As soon as he said this, Lu Congjing immediately let go of Wen Ying's hand: "Brother, what are you talking about?"
Wenying retracted her hand in embarrassment and pinched the cake in her hand helplessly. She could neither advance nor retreat for a moment.
She felt aggrieved. She didn't know why she had to clash with the eldest young master today. First she was disturbed by him and failed to get the honor, and now he looked at her with this look. It was clear that she had done nothing, so why was she acting so inexplicably? Feel guilty?
The eldest young master only looked at her, not even giving the second young master a single look. Instead, the second young master took the initiative and said, "Eldest brother, please don't be angry with mother. Do you have an appointment later? How about going to have tea with your younger brother."
"Tea?" Lu Cong only raised his eyebrows at Wen, glanced at him lightly, then narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled jokingly, "Let's forget it."
He looked at Wen Ying up and down with disdain, and slowly uttered two words: "Average."
What is ordinary? Do you think she is ordinary?
Wen Ying felt that she was so embarrassed on her face that she didn't understand why the eldest young master would say such things about her in front of the second young master. Was it because Madam Tong was angry with her, so he spread it on her, a maid?
Probably because of their years of brotherhood, Lu Congjing acted much more calmly, smiling as warmly as the spring breeze, and came to Wen Ying's rescue: "Ying'er is a timid and honest person. Big brother, don't scare her, just tell her to go back."
As he said this, he winked at Wen Ying. Wen Ying reacted, leaned over to the two young masters, pinched the pastries in her hands, and left quickly.
She didn't know what they said later, but she could hear the eldest son's slightly mocking voice: "Are you honest? The second brother is as inaccurate as ever in judging people."
Wen Ying's heart was filled with panic and embarrassment for a moment, and she returned to the side room in the madam's courtyard, slightly lost.
Although she was the maid next to the madam and did not have to do rough work, but because she was not as pitiful as Wen, she could only do tasks such as boiling water and sweeping. She looked at the fire in front of her in a daze, and for a moment, she felt panic.
"Don't you have a stomachache? Why did you bring something back? You picked it up in the latrine?"
A slightly bitter voice came from behind. Before Wen Ying could react, the pastry in her hand was snatched away from her. She subconsciously grabbed it, but she was afraid of breaking it, so she had no choice but to let it go.
Wen Lian took a few steps back to distance herself from her. The disgust in her eyes was not hidden. She snorted and picked up the cake in her hand to look at it: "Only you, an ignorant person, like this kind of thing. Wenying, you were very poor in the past, how could you be willing to buy cakes?"
Wen Ying was sulking in her heart now, not to mention that she knelt down for a while because of Wen Lian in the morning. Even though she was usually good-tempered, her expression turned cold at that time: "Give it back to me."
She stepped forward to grab it, but Wen Lian seemed to be deliberately irritating her. He smiled and avoided her: "Oh, this thing is worthy of your treasure. Where did it come from?"
Wenying only stepped forward to grab it without answering her.
"Don't think that I don't know. The second young master gave it to you, right? You are just like your mother." Wen Lian originally deliberately provoked her to tease her, but now his face had completely turned cold. Second Young Master, what's the use of looking at you more, I advise you to be calm, otherwise don't blame me for being rude."
At this moment, Wen Ying was full of grievances and had a reason to vent her grievances. She kept replying: "It doesn't matter if you are rude, if you have the ability, I will ask the Second Young Master to see you!"
When they were children, they had a fight, which ended with Wen Ying being beaten several times and almost losing her life. From then on, Wen Ying's personality seemed to have changed. She was bullied and tolerated as much as she could, but at this moment, she replied.
The smile on Wen Lian's face froze. In the next moment, Wen Ying saw the opportunity and rushed to grab it.
Pulling and dodging, Wen Lian's feet became unsteady and she tripped onto the chair. She threw her head up and fell down, landing on her butt, which made her utter an ouch.
Wen Lian's eyes seemed to be quenched with poison: "Okay, do you want it?"
After saying that, she squeezed the sweet-scented osmanthus cake a few times, then untied the rope and threw it directly to the ground.
Seeing that the pieces fell to the ground, the ones that were stained with dust but still intact in the bag were broken into pieces.
Wen Ying was heartbroken and took several deep breaths before finally mustering up the courage to pick it up.
Wen Lian smiled mockingly and cheerfully: "Eat, why don't you eat? You are worthy of eating this."
She stood up and rubbed her butt that hurt from the fall. Resentment flashed in her eyes. She picked up the water she had just sat on the fire next to her and poured it directly on Wen Ying.
Wenying subconsciously used her hands to block it, but the pain and the sound of opening the door sounded at the same time.
"What are you making a fuss about?"
Qian's mother's displeased voice came in. There was annoyance in her eyes, and even the fine lines at the corners of her eyes could tell that she was angry.
She glanced at the current scene in the room, then her eyes swept over the two of them, and finally landed on Wen Ying: "Wen Ying, what are you causing trouble again?"
