Wen Ying's heart beat faster and her ears were buzzing. For a moment, she didn't know whether what he meant by going to his room was what she had in mind.
Lu Cong only casually took back the handle of the broom in his hand, wrapped half of the sword flower around it as usual, and threw it aside.
"Still not leaving? How can we not be afraid of the evil woman finding out this time?"
Wen Ying realized with hindsight that the immediate situation was more important than tonight.
Although she didn't reject him, she didn't dare to respond to his words. She just leaned over to him and hurriedly left the yard.
Turning through the stone cave gate at the entrance of the courtyard, Wen Ying almost bumped into the boy beside the master.
"You're so panicked. Could it be that you were pinched by a dog?"
The boy scolded her in a low voice, and Wen Ying quickly lowered her head: "I'm sorry."
Mr. Lu happened to be walking slowly past her. As the footsteps came from far to near, and finally farther away, Wen Ying felt panicked.
Every time the eldest son came to the lady's courtyard, he would break up in a bad mood, especially when the master was there. I don't know what he said last time. The master used family methods on the eldest son, and he was whipped five times. He left home and did not return until he had gained the title of military commander.
Wen Ying secretly prayed that the eldest son must not suffer from the master's anger, otherwise it might happen to her at night.
The sun was setting in the west and the moon was high in the sky. Wen Ying had to go to the appointment even though she was reluctant.
She was afraid that Wen Lian, who was also going to the young masters' courtyard, would find her, so she waited for her to leave the house before slowly following her. She arrived at the second young master's courtyard first and saw Wen Lian go in with her own eyes.
Wen Lian even trimmed her hair before entering the door, and she could see that Wen Lian had put on lipstick.
This late at night, meeting in private and dressing up like this, how could anything be serious?
Wen Ying bit the corner of her lip harder. At this moment, Mo Yi's voice came over: "What are you doing standing there? You have been in the house for so many years, let alone the gate of my son's courtyard." Not even."
Wen Ying was frightened by his sudden opening. She turned her head and saw Mo Yi first with an unkind expression, and then she saw the eldest son half-hidden in the shadows.
She swallowed hard and didn't dare to step forward. She could only lean down slightly towards the eldest young master from a distance.
But as she watched the eldest son's slender legs take a step forward, his face, which was originally dim and obscured by the dim lantern and candlelight, was revealed in front of Wen Ying's eyes.
The slender fingers with clear joints under the long sleeves took the lantern in Mo Yi's hand: "You go back first."
This was said to Mo Yi. Wen Ying clenched her hands tightly. Seeing Mo Yi glare at her before leaving, and then the eldest young master slowly walked towards her, she was so flustered that her legs weakened.
Lu Congzhuan's cold eyes glanced at Lu Congjing's courtyard, where candles were still lit.
"Envy her?"
What?
Wenying didn't understand what he meant.
Lu Congzhuan came a little closer to her. He looked at her condescendingly: "I envy the man named Wen Lian for being able to enter the yard of my second brother."
Wen Ying was a little embarrassed, even though her voice was trembling with fear, she still had the courage to reply: "You asked me to come here at night just to show me this?"
Lu Congzhuan did not answer her question, but took a step closer to her: "What do you want to do, a wife or an aunt? Did you seduce him while he was drunk, for the profit of one tael of silver a month, or to be able to live with him in the future?" Be a half-master in this house."
Wen Ying's face turned green and red as he spoke, and she was even more forced to retreat step by step by his slow approach.
"Another person with a heart as high as the sky. He is truly worthy of being raised by Mrs. Zhang. He has the same virtues as her."
Lu Congzhuan suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Wen Ying's chin: "How about I send you in too, and ask you two sisters to serve me as my second brother?"
The strength in his hand tightened, and Wen Ying was deprived of her breath.
At that time, she had already realized that the eldest son must have been angry at the madam and wanted to get it back from her.
She didn't dare to cry out, so she could only hurriedly wrap her hands around his palm, hoping to get some breathing space.
But she felt very unjust in her heart, and was frightened. Tears overflowed from the corners of her eyes: "It's not...for money..."
Lu Congzhuan frowned slightly and relaxed his grip on his hands: "What did you say?"
He subconsciously leaned closer to her, but the next moment, he only felt a pain in his neck——
The person who had never dared to breathe in front of him dared to bite him!
