Zilong was fine. There was no need to stay there." Wen Xin explained forcefully, feeling that her hands holding the ball of paper were almost sweating.
At this age, some ethics have been deeply rooted in her bones, and she never dreamed that she would accidentally steal other people's things.
It was indeed an accident. She just took it for a look, and forgot to put it down when Xiaohong called her out. When she realized what she was doing, the owner had come back, and she was too embarrassed to take it out again. Not to mention how guilty she felt at this time.
The thought of stealing something from a strange man's bedroom made my ears feel hot.
What’s even more unsettling is that she doesn’t know if the owner will find that her drafts are missing when she looks back, or if she will suspect that she stole them.
Now that things have come to this, she can only comfort herself. Logically speaking, no one would count how many pieces of draft paper she has written, right?
She knew that the best way was to honestly admit her mistake and return it to the person. Even if it was a little awkward at the time, her two companions would help explain.
But she felt like she had discovered something, but somehow she failed to hand it over and became a Huiya thief.
"Huh, if I had known I wouldn't have run around with you." Song Pingping curled her lips to express her dissatisfaction. Suddenly seeing Wen Xin's blushing face, she was surprised and said: "Xin'er, what's wrong with you? Why are you so red? not comfortable?"
Hearing this, Xiaohong immediately ran closer and asked, "Hey, are you feeling unwell, Miss?"
Wen Xin said hurriedly: "No, no."
Song Pingping immediately stretched out her hand, grabbed Wen Xin's wrist, and was about to feel her pulse.
Wen Xin was almost frightened out of her wits. The paper ball was in her hand. In desperation, she hurriedly pulled her hand away. After retracting her hand, she hurriedly found an excuse and said, "It's okay. I just squatted for a while and got up too fast."
"I'll show it to you without delaying anything."
"No, it's okay."
"Xin'er, your face is turning red and white. Don't scare me."
"Sister Pingping, please, I'm really fine."
"Oh, you feel weird."
"Alas!" Wen Xin sighed helplessly, realizing that this man really couldn't do anything wrong.
When the group returned to Yuyuan, Xiaohong saw Wen Xin leaving them and left, and immediately shouted: "Miss, where are you going? We are going to the patriarch's place for dinner soon. Please wash your face first."
"No more washing."
After saying nothing, Wen Xin quickly walked into the study, closed the door with a creak, leaned against the door and held her chest, exhaling a long breath, finally getting out of her nervousness.
Song Pingping and Xiaohong looked at each other outside.
"Your young lady is a bit weird. She must be hiding something from us." Song Pingping snorted dissatisfied.
Wen Xin, who was in the study, listened to what was going on outside, gently bolted the door, then showed the ball of paper in her hand that was damp with sweat from her palms. She walked to the desk and spread it out on the table. After wiping it several times, it was still wrinkled. Finally, I pressed it with a paperweight and managed to smooth it out.
Then he walked to the bookshelf, took out the metal cylinder, opened it, and pulled out the authentic calligraphy of Tan Hwa Lang, which he bought for more than one million taels of silver.
The original handwriting was spread out next to the wrinkled draft paper. When the handwriting on both sides was compared, the look of surprise in his eyes became more and more inexplicable.
Later, I found several identical words. After folding the words one by one and comparing them together, my eyes gradually showed horror, and I began to mutter to myself, "How is this possible? How is this possible? It's impossible..."
I thought it was similar when I was in the junkyard, but I realized at a glance that Shen Yun is very similar.
Although she had only been exposed to Tan Hwa Lang's original works for a short time, she had truly appreciated them. The charm in the words, the restrained wildness and aura gave people a very special feeling.
This is also the reason why she can be touched at a glance in the utility room. A person's handwriting is easy to imitate, but the charm is rare.
At this time, the comparison result of the same characters is that the handwriting form and charm are exactly the same.
How could she not be shocked?
Again, the charm in the character Tanhwarang is very special. It can be understood if someone imitates the font or handwriting. How could the charm be similar?
Could it be that they are written by the same person?
She couldn't help but shake her head, and couldn't help but silently deny, how could Tanhua Lang, who was so talented and famous all over the world, work as a servant in the Wen Mansion? It was absolutely impossible, how could she just get the authentic work of Tanhua Lang, and then... Meeting Tan Hwa Lang himself was such a coincidence.
But after her eyes fell on the two words, her expression was full of confusion, and she murmured, "Why are they so similar? Is it because my eyesight is not good?"
I don’t know how long I was stunned. Anyway, I couldn’t read the words clearly without lighting the lamp in the study. Xiao Hong’s voice suddenly came from outside, “Miss, it’s time to go. We can’t let the clan leader wait for you.”
Wen Xin woke up and replied, "Okay."
His eyes fell on the two pieces of paper, he hesitated for a while, and finally simply stacked them together, rolled them together and put them into a metal cylinder.
When I opened the study door and came out, it was already half dark outside.
The three of them rushed to the main courtyard where the clan leader lived.
On the way, Wen Xin suddenly said: "Xiaohong, when Manager Feng didn't let Niu Youqing come to the inner courtyard to feed the purple dragon, did he say that Niu Youqing just got worried?"
Xiao Hong: "Yeah, you can't blame Shopkeeper Feng for this. It's really the rules of Wen Mansion. Newcomers are not allowed to enter the inner courtyard, and they are not allowed to contact important people and things. They can only work as errands in the outer courtyard."
Wen Xin: "In other words, he was not a servant of Wen Mansion before?"
Xiaohong: "They must have been recruited a few days ago. The big festival is coming soon, and the government has allocated a lot of people to work. There is a shortage of people at home, so the recruitment notice was posted a few days ago."
Wen Xin nodded slightly thoughtfully.
Song Pingping: "Why don't you just let him look after Zilong? Don't worry, nothing will happen. If he dares to mess around, see how I deal with him."
The three of them talked all the way to the main courtyard of the inner house, where the head of the family lived.
After arriving, Song Pingping and Xiaohong did not accompany Wen Xin. They went to the side courtyard where they had their own place to eat and drink. This was not their first time there.
Wen Xin went to visit his grandfather, and then accompanied him to the restaurant for dinner.
At the dinner table, just the grandfather and grandson sat and shared a meal, which was quite deserted.
At Wen Qian's level, most of the Wen Mansion's social activities no longer require his presence in person, and the only person who can sit and dine with him every day at home is his granddaughter who he has brought up since childhood.
It's not that no one is with him at home, it's just that he doesn't like it.
It is said that a relationship separated by another generation is divided into people, and the one who is married is also young, weak and innocent. People who are in charge of their lives do not want to see impure-minded descendants causing trouble.
Today, Wen Xin ate in silence, mostly distracted.
It was Wen Qian who took the initiative to break the silence and said with a smile: "Xin'er, is there anything new you want to tell grandpa today?"
Wen Xin said "hmm" and mumbled in a daze, obviously still distracted.
Wen Qian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She knocked on the table and said, "The food is almost going up your nostrils."
"Ah?" Wen Xin looked at him awake and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"
Wen Qian asked back: "You haven't been this stupid in a long time. What are you thinking about?"
"Huh?" Wen Xin was stunned for a moment and asked, "Grandpa, where is fifth brother? Didn't I say that I would come over for dinner and have a drink with you?"
"I don't have time today. I have to pay a visit to my relatives from the side branch. I'm probably having a drink with my future father-in-law at his future father-in-law's house."
"Fifth brother isn't coming back today?"
"Nonsense, you haven't gotten married yet, how can you spend the night at someone else's house? Our family doesn't even have this kind of tutoring? I will definitely come back later."
"Grandpa, I didn't mean that."
"You were absent-minded today. You wouldn't say you were thinking about your fifth brother, right?"
"I have something to ask Brother Five."
"Look, if he comes back early, I will let him know to find you. Eat well now, and the girl's family must look like a girl's family."
