The black-bellied peasant girl is reborn, and her weird relatives are mad

The door of the Tang residence was slightly open, the lanterns under the corridor fluttered in the wind, and the "Swift Wind" on the wooden pole had disappeared.

Jiang Muxia ran into the Tang residence in the wind and rain. Only the east wing was lit with a dim oil lamp. It seemed that Nanny Jiang was also worried about Tang Zhongbai.

Nanny Jiang heard footsteps in the courtyard, and her heart moved. She put down her needlework, and then she heard a knock on the door. The sound was gentle and subtle, and she frowned. It didn't sound like the young master and Tang San, and it was even less likely to be Tang Si. That brat never knocked on the door when he entered her room.

But who would knock on her door in such windy and rainy weather?

She became alert and picked up the scissors from the basket. She reached into her arms with her other hand and took out a packet of medicine powder, ready to sprinkle it on the other person if she found anything unusual.

She walked slowly, holding her breath and listening to the noise outside to determine who was coming.

Walking to the door, she raised the scissors in her hand and prepared to open the door with the hand holding the powder, just as she was ready to attack the other party.

A familiar voice came from the other side of the door, "Mammy, are you asleep?"

Nanny Jiang suddenly felt relieved. She stuffed the medicine powder into her arms, put the scissors on the cabinet at the door, and opened the door with a smile on her face.

Jiang Muxia, who was standing in front of the door, was soaked all over. Her hair was tied up high with a black ribbon, and the rain flowed down through the scattered hair on her temples.

She was dressed in black and stood there with a slender figure. If you didn't look carefully, you would think she was a young lady from some family.

Upon seeing this, Nanny Jiang pulled her into the house with concern, gave her a clean towel and asked her to wipe herself clean.

At the same time, he rummaged through the drawers to find suitable clothes for her to replace her wet clothes.

Jiang Muxia did not stop her. She glanced at the yard and asked in a low voice, "Is Zhong Bai not back yet?"

Nanny Jiang paused while searching for clothes, and said with a hint of worry in her voice, "No."

"Madam, do you know where they went?"

Nanny Jiang seemed not to have heard it. She looked at the matching dress spread out on the bed with a smile on her face, "Oh, it's finally done."

She was dressed in a lotus-colored pleated top with a curved-collar jacket underneath, and an orange-red skirt underneath.

When Jiang Muxia put it on, Madam Jiang's eyes lit up. She looked fresh and refined, like a beautiful girl from a small family.

Jiang Muxia had no intention of appreciating it. She just thanked her lightly and promised to return her a piece of fine cloth.

Madam Jiang arranged her clothes and scolded her with a smile, "I still need a piece of cloth for you. This set was originally made for you sisters. It was originally intended for Tao'er. Now it seems that it looks better on you."

Jiang Muxia turned around, took her hand and said seriously: "You haven't answered my question yet, where did he go? I have something important to discuss with him."

Nanny Jiang pushed her onto a stool and poured her a cup of hot tea. "Drink it quickly, be careful of catching a cold. You are so worried that you are confused. Have you ever seen the young master go out to do something? Did he ever tell me about it?"

He patted her hands and said, "Don't worry, with Tang San and Tang Si by his side, he will be fine."

Although Nanny Jiang was comforting her, her heart was in turmoil.

Although she didn't ask Tang Zhongbai what he did every day, she was worried every day when he came home later and later. She wanted to find Feng Nian and give him a warning, but she thought that he didn't even take the master's words seriously, so how could he listen to her, a little servant.

He mentioned this matter in the letter to his wife, and his wife replied by simply asking her to relax and just take care of the young master's daily life, and not to interfere in anything between them as men.

Jiang Muxia raised his eyes and saw that she was suppressing her worry, and sighed inwardly.

I'm afraid she's just as worried as I am. If something happens, they should solve it themselves, and they can't let their family members worry about it.

The nanny lowered her eyes, then raised them again, her eyes full of smiles, "My young master has a kind temper and a simple mind. He always cherishes the people he likes. Sometimes he may do something excessive for the sake of the other person, but his original intention is good."

Jiang Muxia was stunned. This was a hint at her. Everyone saw her argument with Tang Zhongbai in the restaurant today.

Nanny Jiang said this to plead for her own master.

She laughed to herself, thinking that only the closest people around her would truly care.

It is natural for Nanny Jiang to always consider Tang Zhongbai and protect him. It is also for her own good, so she will naturally appreciate this kindness.

She put down the cup in her hand, stood up and said to Madam Jiang, "Madam, don't worry, we are both fine. You go to sleep first. I will go to the study to wait for him, okay?"

Seeing her relaxed, Nanny Jiang felt relieved, "Alright. I don't know when the young master will be back. If you feel sleepy, you can lie on the couch for a while."

The nanny took out an oil-paper umbrella from the cabinet at the door and handed it to her. "You said that this rain doesn't fall when it should. Now it starts to fall and it won't stop."

Jiang Muxia left the house, locked the gate, and went straight to the study in the west wing.

The door was ajar. She pushed it open gently and placed the lantern on the table under the window.

She walked to the desk and tidied up the messy surface for him.

There was an unfinished letter on the table. Perhaps because he left in a hurry, he did not put it away. He spread it flat on the desk and pressed it with a paperweight.

Jiang Muxia glanced at it. The handwriting was so strong that it was clear and fresh. She only saw the first few words, "My brother, I have something to ask of you..." and she didn't dare to read any further.

Someone once told her that a man’s study is his other face. You can help him tidy it up, but never look through it without his permission.

She remembered it firmly in her mind. Although Tang Zhongbai had brought her to this study room many times, she had never touched his things. Even the daily cleaning was done by Tang San alone.

She sat back on the couch and looked at the books in the room. She wondered how long it would take to finish reading all these books.

She could recognize enough words to do her daily accounting, but she found it difficult to read books.

She sat on the couch for a while, then stood up and walked around, then went to the door, opened it a crack, and looked out to see what was going on.

She went back and forth many times, but apart from the strong wind and heavy rain blowing in her face, she didn't see the person she was waiting for.

It was getting darker and darker, and she had been waiting for more than an hour without realizing it. Tang Zhongbai seemed to have disappeared, and there was no sign of him yet.

She resisted the urge to rush out to find him and sat back on the couch again. The night watchman on the street struck the gong for the midnight hour.

"Why haven't you come back yet? Where have you been?" She rubbed her hands and muttered to herself, her voice full of anxiety and complaints.

The wind and rain grew stronger, making the windows rattle. She reached out to tighten the wooden bolt, and suddenly she heard the sound of flapping wings and someone pushing the door in the corridor.

She suddenly stood up, opened the door, and looked towards the wooden pole under the corridor. As expected, Ji Feng was lying on the pole, staring at her.

She was so delighted that she didn't even bother to open an umbrella and ran to the gate, shielding the rain with her hands.