Rongguo Mansion, northeast corner, Lixiangyuan.

On the soft couch in the room, Aunt Xue was holding a brocade silk and absent-mindedly doing the girl's work.

"hiss……"

Aunt Xue frowned, staring blankly at the red dot on her index finger, her eye circles turning red.

At this time, the dignified and virtuous Xue Baochai personally brought in a silver-gilt sapphire porcelain cup. After placing the cup on the red sandalwood table, he saw Aunt Xue still working as a female worker and admonished: "The elder is here for the Shuntian government office.

They said hello and gave me a mattress and a cotton robe, so you don’t need to do these things every day, right?"

Aunt Xue continued to work on the girl's clothes, and said worriedly: "What happened to your brother, I can't do anything. I can only cut a few clothes with my own hands and send them to him."

After a pause, Aunt Xue sobbed: "The Chinese New Year is almost here, your brother is still in prison, and I don't know if our family can have a good New Year together this year..."

Xue Baochai sighed, it had been ten days since Xue Pan was imprisoned in the Shuntian Government Office, and there was no news about the matter. The Shuntian Government Office did not dare to release him because he was not alive.

"What did uncle say?" Xue Baochai asked softly.

Aunt Xue sent someone to ask Wang Ziteng about Xue Pan, and Xue Baochai also knew about it.

Aunt Xue said helplessly: "Your uncle said that Pan'er was disrespectful to the Holy One, and sparing his life was a gift from the Holy One. If he asked for mercy, it would easily backfire. Let's wait until some time later."

When Baochai heard this, he immediately frowned elegantly, and a look of worry appeared in his eyes. No one dared to plead for mercy regarding Xue Pan. Even his uncle Wang Ziteng was afraid of getting into trouble, let alone the people of the Jia family.

Fortunately, after greeting the people from the Shuntian government office, Xue Pan did not suffer too much. Otherwise, the two of them would not have been able to endure it.

Seeing that Aunt Xue was getting more and more depressed, Xue Baochai said: "Mom, this is what my daughter thinks. Since this matter is related to Brother Yun of Mozhuyuan, and he is deeply attached to the Holy Spirit, if he can ask for mercy from the Holy One,

, I think my brother will be back soon."

Aunt Xue was startled when she heard this, and then she cheered up and said, "That's absolutely true. I'll go find him right now."

After saying this, Aunt Xue left the female worker behind, got up impatiently and walked out of the house.

Xue Baochai hurriedly grabbed Aunt Xue and said, "Mom, how can this be so easy? You don't know what kind of temper Brother Yun is. How can we win over him with just a word?"

Aunt Xue paused when she heard this. Xue Baochai was absolutely right. She had heard Mrs. Wang say once or twice before that Jia Yun was not a good person to get along with...

"If not, I'll ask the old lady to help." Aunt Xue gritted her teeth and said, obviously risking her life for her son.

Xue Baochai didn't think so. Xue Baochai was also there that day. She was smart and not famous. Jia's mother seemed to be unable to control Jia Yun...

"Mom, if you ask the old lady to come forward, won't you be forcing others? Then Brother Yun can shirk it, and there's nothing we can do about it."

Aunt Xue was stunned and said in annoyance: "This won't work, that won't work either, so what should we do? We can't just watch your brother suffer in that prison!"

Xue Baochai comforted him and said, "Mom, don't worry. My daughter has asked about it. Brother Yun has a straightforward temper. He is a man who will accept soft things but not hard words."

"What do you mean?" Aunt Xue asked doubtfully.

Xue Baochai said: "Let's go say good-bye and express our gratitude for your protection. Now that Brother Yun has been divided into a house, he has to buy all the property by himself. Let's make some more benefits and give them to him.

He said some good words in front of the Holy One so that his brother could come back as soon as possible."

Aunt Xue's eyebrows softened when she heard this, and she murmured: "It's hard for you to think so thoughtfully!"

"Mom, did you agree?" Xue Baochai asked.

Aunt Xue wiped her tears with a brocade handkerchief and said: "What else can be done? Treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor. Give it a try for the time being. It's better than nothing."

Xue Baochai nodded, stood up immediately and said, "It's not good for our family to go out alone. My daughter will go and ask Sister-in-law Lian to come forward and say something, and mom will prepare a good banquet on the table."

After saying this, Xue Baochai stood up and left. It was obvious that the matter concerned Xue Pan, and she was also anxious.

Aunt Xue looked at Xue Baochai's leaving figure and felt much better. Her daughter was much more worry-free than her troublemaking son...

Mozhu Garden, East Wing.

Jia Yun took a bath after returning home. At this time, Qingwen was combing her hair with Jia Yun.

After nearly a month of running in, Jia Yun has become accustomed to Qingwen's service.

The girl is a bit younger, but she is very clever and serves her very attentively.

"Qingwen, did you learn the characters yesterday?" Jia Yun asked.

Qingwen suddenly had a bitter look on her face and curled her lips and said, "Not yet."

Hearing this, Jia Yun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and cursed with a smile: "On weekdays, I'm good at being stubborn, but when I'm lazy, I do the same thing."

Listening to Jia Yun's teasing, Qingwen was not happy. Lao Gao, who had a turned-up nose, retorted: "I don't have that much time to practice calligraphy. In such a big yard, I don't care about it. I don't have to think about it. If

If you do something bad, you don't have to complain. Not only that, you also have to serve the master, so how can you have any free time."

"Hey..." Jia Yun tilted his head and cursed: "You little girl, why have I ever complained about you? If you have too many troubles, just let Meier and the others do it. Which maid in the house is like you?

, I have to take care of all the big and small things in the courtyard."

When Qingwen heard this, she said dissatisfiedly: "Mei'er and the others? They are all cheating and playing tricks, who is the official? If the servants don't work harder, they will hide in the house and stand up!"

Jia Yun said casually: "If you think they are not good at what they do, drive them out as soon as possible and get smarter."

Upon hearing that Mei'er and the others were about to be driven away, Qingwen hurriedly explained: "Sir, although Mei'er and the others are a little clumsy, they are well-behaved. If you drive them away, they won't have anywhere to go. Please be more careful, slave.

Just keep an eye on them, there is no need to chase them away."

When Jia Yun heard this, he knew that Qingwen was a sharp-tongued person. He usually scolded Mei'er and the others mercilessly. Jia Yun was not uncommon, but when it came to the end, it was Qingwen who was protecting them. She was kind-hearted, but she just wanted to treat Qingwen.

When she was in trouble, how many people could help her...

"Yes, yes... As long as you are right, I won't say anything more to you. I will practice hard today, and I will take the exam tomorrow."

"Are you going to slap your palms again?" Qingwen said aggrievedly.

After all, Jia Yun is not Baoyu, and he will not be doting and indulgent without a bottom line. On the second day after Qingwen practiced calligraphy, Jia Yun took the exam to Qingwen. If he failed, he would be punished by "beating the palm".

So far, Qingwen has been beaten almost every day, and punishment is inevitable every time. As soon as Qingwen heard about the school exam, she thought that Jia Yun was going to hit her palm.

"Uncle...sixteen characters a day is too many. I still have a lot of work to do throughout the day. How about we practice less, ten...no, eight characters a day?" Qingwen said bitterly.

He begged for mercy.

Jia Yun thought carefully for a moment. What Qingwen said was true. It is difficult for beginners to practice calligraphy. In addition, Qingwen likes to do everything by herself. She has to be involved in everything in the courtyard and does not have much free time to practice calligraphy.

It's hard for her...

"Let's talk tomorrow..." Jia Yun said with a smile. He would not accept Qingwen directly. This little girl is used to climbing up the pole. If he accepted her, there might be some trouble.

The little girl is quirky and quirky. Jia Yun both likes and dislikes her...

Qingwen curled her lips, not happy with Jia Yun's perfunctory approach. Just when she was about to speak, Mei'er's greeting came from the courtyard:

“I’ve met Second Grandma Lian!”

Jia Yun in the wing couldn't help but frown. He had no contact with Wang Xifeng, so how could he suddenly come looking for him? Could there be something wrong in the house?

"Uncle, your bun is done, look..." Qingwen came back to her senses, turned her head and asked Jia Yun.
Chapter completed!