Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 19 Night Party

   Not bad for money - this stumped Lin.

   She held a melon seed and thought about it seriously: "It is impossible for a person to be good at everything, it depends on what he lacks, and what is the best compensation for what he lacks."

What is missing?

   A young man with a smile on his lips flashed in his mind, and Wen Hao couldn't help but think of Prince Jing's coming to propose marriage.

   Prince Jing seems to be missing a daughter-in-law...

   This is not possible!

   "Good, good?"

  Wen Hao retracted his drifting thoughts and looked at his mother.

   "What are you thinking? Do we owe a favor?"

  Wen shook his head hurriedly: "No."

   Although she is willing to take responsibility, it does not include compensating herself.

  Thinking about it carefully, it is not that everything went smoothly for Prince Jing, at least he did not escape the disaster in his previous life. She was reborn to take a little advantage, and on the premise of self-protection, she tried to give some help to Prince Jing, which could be considered to make up for her unintentional loss.

   Having said that, Prince Jing was too frightened.

  Wen felt so guilty, but couldn't help but complain a little.

  The mother and daughter returned to the Wen residence, and saw Wen Ping, the steward, circling in the courtyard.

   "What's wrong with Wen Guanshi?" Lin stopped and asked.

  Wen Ping put away his anxious look, lowered his head and said, "Old slave lost a purse..."

   "Is there a lot of silver in it?"

   "That's not true, but the purse was given by the stinky boy from the old slave's house—" He said, and glanced in the direction of Wen Hao.

   "If this is the case, Steward Wen will look for it carefully." Lin shi nodded understandingly, and walked forward with sister Wen Hao.

At the moment when    and Wen Ping passed by, Wen Hao said lightly, "Why don't you go to the garden to find it, I remember you went there yesterday."

  Wen Ping hurriedly showed a grateful expression: "Thank you Er girl for reminding me, this old slave will go there and see."

  Wen Hao nodded and left with Lin.

Lin returned to the main courtyard. When the two sisters parted at the crossroads, Wen Chan discussed in a low voice: "Second sister, shall we go there tomorrow? My grandmother found out that she has a heart attack. I'm worried that she will suddenly be unable to bear the news. ."

   "Then go the day after tomorrow."

   The day after, is the day when my father took the initiative to showdown.

  He first went to Mahua Hutong and took the mother and son back to the mansion directly.

  Wen Chan hesitated: "The day after tomorrow is not much different from tomorrow."

"Don't worry, eldest sister, I specifically asked the genius doctor today. The genius doctor said that as long as my grandmother takes Jinxiang Pills on time, there will be no problem. When my grandmother gets used to the pills today and tomorrow, I will give more groundwork when I talk about it the day after. Comforting aside, it shouldn't matter."

   "You can't be stimulated by heart disease—" Wen Chan couldn't be relieved.

   said it doesn't matter, if the grandmother can't bear the accident, who can bear it?

   "Eldest sister, don't you know better than me, father will bring the mother and son to the world sooner or later. Rather than waiting for father to act suddenly and make grandmother and mother unprepared, we might as well take the initiative."

  Wenchan understood that what her sister said was reasonable, pondered for a while, and nodded.

   "Sister, then I'll go back to Yingju."

  Wen Chan took Wen Hao's hand.

   "Is there anything else, eldest sister?"

  Wen Chan looked complicated: "Second sister, are you... looking forward to your father's repentance?"

  Wen Hao was stunned for a while.

  Hope your father repent? It would be better to hope that he was struck by lightning.

   Seeing that her sister was silent, Wen Chan put her tone softly: "Just seeing that Chang Hui is older than me, don't have such expectations for your father. In the future, let's console our mother more, and beware of the Chang Hui brothers and sisters stirring up the wind and the rain. The most important thing."

   "Don't worry, big sister, I understand."

   "Then the second sister, go back and have a good rest."

After    parted with Wen Chan, Wen Hao turned to the garden.

  The garden of Wen Mansion is much smaller than that of General Mansion. Wen Hao saw Wen Ping walking back and forth anxiously at a glance.

  She walked past Wen Ping without looking sideways, towards a rockery.

  Wen Ping looked left and right at no one, and quickly followed.

   "Wen is in charge of anything?" Leaning against the rock, Wen Hao's tone was cold.

  Wen Ping plopped down on his knees: "Second girl, help!"

  Wen Hao looked down at the man lying on the ground, but did not speak for a while.

   "Second girl, please save Yun'er, the old slave promises to listen to you in the future!"

  The girl's calm voice came from above: "Didn't I give you a thousand taels of silver to redeem your son?"

  Wen Ping raised his head, his face extremely ugly: "That little beast...little beast..."

   "Wen Stewards and speak slowly."

Wen Ping thumped the ground hard and cried, "This old slave got the second girl's money yesterday, thinking about at least letting that little **** stay in the hands of those people for a night to suffer, otherwise he would think that the old slave's money is easy to come by. , so I went to redeem people today, and the result—"

   He paused: "When the old slave handed over the bank notes to those people, they didn't let them go."

   "They want to default?"

   "They said they had nothing to do and gambled money, and that **** owed them another five hundred taels of silver!" Wen Ping was ashes as he was ashes and burst into tears.

   "Ling Lang is really ignorant." The girl looked regretful, but the corners of her lips curled up.

   This regrettable follow-up was known to her in her previous life.

   At that time, when he met Wen Ping, his face was so ugly that he turned around in a hurry. As for how to block the hole later, she didn't care about it. She thought that she had to rely on her good father.

  Because she knew this, she happily gave the thousand taels.

   With a thousand taels as bait, Wen Ping will be the first person who thinks of her when he encounters trouble that he cannot solve.

   "Second girl, please help the old slave again, those people said that if they can't raise the money this time, they will cut off his hand!"

   "Did they give a deadline?"

   "Seven days, the money must be collected within seven days," Wen Ping said, wishing to slap himself.

   Why was he so obsessed with wanting that beast to suffer? If he redeemed the man earlier, there would be nothing left.

   It's too late to regret now, so I can only count on the second girl.

   "Seven days—" Wen Hao smiled slightly, "That's okay, after seven days, steward Wen will come to me to get the money."

   "Thank you Er girl, thank you Er girl!" Wen Ping kowtowed again and again.

   "It's not necessary for Wen to do this. I'm happy to help you because of your good conscience." Wen Hao didn't look back and went to Luoyingju.

  Wen Ping sat on the ground, motionless for a long time.

   At this moment, he knew very well that there was no turning back except following the second girl.

   When we arrived at Luoyingju, Baozhu served flower tea.

  Wen Hao took it, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Don't worry about it now."

  Baozhu's eyes were bright: "As long as you follow the girl, the maid has nothing to worry about."

   "Then go get ready and meet my cousin in the evening."

   In the blink of an eye, a crescent moon quietly hung over the treetops, and the Wen Mansion, shrouded in darkness, seemed more tranquil than before.

  Wen Rusheng sat alone in the house, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, so he simply got up and went to his son.

  The courtyard is empty, and there is no light in the house.

   "Why didn't Feng'er come back at night." Wen Rusheng muttered, and turned around in disappointment.

   Just then, the candles in the house lit up.

   (end of this chapter)