From the Red Mansion, you can travel through the world of martial arts

Chapter 44 In the Yard

When Jia Wei returned to Long Jinwei's duty room, Su Can had already grilled and eaten half of the fish.

"Brother Jia, you entered the harem. You didn't come back so late at night. I thought you stayed there. Hehe..." Su Can laughed awkwardly. "I'll save the remaining half for your breakfast tomorrow morning. It can also be used to nourish your body."

Jia Wei said coldly: "If the Jinyiwei heard what you said, it would be recorded in the Book of Impermanence, and both you and I would have to go to the Imperial Prison of the Northern Pacification Division."

Su Can shrank his neck and looked around before he felt relieved. "Jinyiwei? Those dogs raised by Wei Ao are really difficult to deal with..."

Jia Wei, who was accidentally injured by the map cannon, was anxious, "Who the hell are you scolding so dirty!"

Su Can: “Ah…?”

Jia Wei waved his hands and didn't bother with the idiot. He ate some cakes and went to sleep in his clothes.

The next day, at noon, I changed shifts and went home. As soon as I entered Ningrong Street and the door of my house, before I entered the yard, I heard Qingwen's scolding and the crying of the maid.

"This yard is full of dead hooves. How dare you stretch out your dirty claws? You are used to stealing needles and thread, and now you dare to steal money?
"What do you want this claw for? It can't pick up a needle or thread, and it can only steal food. You have a shallow eyelid and a light claw. It's better to poke it to pieces if you hit it in the mouth!"

Then there was another burst of crying from the little girl, "Sister, please don't pinch me. I won't dare to do it again."

Qingwen cursed again: "Who is your sister..."

Jia Wei frowned and listened outside the courtyard for a while before he understood the whole story.

He gave Cuiguo some money to cover the daily expenses of the courtyard. That day, when he won the first prize and asked Cuiguo to give money to the maids in the courtyard, he showed off his wealth and was noticed by a maid.

This girl was one of the people that Jia Wei ordered to be bought after he arrived in the capital. She was not a house-born girl like Cuiguo and Qingwen, and she had some shady hands and feet.

Qingwen lived in the same room with Cuiguo and Xiangling, and she happened to be discovered by her. Qingwen had a bad temper and could not tolerate any grain of sand in her eyes. She made a scene early in the morning, and this was her second time.

After Jia Wei thought about it, he guessed what Qingwen was planning.

She had been learning the rules in the Jia Mansion, waiting to be arranged to a brother or sister by the old lady. Now she was sent out of the mansion, and she must be unhappy.

But Jia Wei had spent little time at home these days, and Xiangling and Cuiguo were serving him, so she couldn't help. She was cold for a few days, but she had no place to vent her anger.

Qingwen probably calculated the time when he would get off work and go home, and wanted to take this opportunity to make a scene, so as to make Jia Wei angry and send her back to the Jia Mansion.

Jia Wei then pushed the door open, and the courtyard door creaked open. Seeing Jia Wei in official uniform, the courtyard suddenly became silent, and the furious Qingwen also stopped cursing.

Jia Wei looked around. The maid who stole the money was so frightened that she was about to cry. Qingwen looked at him with her pointed chin raised, her foxy face somewhat fierce. Cuiguo huddled aside like a spectator. Xiangling stood in the side room, grabbing the door sill anxiously. She looked so panicked, as if she was the maid who made the mistake.

He waved his hand, and Cuiguo came over. Jia Wei slapped her, pinched her cheek and said, "You can't handle such a small matter? Wait for me to see it?"

Cuiguo pouted and said miserably, "Second Master, I know I was wrong. It hurts so much..."

As the eldest maid in the courtyard, Jia Wei saw Qingwen making a fuss and naturally knew what she was thinking.

Qingwen had already thought about how to get angry in front of Jia Wei, but she was shocked when she saw Jia Wei, who was wearing an official uniform and had a calm face, walked in.

Qingwen had a hot temper to begin with. After she calmed down, she immediately caught on to Jia Wei's words: "Second Master, are you saying that I handled the situation incorrectly..."

Suddenly, the voice stopped. Jia Wei turned around and looked at Qingwen, not with a threat, dissatisfaction or coldness, but just a calm look, and Qingwen's anger just dissipated immediately.

She gritted her teeth, took a breath and prepared to continue speaking, but Jia Wei turned to Cuiguo again.

"Kick this girl out. If there is another girl who does something dishonest in the future, just send her away." The girl turned pale, and fell to her knees, begging for mercy with tears streaming down her face.

The world is a chaotic place. Even stray dogs on the roadside could bite her if she left the yard.

"Hurry up and pack her things. She's making me upset." Jia Wei didn't even look at her and walked straight to the main room.

After entering the house, they began to change into their regular clothes. He took off his sword and handed it to Xiangling, who then walked away holding it in her arms.

Jia Wei turned his back and opened his arms, only to see a pair of nimble little hands reaching out to untie his belt.

The tender fingers were slender, and the nails were painted with Impatiens juice. At the same time, a strange fragrance came.

Cuiguo ran away because she felt guilty, and Qingwen had no choice but to follow her in and serve her.

Jia Wei turned around and looked down at Qingwen. She looked up and looked at him without showing any shyness. Her cheeks were pretty and white, and her lips were painted with rouge, which made her look bright and beautiful.

Qingwen twisted her slender waist again and turned her head away, not looking at Jia Wei.

"Can you serve others?"

This was Qingwen's first time serving him, so she said something sarcastic.

Qingwen also said in a veiled way: "When I was learning etiquette from the maids in the mansion, I was learning how to serve the young masters and young ladies."

Jia Wei was naturally unhappy about being teased by the little maid, so he reached out and pinched Qingwen's nose.

Qingwen's face changed like a cat with its fur standing on end. She raised her chin and glared at Jia Wei: "You..."

After all, I am still a servant, I know the hierarchy between master and servant. Swearing is an offense, and being beaten to death by the master is a small matter.

Although Qingwen has a bad temper, she is just a little maid and has not been spoiled, so naturally she is not so bold.

Qingwen swallowed her breath and continued to undress Jia Wei with a pursed mouth. Suddenly, she noticed a finger-long cut on the patch of Jia Wei's official uniform. She didn't say anything, as if she didn't see it.

After Jia Wei changed into his casual clothes, Qingwen left the main room. As soon as he sat down, Cuiguo came running to bring him hot tea.

Jia Wei took a sip and poked her forehead again. Cuiguo smiled ingratiatingly and massaged his shoulders attentively. The two of them didn't say anything, but their thoughts were unspoken.

"Stop pinching me. I tore my clothes when I was practicing with Su Can. Can you mend it for me?"

Cuiguo just found the official uniform and looked at it. She was shocked and said, "That Su Can is not a good person. If he gets one more point wrong, won't he cut the Second Master's chest? He must be jealous that the Second Master snatched his top spot. He has no conscience..."

"Stop talking! How normal is it to have accidents during martial arts practice?"

Cuiguo said: "This patch was embroidered and then sewn on. If you want to mend it properly, you have to use the line method, but I don't know how to do it, and it doesn't look good after it's mended..."

Jia Wei knocked on her again, and Qingwen came in with needle and thread. She took the official uniform from Cuiguo and sat on a stool beside her.

She first picked out the broken thread with scissors, then used a small toothbrush to slowly remove the fluff. She picked up the thread and began to sew with nimble and deft fingers.

After two stitches, he picked it up and looked at it carefully. After a few more stitches, he looked at it again, very carefully...

(End of this chapter)