"Girl, you are tired from walking, let's go sit there." The painting hall winked at Ye Wenting.
Ye Wenting understood, he covered half of his face with a veil, then held his hands by the painting hall, and walked lightly towards the edge of the lotus pond.
There are large green lotus leaves floating in the center of the lotus pond. In the green center, there are tall and long pink cells, bursts of light and delicate fragrance.
Suddenly, Ye Wenting's feet were slippery, and after yelling "Ah", he plunged into the lotus pond.
Song Qingcheng was still very nervous at first, thinking, or else just go over and talk to the third girl Lin. But seeing that people had fallen into the water this time, he couldn't care about etiquette anymore, so he rushed over, and then jumped directly into the water without even thinking about it.
When the painting hall saw this, he hurriedly called out: "Help, the girl has fallen into the water, come on, the girl has fallen into the water."
Hearing someone yelling that a girl fell into the water, many people rushed in from all directions.
Old lady Lin waited for this moment too early, and she was waiting around the lotus pond. This time she heard the painting hall yell that the girl fell into the water, and she was the first to rush over.
Seeing the painting hall, she stepped forward, clutching her hand tightly and saying, "What's the matter? What about Wanwan?"
Huantang's wrist was pinched very painfully, and she struggled and said, "Old lady, are you asking the third girl or the Ye girl?"
The old lady Lin said with a sullen face: "What girl Ye, I pretend to ask you Sanyao, you said, did you fall into the water." After that, she started crying and strode to the edge of the lotus pond. , Seeing that Song Qingcheng had already pulled people on to the shore, she cried loudly, "My hard-failed granddaughter, now she has been planted in the hands of such an unfaithful slave. If you have anything good or bad, How can I explain to your mother."
Song Siyan came over to support the old lady Lin, winked at her quietly, and the old lady Lin saw that Song Qingcheng had come ashore with someone in her arms.
Ye Wenting grew up in the country when she was young, and it's not a problem to catch fish and shrimps. Besides, the lotus pond is so deep that she can't help her at all.
After coughing a few mouthfuls of water, Ye Wenting opened his eyes, and as soon as she looked up and saw Song Qingcheng standing in front of her, she quickly got up.
"Thank you, son, for helping me." Ye Wenting saluted Song Qingcheng very politely.
Seeing that it was not Lin San, but she was wearing Lin San's tunic, Song Qingcheng was a little stunned for a while, not knowing what to do, so she could only turn her head and look at the old lady Lin who was aside.
When Mrs. Lin saw this, her face was really dark, and she strode towards Ye Wenting.
"You girl, you're more courageous." But thinking about it, there were so many people present, and she was so embarrassed to cry in disregard of her image. He swallowed abruptly into his stomach, and asked Huatang with a cold face, "What the hell is going on? Three girls?"
When the painting hall saw that Ye Wenting was okay, he relaxed, and quickly wiped her tears and said: "After coming out of the old lady, the third girl said she was a little tired, and she was resting in the room this time."
The old lady Lin was so angry that she could only vent to the painting hall at the moment: "Girls rest, how did you become a slave and wait for the girl? I think the girl usually spoils you too much and treats you. These girls are not big or small. If I am not good at teaching you today, you will be a bully if you are a master."
After that, I called the old mother in front of me and said: "This girl is so courageous, she doesn't put the girl in her eyes, but she is playing here with a girl from outside her family, and she almost killed her. Someone’s girl fell into the water. Go and tell the old lady and say... I’m going to teach the slave here today!"
The old mother just responded, and before she stepped out, Zhou Taijun came with a country woman.
Seeing Ye Wenting's wet dress and standing there, the woman strode to Ye Wenting, grabbed her hand and cried: "Ting'er, what's the matter with you? Huh? Ask auntie to take a look. Where did it hurt?"
When the painting hall saw this, he hurriedly said: "Fortunately, our young master will help. Miss Ye is fine, but she has to change her clothes quickly when she wets her dress. She was born cold and sick."
"Where can you speak?" The old lady Lin was really angry, and slapped her hand towards the painting hall.
The painting hall was slapped firmly and did not dare to speak any more at this moment, but stood pitifully in one place.
Zhou Taijun said: "Well, mother-in-law, your old man is getting old, so it's better not to get angry." Zhou Taijun walked over with a light smile, and said to the painting hall, "You girl, too, it's not easy to serve your girl. What are you running out to do? No wonder your old lady is angry, and you have to be careful next time."
"The maidservant knows, the maidservant will never dare again next time." Huatang bit her lips tightly, and her eyes were red.