Yu Qingjia has a soft appearance, lively and loves to laugh, and she is not embarrassed by the maids, so the maids like to be close to her. While Yin Ping felt that it was very comfortable to serve by Yu Qingjia's side, at the same time she was envious of the big house's ostentation. The silver bottle wobbled, wanting to take any benefits, but she dared to do this because she was sure that Yu Qingjia had a good temper and would not embarrass others too much. Now Yu Qingjia's face suddenly darkened, and Yin Ping was stunned.
"Miss Six?"
However, Yu Qingjia didn't mean to be joking at all. She looked at Yin Ping coldly and said, "As a maidservant, my hands and feet are not clean. It's just that I found out that I lost the music score. If I didn't find out, are you planning to get rid of it?" Going on like this? I can't tolerate maidservants around me, so I'll tell my elders to let the matchmaker come and take you away."
Yin Ping really panicked now, she is a servant of the Yu family, serving the Yu family for generations, and even half of the families in Gaoping County are attached to the Yu family. The maidservant is the private property of the master, not to mention that Yu Qingjia just drove her away, even if she was killed, it was the same nature as breaking a vase, no one would say anything at all. The matchmaker is in the business of a wealthy family, how dare she offend the Yu family. If Yin Ping was kicked out from Yu Qingjia's place, then there was no need to even think about finding a good owner. The matchmaker would just sell Yin Ping far away, and would rather lose money than offend the Yu family. Selling it in a hurry, it is easy to know who the silver bottle will be transferred to.
Yin Ping was so scared that the blood on his face faded, he didn't care about picking a place, and knelt down on the ground with a plop: "Miss Six, it was my servant who was careless and accidentally lost Miss's piano score. But this servant never stole it. How dare you, even the servants dare not steal Miss's things!"
Losing and stealing things are obviously two different concepts. Yu Qingjia glanced at the silver bottle coldly and said, "Since you said you lost it, then kneel here and think about where you left things. After thinking about it There’s no need for you to make this trip, tell me the location, and I’ll send someone to get it. When did you figure it out, and when did you get up.”
Yin Ping's face was pale, the floor under her knees was wet and cold, and the chill went straight to her heart. After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, she turned and went back to the house. Yinzhu came out from the side room, stood on the veranda and looked at it for a while, then left with a sigh.
Yin Ping knelt in the center of the courtyard, and people coming and going on both sides would always glance at Yin Ping when they passed the gate. Yin Ping was ashamed and cold, wishing she could get into the cracks in the ground. But no matter how cold the frosty ground is, it can't compare to the coolness in Yin Ping's heart.
She was greedy for Yu Qingya's belongings, and sent Yu Qingjia's piano score to the big room. Now Yu Qingjia asked her to kneel in front of the public, and didn't let her find it by herself, only asked her to tell the place, how could Yin Ping say that she was ugly.
Yin Ping knelt on his knees from morning to dusk, and finally knelt until his lips were blue with cold, and he lost all feeling in his knees. She didn't expect Yu Qingjia to make a sudden attack. If she had known that Miss Six would be so unreasonable, she would not be so arrogant. But it's too late to say anything now, although Yin Ping used "lost" as an excuse, but she knew that she had handed over the piano score to Fourth Miss. Yu Qingjia only asked her to tell her where she lost it. Yin Ping just wanted to ask someone to ask Yu Qingya for the piano score, and then pretended to find it, but she couldn't do it. And now she is kneeling at the door, under the watchful eyes of everyone around her, she can't even let someone whisper a word.
In the evening, the autumn wind became colder and colder, and the entire Yu family mansion was shrouded in half-dark twilight. Yin Ping was cold and tired, almost fainted from the cold, when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind the door.
Yu Qingya walked into the courtyard in a grand manner with many attendants. As soon as Yu Qingya entered the door, she saw the silver bottle kneeling in the courtyard. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "Yo, what's the matter? Why is Sixth Sister so angry?"
Yin Ping's eyes lit up when he heard someone's voice: "Miss Si!"
Yin Ping didn't dare to stand up because of the gap in her status, but her kneeling position was no longer her duty, and her upper body leaned towards Yu Qingya, the pleading in her eyes was very obvious. Hearing the voice, Yu Qingjia came out of her yard slowly: "Fourth sister, what wind brought you here?"
Yu Qingya exchanged the "Music Prodigy", and after just a little trial, she felt that her fingers were more flexible than ever. It's just like scraping some powder off the pills, so what a grand occasion it will be when it's officially taken tomorrow? Yu Qingya has been familiarizing herself with the piano score all afternoon. The system buys one and gets one free, and a memory-enhancing drug is also included as a gift. In just one afternoon, Yu Qingya had memorized all the scores by heart, and tomorrow she only needed to take the "Music Prodigy" pill, without practice, and she would be able to play the entire grand and magnificent Changhong song in its entirety.
Satisfied with Yu Qingya's ambition, the maidservants watched her words and expressions, and then dared to say some funny things to Yu Qingya. After the maids talked about it, Yu Qingya knew that Yu Qingjia had found out about Yin Ping stealing the score, and now she was kneeling in the courtyard to be punished.
A mere maid, Yu Qingya doesn't care about the other party's life or death, but Yu Qingya will not let go of any opportunity to belittle Yu Qingjia and elevate herself. Yu Qingjia punished someone to kneel for a day in such a cold day, if Yu Qingya went to rescue him at this time, wouldn't it bring out her kindness and generosity even more?
Yu Qingya did as soon as she thought of it, and immediately came to show off her might in front of Yu Qingjia. Yu Qingya shook her round fan with a smile, covering the lower half of her face: "Sixth sister's words are about birthright, although you always don't appreciate it, but I, as an older sister, can't argue with you. Seeing your errands Wrong step, even if I know it’s not pleasing to do so, I’m trying to be hated by you, but I still want to remind you that our Yu family is a respectable family. Well, let's beat and scold the servants wantonly, and if it spreads, it may hurt the face of our Yu family."
"I discipline my slaves, and the fourth sister is also here to point fingers?" Yu Qingjia glanced at the restless Yin Ping, and said in a mocking tone, "Besides, this maid was punished because her hands and feet were not clean. This kind of stealing from the master's house Is it not appropriate to punish slaves who dare to pass on property to outsiders?"
Yu Qingya was indescribably proud when she heard this, and Yu Qingjia also liked Changhong's music very much, so she was so angry when she lost the piano score. It's just a loss. If tomorrow he played the Changhong song in front of Yu Qingjia, how would Yu Qingjia be surprised? Yu Qingya waved her fan slowly, smiling contentedly: "Sixth sister seems to be in a bad mood, what happened to make Sixth sister lose her temper so much? It's also my sister who practiced for tomorrow's banquet. In the afternoon, Qin didn't pay attention to Liu Mei's situation. Don't worry, Liu Mei, since I treat you as a big sister, I will always take care of you tomorrow."
There are people who are so shameless, knowing that they have plagiarized other people's things, not ashamed, but proudly ran to show off in front of the original creator. Yu Qingjia chuckled, glanced casually at Yin Ping, and said, "Fourth Sister really opened my eyes. I think this maid is a good match for Fourth Sister. It just so happens that she also wants to perch on the high branch of Fourth Sister. Why don't I just give her to Fourth Sister. A BMW and a hero complement each other perfectly."
Yu Qingjia's words were obviously a compliment, but Yu Qingya's ears always felt that something was weird. Yu Qingya frowned and was about to speak, when Yin Ping on the other side was overjoyed and had already crawled over and kowtowed to Yu Qingya: "Miss Xie, take me in."
When Yin Ping said this, it was hard for Yu Qingya to refuse. Yu Qingya swallowed her words, thinking that the big family was rich and valued, it was far from the shabby situation of the second room, but it was nothing more than raising a girl.
Yu Qingya didn't refuse, showing the appearance of a good sister, and said: "Since Sixth Sister is determined, how can I, as a sister, not follow you. Forget it, I'll keep it for you."
Yin Ping was overjoyed, endured the pain and got up from the ground, happily walking to the team of maids in the big room. She staggered a bit while walking, Yin Ping hurriedly supported the pillar to stabilize, continued to stand up straight with her head held high, and stood opposite Yin Zhu. Yu Qingya showed her kindness in a good manner. Compared with Yu Qingjia's harshness, she was satisfied and returned home with a rewarding experience. However, as soon as she turned around and took two steps, she was stopped by Yu Qingjia: "Fourth Sister."
"It's the end of October, the dew is cold and the wind is heavy, and you are still holding a round fan. Don't you think it's ridiculous to put on airs?"
After Yu Qingjia finished speaking, she turned around and left without waiting for Yu Qingya's reaction. Yu Qingya was ridiculed, and when she realized what Yu Qingjia meant, the other party had already closed the door heavily in front of her. Yu Qingya was furious, she gritted her teeth and stared at the door for a while, then threw the round fan to the ground forcefully.
The round fan embroidered with butterflies fell on the mud and became dirty in an instant. Seeing Yu Qingya lose her temper, all the maidservants dared not speak out, and lowered their heads concentratingly, not daring to look at Yu Qingya, let alone look at the fan. Yin Ping did not expect Da Fang to be so solemn, she was also affected by the atmosphere, and she dared not speak in panic.
Yu Qingya didn't even look at the round fan on the ground, and walked away with a sullen face. When she walked by, intentionally or not, the soles of her shoes just ran over the fan. Delicate, delicate and lifelike, the flower figure of Shuangdie Xi suddenly loses its brilliance and turns into mud.
Yu Qingjia returned to her yard, and ordered Yinzhu to close the door as soon as she entered. A plagiarist who is proud of being shameless, a maid who betrays her master and seeks glory, two thieves get together, and they really should be a pair of master and servant. Yu Qingjia entered the room, and as soon as she entered, she saw Murong Yan sitting at her desk, flipping through her handwriting in previous books.
Yu Qingjia's attention was immediately diverted, so she didn't care about Yu Qingya and Yin Ping's rotten couple. Yu Qingjia ran to the desk, and slammed her hands on the pages of the book: "What are you doing, why are you flipping through my things?"
Just now when Yu Qingjia went out to talk to Yu Qingya, Murong Yan sat in the room and waited. Yu Qingjia was no longer in front of him, he was bored, so he went to look through Yu Qingjia's previous things. He was having fun watching, when Yu Qingjia came back.
The voice outside is not very loud, but Murong Yan has excellent hearing ability, he can accurately hear which note is played wrong among many musical instruments, and it is not a problem to listen to the conversation separated by a wall.
That maid was already a dead person in Murong Yan's eyes, she was able to live until now because of Yu Qingjia's face. Now that Yin Ping is out of Yu Qingjia's sight, it is only a matter of time before she dies. But besides that, Murong Yan found that another woman, who seemed to be Yu Qingjia's cousin, was also very annoying.
Murong Yan couldn't help but think about it, she is Yu Qingjia's cousin, the fourth in line, and her name seems to be Yu Qingya. This is the trouble for Miss Boudoir. They have a limited scope of action and there are too many people around. If Yu Qingya dies suddenly, it may be very troublesome to deal with the aftermath.
Although Murong Yan likes to bully Yu Qingjia, but Yu Qingjia is his property, he can rub it however he likes, but how dare others? Murong Yan once again missed his former identity, so it's better to restore his power, just say it if he wants to kill someone, unlike now, if he wants to kill someone, he has to consider how to disguise it as an accident.
Yu Qingjia ran over and covered her handwriting with her hands, which also interrupted Murong Yan's thoughts. Yu Qingjia didn't know what Murong Yan was thinking at the moment. She widened her eyes and looked at him angrily: "You actually went through my things while I was away? Is this what a gentleman does..."
Halfway through Yu Qingjia's speech, she also felt that what she said was stupid. She actually expects Murong Yan to be a gentleman? He doesn't even have the basic morals of a human being. Yu Qingjia had no choice but to take the next best thing, glaring at Murong Yan ferociously, and said in an extremely righteous tone: "Let go, return the things to me, and I won't hold you accountable."
Murong Yan really wanted to knock on Yu Qingjia's brain to see what's inside, but his body remained motionless, and there was even an interesting smile in his eyes: "What if I don't?"
"I, then I strongly condemn you..."
Murong Yan really smiled. He lowered his head and continued to flip through Yu Qingjia's personal notes. Yu Qingjia found that her words were completely indifferent to Murong Yan, perhaps they were softer than a gust of wind in his ears. These books were read by Yu Qingjia when she passed the time in the past. She happened to be twelve years old when she left Yanzhou. A girl of that age was extremely sentimental, and she could feel emotional for a long time when she saw a flower. Many young girls expressed their feelings in these books. Reading it now is naturally childish and funny. But the funny premise is that she sees it for herself. Murong Yan, a man who flips through a girl's mind, completely ignores the protest of the owner of the note. Is this something human?
Yu Qingjia tried for a long time, but found that she couldn't **** the things back from Murong Yan's hands. Out of breath, she crossed the table and lay down on the table, her arms and upper body pressed directly on the long scroll. Murong Yan was placing one hand on the paper, and suddenly felt the weight on the back of his hand. Murong Yan's fingers stiffened, and he said coldly, "Let go."
"You let go!"
Yu Qingjia's upper body leaned over a few desks and pressed on the book. She crossed her arms, propped her chin with one hand, and stared at Murong Yan aggressively. The distance between the two suddenly narrowed, and Murong Yan only needed to lower his eyes to see Yu Qingjia's face. Her eyelashes are like butterfly wings, flickering subtly, scratching Murong Yan's heart agitated, he doesn't know whether to stop them or make them blink faster. Murong Yan looked down for a while, then looked away after a while. Yu Qingjia's body was completely different from his, it was incredibly soft, Murong Yan controlled himself not to think about what was pressing on the back of his hand. He said again, "Get up, sit back."
"If you don't return the things to me, I won't let them go." Yu Qingjia simply spread out her arms and put her face on the desk to completely block the entire table. Yu Qingjia's slender neck was completely exposed in front of Murong Yan, without any defense at all, delicate and white, as if it would break if it was folded.
Yu Qingjia lay on the table, her voice muffled because of this: "Anyway, you can't see it like this. If you don't return it to me, I won't get up."
Murong Yan couldn't help but look at Yu Qingjia's neck. His eyes lingered on the fair and delicate skin for a moment, and he turned his head and coughed softly.
In this position, the touch on the hand is more obvious. Murong Yan's fingers were stiff, neither moving nor moving, he could only sigh slightly and said: "Okay, I promise you. You get up and talk first."
"I don't believe you, let go first."
Murong Yan is really... He held back his temper and said, "You are on top, how can I move?"
"You can't pull it out, you are a liar. Let go first!"