She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Being so humiliated by Qiao Zhenzhen, Hu Yujiao naturally wanted to take advantage of the traces on Yingge's face to complain to the Wu family in Mingde Hall, so she didn't bother to talk to her anymore.

Qiao Zhenzhen was so troubled by this that she lost interest in practicing calligraphy.

Only Ten Thousand was still excited, but before it could make any noise, he was sent to Wu's place to stare at Hu Yujiao's movements.

Ten Thousand was naturally very happy and disappeared in a flash.

Qiao Zhenzhen asked Sanxiang to follow her into the house.

She sat down on the outdoor kang, and Xia Xiang took out the teapot from the tea basket and poured tea for her.

Blowing hot tea gently, Qiao Zhenzhen's posture was calm and elegant, but it gave people a full sense of oppression.

Chunxiang knew that what happened today made her master unhappy.

Although she doesn't show it on her face, she has no bottom in her heart.

In the past, Mo Yuying had a bad temper and would often beat and scold her servants in private, but she was actually very easy to fool.

Somehow these days, I can't tell what has changed, yet it seems like it hasn't changed.

Qiao Zhenzhen took two sips of tea, moistened her throat, and then put the tea cup down. There was a gentle click, which seemed to hit Chunxiang's heart.

"Chunxiang, how old are you this year?"

Chunxiang bowed and said, "My servant is twenty-one this year."

"How many years have you been with me?"

Qiao Zhenzhen was not afraid of revealing her secrets by asking like this, mainly because of Mo Yuying's attitude towards servants, and she was not someone who would trust a maid.

"Since the girl was three years old, more than ten years."

"What about you Xia Xiang?"

"My maid is eighteen years old. When she was nine, she and Dongxiang were sent to serve her. It has been five years now."

Qiao Zhenzhen nodded.

"How old is Touka?"

"My servant is seventeen today."

Dongxiang didn't know whether it was because she rarely spoke and had a stutter, or because she had a stutter that she rarely spoke.

Chunxiang occupies a spot as a first-class maid, but she cannot play her due role.

But after all, she has served Mo Yuying for more than ten years, and it is impossible to say that she will be kicked out or demoted because of today's trivial matter.

"Twenty-one, it's time to get married."

Chunxiang knelt down, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she kowtowed with a pale face.

"Today is my maid's fault. Please spare my maid's life. Please don't assign me to anyone you want!"

Xia Xiang and Dong Xiang then knelt down, and Xia Xiang said anxiously: "Please, girl, have mercy!"

Qiao Zhenzhen frowned and said, "You have been by my side for ten years and have fulfilled your responsibilities well. If I assign you to anyone you want, who will I be?"

Xia Xiang breathed a sigh of relief, but Chun Xiang was not relieved.

"Stop knocking, Xia Xiang Dongxiang, help her up."

Erxiang quickly helped Chunxiang up.

"Am I that kind of master in your eyes? We are master and servant. Although I have a bad temper, I will not treat those who have served me like this."

None of the three incense tools dared to speak.

Qiao Zhenzhen asked Chunxiang, "Do you have any relatives at home?"

Xia Xiang rushed back: "Yes, Sister Chunxiang has a brother outside."

"When you entered the mansion, did you sign a living deed or a dead deed?"

Chunxiang's forehead was red and her eyes were slightly hot: "It's a death contract. At that time, my father and mother fell ill and died, and my brother was only fifteen years old. After his parents were buried, it was already difficult for him to support himself. See us then The master and his wife are both kind-hearted people, so they sold me into the house. The master said that he only accepts people with a death contract, so... he sold me on a death contract. "

When Chunxiang entered Mo Mansion, Mo Qingyang was about to be sent abroad and his future was uncertain, so he only accepted servants with death contracts.

She only found out in the past few days.

Mo Qingyang was not always a Beijing official. Two years after entering the Hanlin Academy, he was sent to Jiangnan. Six years later, he returned to the capital and served as the Minister of Civil Affairs.

He was promoted to minister in the past two years and joined the cabinet this year.

It's like riding at a rocket-like speed.

He was very popular with the emperor, and there was a reason for it, but she didn't know it yet.

Qiao Zhenzhen continued to ask: "Has your brother mentioned your marriage to you?"

In Chunxiang's eyes, Mo Yuying was still a little girl. He didn't know how to answer when he asked her about her marriage in such a serious manner.

Seeing Chunxiang's hesitation, Qiao Zhenzhen said, "Just tell me the truth."

Chunxiang blushed, "There used to be a neighbor... He never got married, and he said he was... waiting for me."

No wonder Chunxiang always protects herself wisely.

"I understand. In this case, I will tell my mother that you are also twenty-one, so don't let people wait too long." Qiao Zhenzhen said.

Chunxiang cried and laughed, knelt down again, and thanked her repeatedly.

She thought it would take several years, but she didn't expect happiness to come so suddenly.

Xia Xiang also wiped away tears and was happy for her.

Dong Xiang was always stunned.

Qiao Zhenzhen asked Xia Xiang to accompany Chun Xiang to freshen up.

Although she rejected her brother's thoughts, she didn't want to risk being stabbed in the back at any time.

Women in this era, if they are not born well, they must seek a good husband.

If you let the people around you see hope, you will gain some sincerity from them.

After Erxiang left, Qiao Zhenzhen encouraged herself and went back to the study to practice calligraphy again.

Dongxiang stood guard at the door of the study.

Qiao Zhenzhen saw that she had to stand for several hours and was tired and bored, so she asked her to move a stool and sit on it while doing some female work.

Erxiang went out the door.

Chun thought: "Have you ever felt that the girl has changed a lot lately?"

"No. It's still the same as before." Xia Xiang didn't think much, but then she thought again and said, "No, something has changed."

Chunxiang agreed, "I think so too."

However, what Xia Xiang said next was different from what Chun thought.

Xia Xiang said cheerfully: "It should be said that things have become normal again." She spat lightly, "I would say that Mr. Wei is still the one who hurts others. In the past, the girl's temper was worse, but the master of the mansion has several tempers. Okay. But ever since I met that man, he has been possessed by him, and his temperament has become unstable and unpredictable."

She kicked the pebbles on the ground hard, "There's also Qiuxiang, the one who can kill a thousand swords. He keeps teasing her, making the girl get angry at the slightest thing and throw cups and bottles at every turn."

"But even so, we haven't beaten anyone to death in this courtyard."

When Xia Xiang said this, Chun Xiang thought that this was what happened.

Sure enough, she still thought too much.

In the study, after Qiao Zhenzhen finished writing two pages of large characters, Ten Wan jumped directly into the room from the half window opened in front of her, landing accurately without knocking over anything.

"I'm back, but I'm so angry!"

"Who else made our Master Wan angry for no good reason?"

Qiao Zhenzhen had Mo Yuying's homework in front of her. She smiled and took a new piece of rice paper from her hand, smoothed it out with her hands on the felt pad, took a brush and dipped it in ink again, swiped it twice on the edge of the inkstone, and continued writing.

Shi Wan clasped his two front paws and lay down beside the table, "It's not Hu Yujiao. She went to your mother to cry and complain."

"It's normal. Her maid was beaten. It would be strange if she didn't go to my mother's house to show off."

"Aren't you angry?"

"Why are you angry?" Qiao Zhenzhen wrote carefully, "She is just an innocent little girl. She thought that by complaining to Mr. Wu a few times, she could sow discord between mother and daughter and make Ms. Wu favor her."

"Isn't it possible? She always says something bad about you, doesn't your mother feel bad about you?"

She stopped writing and touched Ten Wan's square head. The velvet under her hands felt so good.

"In fact, many times, when one's own children quarrel with other children, blaming one's own children first is just a strategy."