Jiang Xuening is sitting outside, thinking about the affairs of Yan Lin and Zhou Yinzhi, but he doesn't care much about the inner voice.
Just hear the curtain ring, look up, Jiang Boyou has come out.
She immediately stood up, first politely, and then said, "I've met my father." then she said, "it's really a shame for my daughter to disturb my father because of these little things..."
Jiang Boyu felt more comfortable now. He waved his hand and said, "the servants in your yard are not like servants, and the master is not like masters. It's long time ago that you should take them away..."
"Cough!"
Before he finished, Chang Zhuo coughed twice.
Jiang Boyou looked at him and saw that he shook his head slightly. Then he woke up for a moment.
It's been four years since Xuening came back to her home. What she looks like is in front of their eyes.
The maid in the room is not clean. Doesn't she know?
It's obvious.
But these servants, no matter how much they are behind her back, in front of her face are two girls long and two girls short. They surround her in the middle and hold her in their hands, as if she is a unique existence in the world.
She was just following these people.
In the final analysis, the child came back from the farm. Wanniang was gone, and she was not close to Meng. When she first came to Beijing, there was no one she knew. She looked pampered on the outside, but she was fragile and sensitive on the inside.
The weaker the inside is, the more external things are needed to support it.
After all, Jiang Boyou is a person who can achieve the third grade in the imperial court, not to mention being in charge of such a vital real job as the household department. He can understand many things, and this daughter is no exception.
So in the past, even when he saw her conniving at the servants in that room, he advised Meng not to treat them first, for fear that a bad food would hurt Xuening's heart and make her feel that the government was all aimed at her.
Today, I don't know what's infuriating her. She wants to move and find him.
But the more so, the less enthusiastic he was about it.
If she manages it herself, if others rush in and scold the people in her room, I don't know how much she wants to think about it. If others help her scold her, it won't work.
Jiang Boyou thought that it would be better to retreat than to advance, then he suddenly changed his words and said, "but you usually protect them. I think you serve them well. It's common for people in the house to have dirty hands and feet, but you have to come to your father to help you with justice and take care of the people in the house. In fact, it's just to deal with it in the house. How can we make such a big fuss? "
It's a smooth and natural turn.
Jiang Xuening listened and looked at Jiang Boyou quietly for a moment. She saw the clue and turned around: "the father's words are reasonable. It's the daughter's thoughtlessness. Then she will go back to the house and take care of her own food?"
"Ah, ah! Don't
How did she react differently from what she thought?
When you hear someone talking for these servant girls, shouldn't you be more angry and want to punish them more severely?
Jiang Boyou was caught off guard by her sentence. Seeing her posture of turning around to leave, he didn't think much about it. As soon as he reached out his hand, he quickly grabbed the person and showed a soothing smile: "tell me about you. You've all come. How can dad let you go back to take care of yourself? It should be noted that I am in charge of the Ministry of accounts in the imperial court. I can't see these dirty hands and feet! How to run a country if there are not all families? Don't let your father be wronged! "
It's good to have said that earlier. I'm going to play to make progress!
Her father is really
Jiang Xuening's lips were slightly and imperceptibly scratched, but it was hard to find fun, and then he suddenly felt a sense of unhappiness.
When I was a girl in the house, even if my servant girl was not good, I couldn't cause any serious trouble. If I had any trouble, I could basically deal with it. But after she married Shen Yu, she didn't treat her badly, but she didn't take care of everything for her like Yan Lin. At that time, she was in such a dangerous place as the palace. No matter how bad she was, she was forced to move forward step by step by the environment.
Slowly sharpened a calm mind and the wrist to deal with people.
But at that time, she was different from her when she was young.
Jiang Boyou looked at her and felt that her eyes seemed to have some subtle changes. He was curious and asked, "in the past, you were very generous to them. Your mother and I were worried. Why did you suddenly change your mind today?"
Jiang Xuening thinks that he has changed a lot.
It's better to have a decent explanation.
Lift Mou to turn to read, her face does not change color, heart does not jump tunnel: "Yan Lin teaches."
Oh.
That son of a bitch who always turns over their walls
Jiang Boyou sniffed the words and picked up his beard. He snorted in his heart and showed a thoughtful face.
In a short while, Jiang Xuening's house that group of servant girl old woman son all took to.
They all shake like chaff, and their faces are earth colored.Jiang Boyou thought that there were still guests in the inner room. He was afraid of making too much noise, so he ordered people to move two chairs and put them under the eaves outside the study. All he did was ask all the servant girls to kneel in the yard.
A lot of servants in the house knew about the noise and quietly peeped out their heads under the walls and on the veranda.
Led by Wang Xingjia, all the people in Jiang Xuening's room couldn't believe what they had experienced in less than half an hour: first, the two girls who had been coaxed by them suddenly called them into the room, and then asked them to hand in all the things they had taken before without warning. They only denied it for a round and thought they were the two girls Even if they had to be punished, they would reason with them, but without saying a word, they turned around and told the master, pulled them all out and knelt here?
Wang Xingjia's is even worse.
As soon as Jiang Xuening came back to ask for the bracelet, she was shocked. She felt that the second girl, who had been "obedient" to her before, suddenly didn't play cards according to common sense. She couldn't understand what she was thinking and why she suddenly changed.
Jiang Xuening now has Jiang Boyu's support. He just raised his hand and ordered lian'er: "go and get two big boxes."
Lian'er went to fetch it and put it on the ground according to Jiang Xuening's instructions.
Jiang Xuening then took the tea from Chang Zhuo next to him, blew it gently, took a sip, and then put it down and said, "I've already said that when I was in the room just now. If someone takes my things, it's better to find them early and put them back. I can let bygones be bygones."
In full view of the public, and the master watching, the bottom completely silent.
None of the Wangs dare to speak.
Behind a little girl pushed her, her heart hate very, also bear silent, just want to wait to get through the current difficulties and then back to clean up the little girl skin.
Jiang Xuening saw that they still refused to speak, so she laughed.
But she doesn't talk much either.
People kneeling, she sat, hot tea to drink, cakes to eat, what's the rush?
In the middle of the yard were hard bluestone slabs. Although these servant girls were not spoiled, most of them were delicate and had not suffered much.
It's OK to kneel for a while. After a long time, some people can't stand it.
People kneel on the ground, knees began to move, the body began to shake, forehead and back are soaked in sweat.
Finally, a servant girl couldn't help it. She was so anxious and angry that she kowtowed to the ground and pretended to be wronged: "the second girl really wronged me. When I was waiting for you in the past, who didn't try her best to make you happy, and everyone knew what your temper was. Who dares to be a demon in front of you? Isn't that her own death? But the slaves thought, the slaves are good to the master, and the master will love them. Who would have thought that if the second girl had thought of it, she would have even put the hat of stealing the master's things on the slaves' heads! If you want to take out an account book and confront the maidservants one by one, they may be convinced. But the servants in the room didn't know that you didn't count your own things. It's all up to the maidservants. Today, it is said that if there is less in the box, there will be less. If there is more, there will be more. It depends on your mouth. All the maidservants come from humble backgrounds. Where can I get the money to fill the gap for you? "
What a black and white mouth.
It was the one who had refuted her in the room before.
If it wasn't for her delicate and precious hands, Jiang Xuening would have smoked them for her now.
It was expected that she would not produce evidence.
Especially when she didn't count her own things, they all knew that if she killed this one, she could still beat Jiang Xuening: it's important to know that she is indulgent. If she wants to make friends with others, it's not clear?
"You want proof, don't you?" Jiang Xuening's two thin eyebrows were lowered, and a smile had been put on her lips. Her voice was leisurely. "In the past, I thought you were good or bad, and I knew who was the master in the room. I didn't expect that you would dare to contradict me now. Do you really think I don't count in my heart? "
Everyone was stunned.
Even the only two have not been led to stand in the side of the lotus son and Tang son didn't react.
Jiang Xuening took a look at the two girls. Her eyes moved from lian'er to tang'er. With a slight flash, she said, "tang'er, take the account book."
At this time, lian'er was very confused: the girl had an account book. How could she not know?
Even the steadier tang'er was at a loss.
But Jiang Xuening didn't leave her at a loss for too long: "I counted the next chapter from the top of the bookshelf before 12 p.m.
Red envelope 15 words, remember to score.