The splendid youth of the farm gate

Chapter 127 The Tall Master Ye Jiu (3)
For her, she wouldn't stay in Xingcheng for long anyway, and it was even more impossible for her to take Qingguo away.Why not let her maids learn more from Qingguo!Let's just say, this kid's mind is really fast!

Now that Zhu Yuwen agreed, Ye Tianlin couldn't tear down her corner, but he felt that he had lost face, so he didn't force Qingguo any more, so he pouted reluctantly and stood aside.

Qing Guo heaved a sigh of relief, and said, "Okay, Miss Xi Wen, I'm sure I won't be the same."

Before they met each other, she knew that as long as Zhu Xiwen was dealt with, it was equivalent to Ye Tianlin's deal. Ignoring the unhappiness on Ye Tianlin's face, Qingguo said with a smile.

"Fifth Young Master, can you ask the servants to call my father here, he has the money I paid you back with him."

Ye Tianlin glared at Qingguo, then turned to Sujin and said, "Someone go and invite his father in."

"Yes, Fifth Young Master."

Su Jin quickly retreated.

On the other side, a courtyard located on the central axis of Ye Mansion.

Hong Jian was greeting two teenagers who were about thirteen or fourteen years old, the same age as Ye Yu.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Han, just now the old lady sent someone to call our young master to talk. Before he left, he ordered that the two young masters drink tea first when they come, and he will come back later."

"Okay, we got it, Miss Hongjian, you can go about your business."

After Hong Jian took the tea from the little maid and put it away, she bowed her knees and retreated.Hong Jian didn't go far, so she took the little maid and sat in the mansion outside the door, basking in the sun and talking softly.

The little servant girl couldn't help but peep at the two young noblemen in the room, and her face would turn red at one glance.

"Sister Hong Jian, which family are these two sons from?" asked a bold servant girl.

Hong Jian slightly rolled the corners of her lips, and said with a smile: "These two sons have a lot of background."

"Huh?" The little girl immediately surrounded her and urged her softly, "Sister Hong Jian, please tell me quickly, why is it that you can still be more honorable than our Ninth Master?"

Hong Jian snorted, in her heart, Master Jiu is No. 1 in heaven and earth, no matter how noble or honorable you are.

"Wearing a black sapphire satin round-neck gown with sapphire borders, like our master, the young master of Zuixianlou, Han Guanghua, who treats people kindly and kindly." Hong Jian said softly.

"Ah, the young master of the Zuixian Tower!" The little maid said in shock, "I heard from my mothers that the master of the Zuixian Tower is the richest in the world, paving the floor with gold bricks!"

With a sound of "puchi", Hong Jian laughed out loud, and said to the little maid angrily: "What nonsense, you think it's the Golden Luan Palace, paved with gold bricks!"

The little maid smiled, stuck out her pink tongue, and pointed to another handsome young man who seemed to be dressed in a dignified look and asked, "What about him? The one wearing a stone-blue brocade robe with precious flowers and carved silk?" That, who is he?"

"He!" Hong Jian said softly, "He is Lu Rongrun, the prefect of Qingzhou, the young master of Mr. Lu's residence."

The little maids clicked their tongues.

"Sister Hong Jian, the friends our grandfather made are really not easy."

If Qing Guo listened to the little maid and insisted on saying something, that would be natural, birds of a feather flock together, and people form groups!Your ninth master is tall and tall, but how can the friends he makes be short and poor?
Hong Jian smiled.

The little maids in the yard were all newly bought after they came to Qingzhou. They have never experienced the glory of the Ye family in Shengjing, so naturally they don’t know that no matter whether it is Han Guanghua or Lu Mingyang, in the eyes of the Ye family, they are actually just poor people. Zhimoliu, if it wasn't for his childhood friendship, I'm afraid that my family wouldn't even bother to socialize with them, and the masters in Beijing wouldn't even bother to give them a glimpse from the corner of their eyes!

In the room, Lu Mingyang glanced at Han Guanghua, and said with a faint smile: "Why is your ancestor willing to let you out? Didn't he want to keep you in Shengjing to talk about marriage and hug your great-grandson?"

Han Guanghua's slanting eyebrows raised slightly, and he glanced at Lu Mingyang with a half-smile, took the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then said: "Lu Mingyang, don't go around in circles, you know what I'm here for What's the matter, the meat is so big, you can't finish it alone, why don't you share it? In this way, hello, hello, hello everyone!"

"Bah!" Lu Mingyang spat at Han Guanghua, and said angrily, "Han Guanghua, do you think you have too much money? If you think you have too much money, why did you come here from Shengjing non-stop?"

The two of you talked to each other, and it could be seen from the language that Lu Mingyang was a little bit imposing, with a kind of aura in his bones.And Han Guanghua was relatively weak, but even so, he didn't give up an inch between talking and laughing, it's good not to let Lu Mingyang occupy a little bit!

"Red paper!"

Suddenly, there was a clear and crisp voice like a silver bell in the yard.

The two people who were arguing with each other stopped at the same time, turned sideways to look out, and saw that Hong Jian greeted a delicate and gentle maid who walked like a weak willow Fufeng, who was holding a big red begonia flower in her hand. Tray, in the tray... Although Lu Mingyang is well-informed, he couldn't help but ask Han Guanghua.

"What's on that plate?"

"Eat." Han Guanghua said.

"Nonsense, of course I know it's food, but what I'm asking is what kind of food it is." Lu Mingyang roared angrily.

Han Guanghua simply shut up and didn't say anything. He still knew what kind of temper this Young Master Lu had.

"Yao Huang, what is that in your hand? Is it freshly made in the kitchen?" Hong Jian asked Yao Huang.

Yao Huang looked into the room with his head, and said softly with a smile: "This is Miss Luo's new food. The fifth young master remembers Master Jiu, so let the slaves bring it to him, and let him pay for it."

"Miss Luo is here?" Hong Jian reached out to take the tray in Yao Huang's hand.

Yao Huang paused for a while, leaned over a little, and gave the tray to Hong Jian. She looked into the room with her head and asked softly, "Master Jiu is not here?"

They are all from the same mansion, and Yao Huang's little thought is to hide it from the master of the mansion.In the world, how can you not see it!
It's just that according to the old lady's love for Master Jiu, I'm afraid that after the end of this year, someone will be pointed out to teach Master Jiu's personnel affairs. The old lady also vaguely revealed that this person is Yao Huang. Therefore, even if Yao Huang is frivolous After a while, no one dared to spread anything.

"Master Jiu went to see the old lady, why didn't you meet?" Hong Jian asked strangely.

Yao Huang's face was filled with disappointment immediately, and he handed the tray to Hong Jian and said: "The old lady asked me to accompany Miss Luo, I will come to deliver it when I have time, then I will go first."

With Ye Yu not here, Yao Huang naturally didn't want to stay longer.

"Master Jiu has guests, so I won't see you off." Hong Jian said.

Yao Huang nodded, and walked out with a gloomy expression.

Hong Jian carried the tray into the room with a smile on her face. Before she could speak, Lu Mingyang had already stepped forward to take the plate in her hand, frowned and said, "What is this? Cakes are not like cakes, buns are not like Buns?"

(End of this chapter)