After the clearing, I became the soft bag of the fourth master

Chapter 7 Fear of being forgotten
a month later...

The weather is finally stable and warm. I haven't visited for a long time. The back garden is already lush and green, and the water in the lotus pond in the middle has also melted and trickled. Earlier, Li Zefujin ordered someone to put two There were more than a dozen goldfish, but probably because the water in the pool was still cold, only three or two survived, swimming alone in the pool.

Perhaps it was because Di Fujin couldn't bear it, and always felt that he had neglected Wu Ling, so Di Fujin would send people to Xiaoyu Pavilion for food, drink and clothes.

Today, Fujin sent a few more flag dresses, all of which are Wu Ling's favorite blue color, and one of the water blue flag dresses with a pair of butterflies looks the best, but Wu Ling put them away , after all, has been locked in Xiaoyu Pavilion, and there is no chance to dress up.

Counting the days, in less than a month, this shaman practice will be over, and Wu Ling will be free by then. Thinking of this, Wu Ling's life can be regarded as having some hope.

On the desk, Wu Ling was still copying the scriptures. Inexplicably, Wu Ling felt that the scriptures were like a modern secret garden coloring book, which was very decompressing and a good thing to kill time.

The writing brush in her hand was rewarded by the fourth master before. Every time she picks up the brush, Wu Ling can always think of the moment when she and the fourth master wrote family letters together, and her heart feels inexplicably warm. Counting it, she has not seen Si Ye for more than a month. Grandpa, I don't know if fourth master has forgotten her.

Hey~
Wu Ling sighed.

Fat Fu ran into the room panting: "Ge Ge, it's not good, Mrs. Wang is dead."

"what?"

Wu Ling stopped the pen in his hand, a little unbelievable, "Why is the person gone all of a sudden?"

"Ms. Wang stumbled and fell into the lotus pond. When the lady sweeping the pond found out this morning, she was already pale from soaking. It is estimated that she fell into it last night."

After hearing Fat Fu's words, Wu Ling felt a little uncomfortable, and she asked, "Does Fujin know?"

"Understood." Fat Fu replied: "Si Ye didn't return to the mansion, so I don't know yet, and Fang Fujin meant not to tell Si Ye for now, for fear of polluting Si Ye's ears, so he sent Wang's body directly out of the mansion buried."

"That's it?"

Wu Ling was amazed, no matter what, it was still a human life, it is not yet known whether he lost his footing, and it was a bit of an attempt to cover up the matter in such a hasty way.

Fat Fu nodded: "Ms. Wang's family background is low, she doesn't have any cronies, and she can't be favored in the house. The fourth master is busy with affairs, so he may have forgotten about Mrs. Wang. If Fujin does this, he can't find anything wrong. Fujin will go Lianhuachi took a look at Mrs. Wang, didn't say anything, and acquiesced to what Fang Fujin did."

Hearing what happened to Mrs. Wang, Wu Ling couldn't help but feel sorry. She saw Mrs. Wang knelt in the Nuanxiang Pavilion before, and Fujin specially found Fujin for this matter. The water in the lotus pond had just melted these two days, and Mrs. Wang Falling into the pool was too much of a coincidence.

The saddest thing is that after Wang's death, Ce Fujin was thrown out of the mansion for her early.

Wu Ling was a little dazed, and she suddenly thought of herself: "Fat Fu, tell me, what will my ending be like? My mother clan is far away, and in the capital, I can be regarded as helpless. If I die here , will it also be thrown out hastily?"

"No." Fat Fu comforted: "Ge Ge still has Si Ye."

"Fourth master?"

Wu Ling's eyes dimmed little by little. Counting it, he hadn't seen Fourth Master for more than a month: "I'm afraid it's Fourth Master, you've already forgotten me."

"Ge Ge, don't think about it! Ge Ge is Han Wu's concubine princess, who dares to neglect you!"

"hope so…"

Wu Ling smiled perfunctorily, but had mixed feelings in her heart.

Maybe Mrs. Wang put the blade inside the peanut on the first night of entering the mansion. Mrs. Wang was insane, and it was reasonable to do something beyond common sense. Now that Mrs. Wang is dead, maybe this matter will be settled Alright.

Thinking of this, Wu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, then picked up the scriptures, and lowered his head to copy again. The more annoyed he was, the faster the pen in his hand swung, and the written words were crooked, good and bad...

. . . . . .

Lord Sibeile's mansion is really big, it's so big that even if a person dies, it can't make any waves. The walls in the mansion are circle after circle, layer after layer, and I don't know how many women's lives have been buried. youth.

Wu Ling is very afraid, afraid that she is also one of the crowd, she is not a strong woman, not in modern times, and she is still not in the Qing Dynasty, she has to admit that she is just a weak woman, in order to survive in this mansion , she could only tell herself to be extra careful and prudent.

On the third day after Wang's death, fourth master returned home.

Zi Zhi urged Wu Ling: "Princess, let's go and see Fourth Master, we haven't seen each other for over a month, if Fourth Master forgets about us..."

It seems that Zi Zhi and Wu Ling have the same worry, afraid of being forgotten by the master here.

Wu Ling just shook her head, although she was worried, she still held back: "We have to listen to Fujin, we can't meet fourth master."

Because Wu Ling knows one thing very well. When her wings are not full, she has to learn to be good. In this mansion, it is obvious that Li Fangfu Jin is in charge, and Fujin is like an empty box, but the fact is not the case. It can be concluded that although Li Fangfujin is rebellious and arrogant, but the city is shallow and his foundation is not stable, he is just a housekeeper who helps to do things. The real mistress of the mansion is the unashamed Fujin.

If you want to live a stable life in the mansion, you must not disobey Fujin.

Looking at the thick stack of scriptures in front of the table, Wu Ling sorted them out, picked out the crooked scriptures and threw them away, held the scriptures, stood them upright, and placed them on the table There were two or three pauses on the case, so that the scriptures copied by Wu Ling were neat and tidy. Under the sun, the beige rice paper was lined up with neat black characters, and the position of the first text was perfect. The text overlaps with the second sheet of text, so it looks like a whole stack of scriptures is carved out of a mold, and the position of each text on each sheet of rice paper is exactly the same, which is enough to see that Wu Ling Copying these scriptures took some painstaking effort.

"Zizhi, call Fat Fu over and go to Ruyi Pavilion."

On weekdays, Zizhi is in charge of the house, and Fat Fu is in charge of the outside. The division of labor between the two is clear. Things like delivering scriptures to Fujin have always been done by Fat Fu.

Zi Zhi went out to find...

"Princess, Sister Fat Fu went to fetch water in the backyard, and she hasn't come back yet~"

"That's it."

Anyway, Wu Ling is always boring staying in Xiaoyu Pavilion, since Fat Fu is not here, then let's send it there by himself.

Because he knew that the fourth master was coming back, Wu Ling took Zizhi to Ruyi Pavilion in Fujin, and deliberately took a small path.

But as soon as he reached the gate of Ruyi Pavilion, Wu Ling saw Su Peisheng...

(End of this chapter)