"I heard that Seventh Sister lost a hosta last time. Qingmei specially found this one these days. Does Seventh Sister like it?"
Wen Qingmei said, took out the hairpin herself, walked to and stopped in front of Wen Qingzhu.
Wen Qingzhu took the hairpin and stroked it gently.
This texture is considered to be a fine white hosta.
"Thank you, Sister Twelve. Sister Seven likes it very much." Wen Qingzhu thought of the current situation and decided to accept it.
After all, she and Aunt Yue are cooperating.
"As long as sister likes it." Wen Qingmei suddenly became happy and looked at her with watery eyes, "Then Qingmei can bring it to sister."
Wen Qingzhu couldn't help but look at her twice.
If she hadn't been well versed in human nature, she might have been deceived by Wen Qingmei.
"Okay." Wen Qingzhu responded lightly with a hint of disdain in his eyes.
Wen Qingmei took the hairpin and gently inserted it into Wen Qingzhu's hair.
Taking two steps back, Wen Qingmei couldn't help but clapped her hands and praised: "My sister is naturally beautiful. She really looks good with anything she wears. Qingmei is very envious of her!"
Seeing her like this, Wen Qingzhu sneered inwardly.
He is only nine years old, but his acting skills are so perfect. No wonder he was tricked so miserably by her in his previous life.
"I really can't help it. Who said my mother is naturally beautiful?" Wen Qingzhu was not polite.
Sure enough, as soon as the words fell, Wen Qingmei didn't know how to answer them.
His lips moved, but not a word of what he had prepared came out.
Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, Wen Qingzhu pretended to be surprised and said, "What's wrong with my sister? Why don't you speak?"
Wen Qingmei shook her head and forced a smile: "Yes, Qingmei can't compare to my sister in anything."
At the same time, the hands under the armholes were clenched into fists.
"It's okay, my sister has a good aunt, you don't have to worry about it in the future..."
Wen Qingzhu rambled on, not giving her a chance to speak.
When the sky darkened, Wen Qingmei became a little anxious and said, "Seventh sister! Can you let me say a word?"
Wen Qingzhu asked strangely: "Isn't my sister always talking to me?"
Wen Qingmei squeezed the handkerchief, almost laughing, and said with a thorn in her words: "Sister, your tongue is as bright as a lotus flower. My sister has been unable to speak for a long time."
Wen Qingzhu curled his lips, his expression extremely indifferent: "Then tell me, sister."
Wen Qingmei was so upset by Wen Qingzhu that she didn't even notice the change in Wen Qingzhu's tone.
He said to himself: "Grandma has taken a liking to you recently and has seen you several times. Can Qingmei come with you the next time she greets you?"
snort!
Wen Qingzhu snorted coldly in her heart. She knew that people like Wen Qingmei would either commit adultery or steal if they showed courtesy for nothing.
Wen Qingzhu raised his hand, pulled out the hairpin, and said with an apology on his face: "I really let down my sister. Grandma doesn't like that the legitimate daughter and the concubine have too much contact. Sister, I'd better take this hosta back."
As soon as she finished speaking, Wen Qingmei's expression suddenly changed.
Just as she was about to speak, the maid behind her said hurriedly: "Miss! It's getting late! Why don't you say goodbye to Miss Seven? My aunt is still waiting for you."
As soon as Wen Qingmei heard about Aunt Yue, she calmed down immediately.
Soon, her face returned to its original gentleness.
After saying goodbye politely, he took Xiao Xing and left the east courtyard.
Lu Tao, who was hiding in the cubicle, opened the curtain and came out.
Staring in the direction of Tingqinxuan, Lu Tao said disdainfully: "Aunt Yue is such a smart person, how come she didn't inherit even half of it! She still wants to use a hairpin casually and let the young lady offend the old lady! How ridiculous!"
The corners of Wen Qingzhu's lips raised slightly. Wen Qingmei was indeed not as smart as Aunt Yue.
If Aunt Yue hadn't restrained her before, with her temper, Aunt Wu could have dealt with her with one hand.
"By the way, have everything at Mingxuan been arranged?" Wen Qingzhu asked Wen Mingxuan about Wen Qingmei without thinking about it.
Lu Tao immediately replied: "Miss, don't worry, all the servants have been arranged. The young master put on the incense you prepared and stopped taking the tonics sent from the kitchen to make up the soup. Xiao Cui also returned to the West Courtyard, but Manager Tian... "
Tian Chong and Cao Yu were both members of Wen Shuquan, one was in charge of the inside and the other was in charge of the outside.
But Wen Shuquan obviously trusted Cao Yu more.
"It's okay, there are always opportunities. Regardless of others, we in the East Campus should respect Manager Tian well." Wen Qingzhu instructed.
Lu Tao felt strange and asked, "But now, doesn't Manager Cao have the third master's trust more?"
Wen Qingzhu smiled but did not reply.
It is easy to be proud for a while, but it is really difficult to be proud for a lifetime.
Before the Wen family was completely defeated, Tian Chong retreated.
On the contrary, it was Cao Yu who colluded with the Wu family to plot the dowry of his mother, the Lu family, and his methods were ruthless.
In the next two days, while Wen Qingzhu was checking the accounts, he sent Mother Ye to the village and shop to inquire about information.
Just as he was about to clean up the bad debts, Lu Tao hurried into the house.
"Miss, Sister Songyan is here again."
Wen Qingzhu closed the account book, put it in the cabinet, locked it, and followed Lu Tao out.
Seeing Song Yan, Wen Qingzhu hurriedly stepped forward and held her hand cordially.
"Sister Songyan, sit down quickly, Jasmine, serve tea."
But who would have expected that Song Yan gently pushed her hand away this time and smiled politely: "You're welcome, Miss Qi. It's not the time of national mourning. It's time to start preparing for the old lady's birthday banquet. I don't know." How are you preparing, Miss?"
"Sister Songyan, don't worry. My father is a little busy today and hasn't been back to Yanyuan for a few days. I will visit Mingxuan frequently in the past two days and also visit my father on the way. I will take my grandmother's affairs to heart." Wen Qingzhu was not at all concerned. He didn't mind, but his smile became gentler.
Song Yan thought about her movements in the past two days and understood: "Thank you for your hard work, Miss Seven. If there is anything you need, just ask."
Finally waiting for her words, Wen Qingzhu Mian responded: "To be honest with Sister Songyan, I am indeed in a bit of a dilemma here. Last time I went to see Mingxuan. He studied too hard and his body couldn't stand it. After drinking those After replenishing the soup, my health is getting worse. I don’t know if it’s due to lack of manpower or lack of care over there... "
As soon as Song Yan heard this, she knew there was something fishy going on.
After understanding, Song Yan held her hand and said, "Don't worry, Miss Seven, your courtyard is missing a mistress. Don't worry, I will report this matter to the old lady truthfully."
"Thank you so much, sister Songyan!" Wen Qingzhu cried with joy. He immediately took off the gold bracelet from his wrist and forced it into Songyan's hand. "I hope sister won't dislike it."
Song Yan wanted to refuse, but when she lowered her eyes, she couldn't help but gasp slightly.
This gold bracelet is bright in color and exquisite in craftsmanship. It is hollow and brushed and inlaid with jade. It looks more beautiful and valuable than Miss Eleven's bracelet.
Song Yan likes such a beautiful bracelet very much.
After thinking about it, she accepted it.
Only then did Wen Qingzhu laugh: "This bracelet is not expensive. As long as my sister likes it, I'll ask my sister for help with Mingxuan."
Hearing this, Song Yan couldn't help but stare at Wen Qingzhu, isn't this valuable