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"Little Marquis, do you really not want to go out?" She asked Situ Jun.
Situ Jun never expected her to be so bold, does she still have the duty of a maid? He looked at her coldly: "Push me back!"
He wore a black robe, and because of his pale skin and thin figure, he looked sullen and menacing in the room. However, at the moment the wheelchair was parked at the door, half of his body was exposed to the sun, and the bright light hit his face, which made him look a little fragile and helpless.
Those gloom and ferocity seemed to be driven back by the sun, and in his eyes at this moment, there was only a strong indifference and a faint fear.
Song Yingying has a slight face control. Situ Jun is so good-looking, he almost inherited 80% of Mrs. Hou's beauty, and the remaining 20% ??is his own, which is the toughness that belongs only to boys. This is a very good-looking boy who will never make people mistake his gender.
She sensed his fear and resistance, and couldn't bear to force him anymore.
With a flick of the painting fan, he pulled the wheelchair back.
The bright light receded from the eyes, and the frightening heat was far away. When Situ Jun returned to the familiar environment, he immediately felt safe. However, in addition to being safe, there is also a faint feeling of sadness and reluctance.
He pursed his lips, and returned to the gloomy young master: "You send the painting fan to the madam." After thinking about it, he took off a jade pendant from his waist and handed it to Song Yingying: "Take this , Madam will believe you."
The painting fan knelt down with a "plop", and cried, "Young Master, please spare this servant!"
When Situ Jun heard her voice, his thin and pale face twisted slightly, a look of hostility welled up in his eyes, and his fingers clattered gently on the armrest of the wheelchair. However, he didn't say a word, just looked at her, and he didn't even bother to talk to her.
Painting Fan raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, sobbed and stood up, and walked outside.
After hearing Song Yingying's report, Mrs. Hou's pretty face was full of anger, her knuckles turned white due to too much force on the handkerchief, she looked at the painting fan and asked, "Why did you do this?"
The painting fan cried and begged for mercy: "This servant has lost his mind for a while, and has done something stupid. I beg Madam to spare this servant!"
Mrs. Hou is not a soft-hearted person. When she thought of how this lowly servant twisted her son's reputation in private, she looked at the painting fan as if she wanted to eat her. There was a moment of ferocity and distortion on the face, and then she suppressed it.
She is a Mrs. Hou who has learned how to manage expressions very well.
"Drag it out." She squeezed it out between her teeth, "Hit a hundred boards!"
As soon as the words fell, Hua Fan almost fell down crying: "I beg my wife to give this poor servant a good time!"
A hundred boards, even a man can't bear it, Mrs. Hou is going to beat her to death!
"Gag up, pull it down!"
Mrs. Hou hated what Hua Fan did in private, she was so angry that she insisted on beating her to death in public. As a warning to others, let's see who dares to speak out about the master in the future!
The painting fan was dragged down.
Song Yingying did not plead for her. As a native of ancient times, Hua Fan has worked as a maid in Yong'an Hou Mansion for many years. She knows best what to say and what not to say; what to do and what not to do. She did such a thing out of selfishness, and she should have expected the consequences. Now that the incident happened, she would have to bear the price.
"As for you" Mrs. Hou shifted her gaze to Song Yingying. There was neither praise nor blame on her face, making it hard to see what she was going to say for a while.
Song Yingying didn't wait for her to speak, she patted her chest and said: "This is what a servant girl should do! This servant girl has said long ago that she must be dedicated to the young master! The servant girl will not let go of anyone or anything that is not good for the young prince! "
"Bold!" A nanny standing behind Mrs. Hou scolded, "The master didn't ask you to speak, how dare you steal the words! If you committed the first offense, I won't punish you this time, and I will never forgive you next time!"
Song Yingying lowered her head: "Yes, this servant has remembered."
There were three "bah" in my heart, she is not a slave, she is a cute little baby, she is just acting.
"Go back and serve the little Marquis well." Mrs. Hou said, motioning for the nanny to return the jade pendant to Song Yingying.
Song Yingying took it over and patted her chest to express her loyalty: "Madam, don't worry! This servant will definitely take good care of the young master! Make sure he eats enough, sleeps soundly, and goes out for a stroll from time to time, such as going to the garden to see flowers!"
"What if you can't do it?" Mrs. Hou asked.
It's a tough job. It has to be a tough job. If Song Yingying?He yelled, "Drag out this imprisoned servant girl!"
A few shadows loomed from the door.
Song Yingying stood at the door with her hips akimbo: "I'll see who dares to come in!"
Several servants thought of Madam Hou's orders, and thought to themselves, whether Madam Hou is older than Young Master Hou, or they should listen to Madam Hou.
If you offend the young master, at most you won't be able to work in this yard. But if Madam Hou is offended, the Hou Mansion will not be able to stay any longer. Therefore, they all retracted their heads.
Situ Jun looked at this scene in disbelief, and then shouted loudly: "Come on! I say come! Are they all dead!"
"Stop shouting." Song Yingying turned her head to persuade him while unraveling the thick gauze, "They all listen to me. You will live by my face in the future. How about it, I thought that if you leave a painting fan, your life will be easier Have you? Three words for you I think too much!"
Situ Jun was furious!
Song Yingying, who was quick in her hands and feet, had already removed two pieces of gauze. Bright light came in from the window, making Situ Jun unable to open his eyes. He hadn't seen the sun for a long time, and now he was very uncomfortable being exposed to the strong light. He raised his sleeve to block the light, and shouted: "Stop! I tell you to stop! Can't you hear me!"
He sat quietly in the wheelchair, and when he was plunged into the darkness, he had a gloomy, gloomy, and world-weary temperament. Stimulated by the bright light at this moment, he actually showed a bit of bewilderment and panic.
Song Yingying tore down a window, and that was all. If he really hurt his eyes, it won't be good.
She clapped her hands, walked in front of Situ Jun, and looked at him with a smile: "Want to hit me? Hey, I'll show you my face. Hit me."
A pair of pink cheeks came together, the skin was crystal clear, white and rosy. She has long eyelashes, like two rows of small fans, flickering. The brows were raised slightly, looking a little sly.
The tip of his nose smelled a little girl's unique fragrance, which made Situ Jun startled. When the painting fan was waiting by his side before, he never paid attention to it once.
"Don't fight? Does that mean you don't get angry?" Song Yingying glanced at him out of the corner of her eye when she saw that he was not moving.
Situ Jun sneered coldly, a daring maid, did she come to dominate him?
Although he doesn't hit women, he still needs to give her some flair.
He held out his hand
"I can't hit it!" Almost when he moved, she quickly backed away and made a face at him, "Slightly slightly!"
Situ Jun was ashamed and angry! He was actually teased by a maid!
"Come here!" he shouted.
Song Yingying snorted and walked towards him again: "Come on, try again."
As soon as the words fell, before Situ Jun reached out, she quickly backed away: "I still can't hit it! I just can't hit it! Just a little bit!"
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