Chapter 8 Apology
Wang Yan just said casually. As for whether the people at the door were taken away, he didn't care at all.
Xie Fengyue's peripheral vision was always on Haitang. After seeing her greeting the people outside, she breathed a sigh of relief.
There were only two pairs of master and servant left in the whole room at one time.
Xie Fengyue Shi Shiran stood up, rolled up his sleeves and sorted out the mess on the ground.
Wang Yan took two steps forward while holding his cloak, and saw the bruises on her exposed arms.
"Is it worth it?"
With no beginning or end to his words, Zhe Zhi and Song Shan looked at each other with doubts on their faces.
Xie Fengyue didn't have the slightest fondness for him. If he hadn't talked too much and almost ruined the matter, today's matter would have been worth it. So he replied calmly: "With Lang Jun's background, it's naturally not worth it."
"I heard from your brother that you are very good at playing the piano. Now that your hand is injured like this, I'm afraid you won't be able to play the piano in the future."
Xie Fengyue's eyes flashed with joy, but her mouth remained calm: "There are gains and losses. Since I have decided to make it, I can just choose to accept it regardless of the outcome."
"The girl is so courageous." He really admired this black-hearted girl.
"My husband talks a lot." She really felt a little bored with this husband.
Wang Yan’s lips raised high: “I’ve talked too much, I hope you’ll forgive me.”
After the short conversation, no one spoke in the room, except for the occasional crackling sound in the charcoal basin.
Xie Fengyue didn't understand why the husband didn't leave yet. She walked towards Xiaotai and lifted up the cup that had been tipped over: "Is there anything else, sir?"
Wang Yan was stunned when he was asked. The meaning of her words was too much to drive people away.
When will any girl chase him away? It's really strange.
Wang Yan was the most sought-after husband among the girls in Langya County. He really couldn't swallow this for a while. He hummed back: "Nothing."
Xie Fengyue still lowered her head and tidied the house. Wang Yan saw that the black-hearted girl really didn't want to talk to him, so he turned around and went out.
The bead curtain crackled loudly when he hit it.
After leaving the door, Songshan trotted to catch up with his husband: "Why are you helping her again? This girl doesn't know a good heart!"
Wang Yan had a dark face: "She may be related to the Beihai Tang's paper forgery."
Songshan was puzzled: "If you are concerned, just arrest them and interrogate them. Tomorrow our people will enter Chen County in batches."
Wang Yan's face was already dark, but he was dumbfounded by his words. He gritted his teeth: "Do you want me to help you kidnap the mistress of the Xie Mansion and interrogate her?"
Songshan is silent, Songshan is slanderous
"Lang Jun's temper is getting worse and worse"
After a lot of cleaning, the messy room was restored to tidiness. Xie Fengyue and Zhe Zhi were lying on the couch, sweating heavily.
"Girl, are your hands okay?"
"Not good"
"If it's not good, why don't you clean up the room?"
Xie Fengyue smiled and said: "It's best not to get better, so as not to ask Xie Jin to play the piano for him again for fun."
Zhe Zhi seemed to understand: "Actually, Xie Dalang is pretty good when he doesn't scold me."
Xie Fengyue sneered: "No brain"
There was a knock on the courtyard door, so Zhi Zhi put on his shoes and hurriedly opened it.
The steward's face was a little pale, and she pointed to the girls behind her: "These are the people chosen by the husband again, and they can be regarded as supplements for the moon girl."
Zhezhi: “Where are the people in the front yard?”
The nun in charge was from Dalangjun's courtyard. She and Zhezhi were able to chat for a few words. She swallowed and said, "Young lady Yu has made everyone sell out." She lowered her voice again and said, "It's a trick I bought the dumb medicine and sold it in a kiln. "Zhezhi was also frightened when he heard this, and he patted his chest repeatedly: "Thank you for telling me, grandma, thank you for your hard work." He took a piece of silver from his pocket and quietly put it in her hand before going back with the girls.
After she placed the girls in the wing room, she went back to resume her life.
Xie Fengyue was lying on the bed taking a nap at this time. She was really exhausted from thinking all over the past few days.
When Zhe Zhi entered the room, he picked up the tea on the table and drank it all, and then said: "Miss Yu filled all the girls with mute medicine and sold them to the brothel!"
Xie Fengyue suddenly opened her eyes. Her voice was a little hoarse: "I just want them to go."
According to her original plan, to avenge Xie Fengrou for hiding the needle and causing her to fall, she would definitely complain to Xie Fengyu, and then use Xie Fengyu's help to clear away the people that Aunt Hua originally brought into Jinyuan. This would be considered a success. .
But things are unpredictable, and she never expected that the one who fell would be Xie Fengyu who came to cause trouble.
She really didn't want to make their lives worse than death.
Zhe Zhi said frankly: "Why should girls blame themselves? In my opinion, they all brought it on themselves. They were the ones who sold the goods in the past, and they were the ones who cheated and cheated on them later. They all deserved it!"
A stiff smile appeared at the corner of Xie Fengyue's mouth: "I just wanted to do it for a moment."
Xie Fengyue felt inexplicably sad. In fact, those slaves who were sold were not fundamentally different from her. They are all things that a superior person can kill and seize with a single word.
She lay weakly on the bed and could only look at the square sky outside the window. Heavy snow covered the entire Jinyuan, and the dazzling white pricks made her shed tears.
"Bang bang bang" there was a knock on the closed courtyard door.
Xie Fengyue wiped the tears on her face randomly.
Xie Fengyue half sat up and looked at Songshan in front of her with some surprise.
"The young man is here to deliver medicine to the girl on the order of my husband." He handed the glass bottle in his hand to Zhe Zhi and then said, "My husband said that the girl's hands are like jade, and it would be a pity to have scars."
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Xie Fengyue looked puzzled. When did she come to deliver medicine after she became romantically involved with this young master? She took the glass vase and looked at it. The Langya Wang clan was really the number one clan in Qian'an, and this glass vase worth thousands of gold was given away like this.
Xie Fengyue looked at the glass bottle and saw that Songshan did not say goodbye. She raised her head in confusion: "Is there anything else?"
Songshan looked at Miss Xie's tender face and really didn't know how to speak.
"What's the matter?"
"Mr. Lang said that a girl has no beginning and no end in her work, and she still needs experience."
As soon as he said this, he turned around and left without giving Xie Fengyue time to ask questions.
Xie Fengyue's eyes darkened again and again: "What does this person mean? Did he tell her that something was in his hands?"
Songshan trotted back to the Xibo Pavilion where he was currently, leaving Xie Fengyue in the room puzzled.
When he entered the room, Wang Yan was writing something at his desk.
"Get rid of Grandma Hua's body for her." Wang Yan continued to bury the case and write without raising his head.
Songshan was puzzled: "Didn't the secret whistle say that the Xie family had sent people to Yuntai Mountain? This would easily expose our people. Why take the risk to help her."
Wang Yan stopped writing: "If something happens to her because of that old lady, I will ask you about the paper?"
Songshan thought for a while and then said: "Could that be a coincidence?"
Wang Yan resolutely said: "No, a girl from a wealthy family cannot tell whether the paper is genuine or not. Even I only know how to tell the difference after I went to the Tang Paper Factory to find a master."
Songshan wanted to speak but Wang Yan waved him out.
The handwriting on the half-dried ink on the desk was vigorous and powerful.
"Greetings to my father, I may have something to do with the Tang Dynasty paper when I meet a girl today. Her eyebrows are a little brighter and she will be returning soon."
(End of chapter)