Half fairy

Chapter 232 Ya Thief
Yu Qing could only explain, "I just received the greeting and asked to get something. The little one went out for a while and came back immediately. It didn't take too long, and it only took a moment before and after. Usually I always go out for a while, and the little one went out for a while. I have to go to the cafeteria for three meals a day." After that, he gestured to the two pairs of cloth shoes in his hands, indicating that he had indeed taken his things.

From the moment he entered the door, Wen Xin was staring at him carefully, and now she looked at the cheap ordinary cloth shoes in his hands, and then at his servant's attire, the suspicion in her bright eyes changed.

Song Pingping stared, "Hey, you still dare to talk back to me?"

Yu Qing was already greeting her mother in her heart, and hurriedly said on the surface: "No, no, I dare not."

Wen Xin quickly pulled off Song Pingping's sleeves, and helped her with a word, "Tell him to pick up the things, he has to go, and he has no choice, just go out for a while, it's fine." Then she apologized to Yu Qing: "It's okay, we I'm just afraid that Zilong will make trouble here and you will feel uneasy, so I just come and have a look, as long as it's okay, we won't bother you." Saying this, he bowed slightly and left.

Yu Qing was slightly startled, this was the first time this woman said so many words to him, and he was a little flattered, I don't know if it was his own illusion, I feel that this woman seems to look at him differently today, I can't tell What is the taste.

Watching Wen Xin's departure, he felt a little dissatisfied in his heart, wishing he could be with him day and night, saying goodbye in a hurry was too much fun, not to mention that he couldn't even say anything.

The third lady left in a hurry, Song Pingping and Xiaohong had no choice but to follow.

"Take care of it, you won't be blamed for any mistakes!" Song Pingping warned Yu Qing when she left.

The beauty disappeared, and Yu Qing looked at the shoes in her hands, "Oh!" sighed softly, thinking, even if he had the chance to speak, he might not know what to say.

The disparity in status between the two was too great, he could do nothing but feel melancholy, and closed the door.

Back in the bedroom, I put down my shoes, and saw the draft paper I practiced on, only to realize that I had neglected it before, and left without packing it up. It should be known that these words do not match the words on the delivery booklet.

I was a little worried that the three women would have seen it just now. I really didn't expect the three to come after walking for a while. It's not so tense anymore, after all, not everyone can appreciate his splendor in the capital.

But after thinking about it, I was relieved. First of all, people might not see it, so what if they saw it. What can these three women think of when they see it?
The draft paper was gathered, rolled into a twist and crushed, ready to go back and throw it out with the garbage...

"Xin'er, why are you leaving so fast? You're the one who worried about Zilong, who was talking about coming to see her, and the one who didn't take a look and was eager to leave."

Song Pingping caught up with Wen Xin who was leaving in a hurry, and complained about her dissatisfaction.

"Seeing that Zilong is fine, I'm relieved, there's no need to stay there." Wen Xin explained a sentence far-fetchedly, only feeling that the hands holding the ball of paper were almost sweating.

At this age, some etiquette has been deeply rooted in her bones, and she never dreamed that she would accidentally steal something from others.

It was indeed careless, she took it for a look, and forgot to put it down when Xiaohong called it out. When she realized it, the owner had already returned, and she was too ashamed to take it out again, not to mention how guilty she was at this time.

Thinking that it was stolen from a strange man's bedroom, my ears felt hot.

What's more disturbing is that I don't know if the master will find that his draft is missing when he looks back, and whether he will suspect that she stole it.

Now that the matter has come to this, she can only comfort herself, logically speaking, no one would count how many draft papers she has written, right?
She knew that the best way was to admit her mistake honestly and return it to others. Even if it was a little embarrassing at the time, there were two companions to help explain.

But she felt as if she had discovered something, and she accidentally didn't hand it over, and she became a Huiya thief.

"Hmph, if I knew it, I wouldn't have run around with you." Song Pingping curled her lips to express her dissatisfaction, but when she saw Wen Xin's face flushed, she was surprised and said, "Xin'er, what's wrong with you, why are you so red? not comfortable?"

Hearing this, Xiao Hong immediately ran to take a closer look, "Ah, miss, are you feeling well?"

Wen Xin hurriedly said, "No, no."

Song Pingping immediately reached out and grabbed Wen Xin's wrist, about to feel her pulse.

Wen Xin was almost scared out of her wits, the ball of paper was in the palm of her hand, she hurriedly withdrew her hand in desperation, retracted her hand and hurriedly found an excuse, "I'm really fine, I just squatted for a while and got up too fast."

"I'll show you, it won't delay anything."

"No, it's fine."

"Xin'er, your face is turning red and white, don't scare me."

"Sister Pingping, please, I'm really fine."

"Oh, you feel weird."

"Alas!" Wen Xin sighed helplessly, finding out that this person really can't do anything wrong.

When the group returned to Yuyuan, Xiaohong saw that Wenxin left them and left, and immediately shouted: "Miss, where are you going, I'm going to the patriarch's for dinner soon, wash your face first."

"I won't wash it anymore."

Putting down her words, Wen Xin quickly walked into the study room, closed the door with a creak, and let out a long breath while leaning against the door, holding her chest, and finally came out of her nervousness.

Song Pingping and Xiaohong looked at each other outside.

"Your lady is a bit weird, she must be hiding something from us." Song Pingping snorted dissatisfied.

Wen Xin in the study, listened carefully to the movement outside, and lightly bolted the door, only then revealed the ball of paper in her hand that had been dampened by the sweat of her palms, went to the desk, spread it out, and spread it on the table After wiping it several times, it was still wrinkled, and finally it was barely smoothed by pressing it with a paperweight.

Afterwards, he walked to the bookshelf, took down the metal cylinder, opened it, and took out the authentic handwriting of Tan Hua Lang who bought it for more than one million taels of silver.

The original handwriting was spread out next to the wrinkled draft paper. When comparing the handwriting on both sides, the look of surprise in the eyes became more inexplicable.

Then I found a few identical characters, folded them one by one and put them together for comparison, my eyes gradually showed horror, and I began to mutter to myself, "How is it possible, how is this possible, impossible..."

When I was in the sundry yard, I felt like it, but at first glance, I found that Shen Yun was very similar.

Although she has not been in contact with Tanhualang's authentic work for a short time, she has tasted it sincerely. The charm in the words, the restrained wildness and aura give people a very special feeling.

This is also the reason why she can be touched at a glance in the utility room. A person's handwriting is easy to imitate, but the charm is rare.

However, the result of comparing the same characters at this time is that they are completely identical in shape and charm.

How could she not be shocked.

Still the same sentence, the charm in Tanhualang's characters is very special. It is understandable for someone to imitate the font or handwriting. How can it be possible to even resemble the charm?
Could it be that the characters of the same person fail?

She herself couldn't help shaking her head, and couldn't help silently denying, how could that amazingly talented and famous Tanhua Lang be a servant in Wenfu? It is impossible for such a coincidence to meet Tan Hualang himself.

But after her eyes fell on the two pictures, her expression was full of entanglement, and she muttered, "How can it be so similar? Is it because my eyesight is not good enough?"

I don't know how long I've been in a daze, anyway, I can't read the words clearly without the lights in the study, and Xiaohong's voice suddenly came from outside, "Miss, it's time to go, we can't let the patriarch wait for you."

Wen Xin regained consciousness and replied, "Okay."

His eyes fell on the two pieces of paper, hesitating for a while, and finally they were simply folded together, rolled together and put into the metal cylinder to end.

Opened the study door and came out, it was half dark outside.

The three rushed to the main courtyard where the patriarch lived together.

On the way, Wen Xin suddenly said: "Xiao Hong, before Manager Feng refused to let Niu Youqing come to the inner courtyard to feed Zilong, did he say that Niu Youqing was just recruited and worried?"

Xiaohong: "Yeah, I can't blame shopkeeper Feng for this. It's really Wenfu's rules. Newcomers are not allowed to enter the inner courtyard. They can't get in touch with important people and things. They can only work in the outer courtyard."

Wen Xin: "That is to say, he was not a servant of Wenfu before?"

Xiaohong: "It must have been recruited a few days ago. The big festival is coming soon, and the mansion has mobilized a lot of people to do the work. There are fewer people in the house, so the recruitment notice was posted a few days ago."

Wen Xin nodded thoughtfully.

Song Pingping: "Why don't you just let him take care of Zilong? Don't worry, nothing will happen. If he dares to mess around, it's up to me to deal with him."

The three of them talked all the way to the main courtyard of the inner house, where the head of the family lived.

When they arrived, Song Pingping and Xiaohong didn't accompany Wen Xin, they went to the side courtyard, where they had their own place to eat and drink, and it wasn't the first time they came here.

Wen Xin went to visit her grandfather, and then accompanied her to the restaurant for dinner.

At the dining table, only the grandpa and grandson sat and shared a meal, and it was quite deserted.

At Wen Mao's stage, he didn't need to appear in person for most of Wenfu's entertainments, and the only person at home who could sit and dine with him was his granddaughter.

It's not that no one is with him at home, but that he doesn't like it.

It is said that intergenerational relatives are divided into people, and those who are relatives are also young and innocent. Those who are at the helm all their lives do not want to see their children and grandchildren with impure minds add to their troubles.

Wen Xin ate in silence today, mostly distracted.

It was Wen Mao who took the initiative to break the silence, and said with a smile, "Xin'er, is there anything new you want to tell Grandpa today?"

Wen Xin said "hmm", she was perfunctory in a trance, obviously still distracted.

Wen Mao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he knocked on the table, "The rice is almost going to the nostrils."

"Ah?" Wen Xin looked at him awake and asked, "Grandpa, what's wrong?"

Wen Mao asked back, "You haven't been this stupid for a long time, what are you thinking?"

"Huh?" Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, and asked, "Grandpa, where is Fifth Brother, didn't you say that I will come over for dinner and have a drink with you?"

"I don't have time today. I have to visit the relatives of the side branch. Now I'm probably going to have a drink with my future father-in-law at his future father-in-law's house."

"Five brothers won't come back today?"

"Nonsense, you haven't married yet, how can you stay overnight at someone's house? Doesn't our family even have this kind of tutoring? I will definitely come back later."

"Grandpa, I didn't mean that."

"If you are absent-minded today, you won't say that you are thinking about your fifth brother?"

"I want to find Brother Wu for something."

"Look, if you come back early, I'll let someone tell him to look for you. Now that you have a good meal, the girl's house must look like a girl's house."

(End of this chapter)