Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Xia Lingge didn't feel angry when she heard Mrs. Zhang's arrogant tone. She just stretched out her hand and slapped her face again.

Mrs. Zhang covered her face, took several steps back and stumbled to the ground. She looked at Xia Lingge with wide-eyed pupils in disbelief: "You..."

Xia Lingge knelt down with an indifferent expression and stared into her pupils: "You can now go to the Second Young Mistress to complain, saying how I bullied you and how rebellious I was, but..." She came closer. He stood up and looked at the panic in her eyes, "You also have to consider my weight in the second young mistress's heart."

Mrs. Zhang's body trembled and she stopped talking.

Xia Lingge looked at it with little interest. She was only annoyed with Granny Zhang because in the second week she gave He Luo dirty advice and tortured her terribly.

Seeing Mrs. Zhang shivering at this moment, her initial arrogance was gone. Her remaining thoughts instantly became boring. She stood up and walked out along the road without looking at Mrs. Zhang.

She returned to Wen Youliang's courtyard. The soft sunlight fell through the gaps between the leaves, casting spots of light. She walked into the main courtyard, and the elegant sandalwood drifted into her nose gently. The bamboo curtains were hanging. Xia Lingge opened the thin curtains, but Wen Youliang was not there. figure.

No one is there?
  She came to the coffee table and knelt down, carefully identifying the tea sets on the table, and then thinking back to Wen Youliang's smooth tea-making process in the past three weeks, she also began to try making tea for herself.

A faint white mist emits from the small red clay stove, carrying the strong aroma of tea and spreading throughout the room.

"The aroma is rich and mellow, but it's a bit messy. Your tea-making skills are somewhat inconsistent and backward."

The familiar gentle voice sounded.

Xia Lingge didn't need to raise her head to know who was coming, but she still straightened up and saluted him: "Young Master."

Wen Youliang rolled the ball and sat down at the main seat in front of the coffee table. He looked at the slightly messy tea set on the table. He was not annoyed. He just stretched out his hand and put the tea set back to its original place: "Why are you back?"

His question was inconsistent, but Xia Lingge knew in her heart that he was talking about getting married, and her face was still respectful and flawless: "Although I am getting married for the young lady, in the end I am still a maid serving the eldest young master. I dare not take it for granted." Joe.”

Wen Youliang gave her a meaningful look, took the teacup she handed him, shook it in his palm, and said, "You are becoming more and more attentive, but since you are getting married, you can just rest in the room and don't have to come back again." I do some rough work here."

"Um……"

Xia Lingge responded lightly, picked up the teapot and poured some tea into Wen Youliang's cup: "I heard that the relationship between the Yao family and the eldest young master has always been good."

Wen Youliang paused: "Why do you say that?"

Xia Lingge pretended to be hesitant before speaking: "I heard from the housekeeper earlier that this marriage seemed to have been brought about by the eldest young master."

Wen Youliang's eyes were a little deep. He put down the tea cup and picked up the ball bracelet on the table, twisting it around bit by bit: "We have some contacts in the business, but we can't say we are familiar with each other. Why, is there something wrong?"

Xia Lingge continued: "No. I'm just afraid that if the Yao family finds out that I'm not Miss Wen, it will cause some damage to the eldest young master's business."

"Will not."

Hearing what she said, Wen Youliang's tense and indifferent expression relaxed a lot, and a touch of tenderness emerged from his warm eyes, "Just wait until you get married, and leave the rest to me."

Xia Lingge nodded, and suddenly said in confusion: "I heard that the Yao family is rich and powerful. Young Master Yao is still young and promising, but why did the young master run away from the marriage?"

Wen Youliang's hand trembled unconsciously when he picked up the tea cup again. Xia Lingge's eyes happened to fall on his trembling hand, but she pretended not to see him and continued to ask puzzledly: "I deserve such a good marriage after all. If the eldest young master can find the young lady, , it’s best to let the lady get married, I..."

The sound stopped suddenly. "She..." Wen Youliang sneered with unknown meaning, put down the tea cup he was holding and said to Xia Lingge, "You don't have to worry about this, you don't need to think about anything... you just need to be obedient and wait for the marriage, the rest doesn't matter. No need to do anything.”

He was close to her, his eyes a little cold.

"Master, I..."

Xia Lingge continued to pretend to be scared.

Wen Youliang wiped the tears accumulated in the corners of her eyes with great consideration, and his voice was clear but indifferent: "I know that you have always been well-behaved and obedient. This is a good thing. You need to continue to maintain it. Don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, and don't ask questions when you shouldn't. Ask, don’t think about what you shouldn’t think about, and do what you should do. If you are too curious and stretch your head too far, you must be careful about your own life, and... your father."

Xia Lingge's eyes paused. She really didn't expect that something unexpected could be found out. She originally wanted to see what the eldest young master of the Wen family wanted to achieve with this marriage, but she didn't expect that he could blurt out: The word 'father' comes out.

He had checked the origin of the original owner, and perhaps he had always known that the original owner was a spy sent to him by Wen Yumo, and he had been hiding it, perhaps because he would become the biggest weapon in his hands at some point.

Then, she has to change her approach.

Seeing that Xia Lingge was silent for a long time, Wen Youliang chuckled and continued rolling the beads on his fingertips: "Don't think too much, go back and rest first."

"Yes."

It was dark again outside.

Xia Lingge did not return to the room immediately, but wandered around to find Ah Shun and Ah Liang who were hanging lanterns on the corridor. She picked up the red lantern placed on the fence and handed it to Ah Shun who was standing on the wooden ladder. Ah Shun was stunned. For a moment, he still took it hesitantly.

"It's so late, are you two sisters still busy?"

Xia Lingge asked obediently.

Ah Liang snorted softly: "What are you doing here?"

Xia Lingge blinked: "I'm here to help you. If you have one more person to help, can't we finish the work faster?"

They quickly hung up all the lanterns in the gallery.

Ah Shun carefully climbed down from the wooden ladder, landed on the ground, looked at Xia Lingge, and thanked him softly: "Thank you very much."

Xia Lingge shook his head: "You're welcome. We all work in Wen Mansion, so we should help each other."

Ah Shun said: "Then I still have to thank you. It's getting late, so you should hurry back to the house to get married. If the second...eldest master knows that you are not obedient, he will punish you."

two?
  Second Master...

Xia Lingge keenly caught Wen Yumo who blurted out her words, which meant that Ah Shun and Ah Liang were also the people Wen Yumo buried beside Wen Youliang. Her eyes dimmed, but she still smiled on her face: "I understand what Sister Ah Shun said, it's just that I’m still a little nervous and apprehensive now.”

Ah Shun was a little confused: "You... know me?"