"Don't be like that devil king of the second household. He only knows how to eat the rouge and lipstick on the servant girls 'mouths all day long.”
"If Grandma finds out, she'll definitely skin me carefully!”
Ping 'er smiled.
As he spoke, he helped Jia Ying put on her clothes.
Jia Ying was speechless.
Could it be that Jia Baoyu could eat rouge and lipstick, but he, Jia Ying, couldn't?
"Your room is really cold!”
"Tomorrow, when the manor is cleaned up, pack your things and move over.”
Jia Ying had not forgotten.
The emperor still owed him a duke's mansion.
Originally, the main house of Rong Mansion had been occupied by Jia Zheng and his wife, so the courtyard where Jia Ying lived was not big.
As the place was small, there was no place for the maids to stay.
Therefore, only Ping 'er served by his side.
In the future, Ping 'er could be considered the master of the second household. He couldn't afford to eat and wear like a servant girl. That would be too unfair to Ping' er.
Ping 'er was extremely happy when she heard this.
A master was a master.
A servant girl was a servant girl.
There was a difference in essence.
There was no servant girl in Rong Mansion who did not want to be their master.
Furthermore, he was following Jia Ying.
He finished packing.
Jia Ying saw a young girl of about twelve or thirteen years old standing at the end of the corridor. She was wearing a plain cotton jacket, her shoulders seemed to be cut, and her waist was as plain as silk.
He had a round oval face, black eyes, and slightly red cheeks.
A bag with a sea of clouds on it was packed to the brim.
She would also be a seductress in the future.
"This is Lai Mama's servant girl, Qingwen. What do you think?”Ping 'er bent down beside Jia Ying and muttered.
Then, Ping 'er waved at the little servant girl.
Only then did Qingwen enter with small steps.
Jia Ying sat at the table, sipping tea as she sized him up.
He only saw it clearly when he got closer.
She had a delicate nose and cherry lips, and her thin lips were slightly curled up. She couldn't help but want to taste the rose red rouge. Her slender waist swayed back and forth as she walked.。
If one didn't know which manor she was in, one would think that she was a young mistress.
"Greetings, Third Master Ying!"
Qingwen bowed and greeted him.
Only then did he see that she had two fingernails on her hand, two to three inches long, and there was a carmine color dyed with balsam flowers.
It really fulfilled the saying,"Your heart is higher than the sky, but your body is lower!" Elegant and dexterous, attracting resentment!"
Which servant girl would have such long nails?
How could it be convenient to work?
Perhaps he had sensed Jia Ying's suspicion.
Ping 'er quickly whispered,"
"I've long heard that Qingwen is good at needlework and is also a smart person.”
Ping 'er was just too kind.
He was afraid that Jia Ying would send Qingwen back.
However…
Jia Ying already knew what kind of person Qingwen was. Her temper was a little bad, but she was a straightforward and loyal person.
Especially at such a young age.
When she grew up, she would be a romantic beauty.
"Tsk tsk ~ Ping Er, don't you think this little hooligan looks a bit like Miss Lin?”
Jia Ying's words made Ping 'er fall silent.
He sized it up carefully.
The more he looked at her, the more she looked like her.
There is a saying: sunny is Dai Ying, Xi is hairpin deputy.
It was indeed true today.
Who knew that Qingwen, this little girl, pouted her thin lips and said resentfully,"
"I have a name, Qingwen!"
"She's not a little hooligan, and she doesn't look like anyone. Qingwen is Qingwen.”
Jia Ying, who was drinking tea, suddenly had a strange expression on her face.
He slowly raised his head and stared at Qingwen's pretty face.
In the end, Qingwen could not resist Jia Ying's brazen gaze and could only turn her head away.
He secretly sized her up from the corner of his eye.
Jia Ying was originally chatting and laughing with Ping 'er.
At this moment, his expression was cold.
Jia Ying slowly stood up with his hands behind his back. His black and gold embroidered python robe accentuated his tiger body and wolf waist, giving him a heroic aura.
His handsome features looked like they were carved out.
Even the arrogant Qingwen was shocked by Jia Ying's appearance.
He thought to himself, This is what a proper noble son should be like.
The heroic and noble aura in his every move.
It was suffocating.
He felt inferior!
Qingwen, who had always been arrogant, lowered her head unconsciously.
Jia Ying pondered for a while and sneered,
"You're so eloquent, but have you ever heard of the saying 'your heart is higher than the sky, but your life is thinner than paper'?”
"Of course, I won't use my power to bully and make things difficult for a little servant girl like you. If your grandmother sees you tomorrow, you know that I'm a fierce person.”
Hearing this.
Qingwen immediately pursed her lips and did not dare to speak.
In ancient society, the fate of women was very tragic, especially those from poor families.
To be able to earn a living as a maid in a rich family.
It was definitely a job that all women of the same age and their families envied.
Once they left the noble house of the Marquis Manor.
She was afraid that she would have to do some dirty and tiring work, and she would have to listen to her husband's beating, scolding, and bullying.
Unlike the servant girls in the residence who were all dressed in gold and silver, wearing silk and satin.
Qingwen was frightened.
Ping 'er quickly spoke up for him.
He was afraid of angering Jia Ying.
Jia Ying shook her head, indicating that she wouldn't get angry over such a small matter.
He was just reminding Qingwen.
There were not many fans in his room for Qingwen to tear.
A servant girl was a servant girl!
A master was a master!
Otherwise, he would cause trouble for him in the residence in the future!
"Ping 'er will go and find Zhao mama and tell her to buy a few maids who can endure hardship and serve others! Don't worry about spending money!"
Jia Ying instructed as he fastened his sword and prepared to leave.
According to his understanding.
On the market, buying a maidservant would cost less than four or five taels of silver.
It was enough to show the purchasing power of silver.
The poverty of humans!
If he could even spend a thousand taels of silver, he could directly buy a few lives.
Qingwen, who was at the side, lowered her head and jumped in shock.
She thought that Jia Ying wanted to chase her back.
She immediately said aggrievedly,
"Not only can I serve tea and water, but I'm also very good at needlework. I also do laundry and cooking at Mama Lai's house. I'm not as pampered as Master says.”
He paused.
Qingwen felt that it was not safe.
He continued.
"And I can read!"
"When Master is reading and writing, I can help Master grind ink.”
After all, grinding was not something that ordinary people could do.
People who didn't know how to write couldn't be polished at all. They would only cause trouble for those who wrote.
After all, writing and grinding had a rhythm.
Not everyone could do this job.
Jia Ying was also slightly surprised.
He didn't expect Qingwen to be literate. In this way, she could be considered one of the best in the servant girl class.
He looked at Qingwen's flustered appearance.
Jia Ying shook her head and smiled bitterly.
He only explained to Ping Er,
"After all, she is a maid sent by the Old Lady.”
"It's fine to do small things like serving tea and adding fragrance to the red sleeves. If she were to really do the laundry and cook, it would be disrespecting the old lady!”
"Qingwen, stay behind.”
Hearing this.
Qingwen and Ping 'er both heaved a sigh of relief.
Qingwen, on the other hand, looked at Jia Ying's back as he walked away with one hand on his sword. His figure was tall and handsome, and she was inexplicably happy.
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