Chapter 7 Sharing (Revised) It seems that it is not just the government that needs to be re-educated...
The maid Lan Yi has worked in the Yan Mansion for decades, and it can be said that she has watched Yan Jing grow up.
From the serious little master who grew up to the gentle and elegant young man, she clearly remembered every step of Yan Jing's growth.
Therefore, she is also happy to share with other sisters.
"I've said it before, Lord Yan has never been so attentive to a woman. Miss Liu Qing will definitely come back!"
Lan Yi held her head high, looked disdainfully at the other maids who were casting admiring glances at her, and held out her palm: "Where's my five cents? Hand it all over!"
The maids around were willing to admit defeat and handed in their own bets: "Aunt Lan still understands Master Yan."
As Lan Yi was collecting the money with a smile on her face, a young maid beside her asked casually while eating sunflower seeds, "Do you think Miss Liu will be the wife of our Prime Minister?"
"I don't know about that. Miss Liu seems to be the daughter of a merchant, right?" The slightly plump maid took some melon seeds from the young maid's palm, "Will Lord Yan care about her background?"
"I don't know if Lord Yan cares or not, but Miss Liu seems to like Lord Prime Minister very much." Lan Yi recalled the situation after Liu Qing came back, "I often see her standing in front of the mansion gate waiting for Lord to come down from court."
"So they are in love?" the plump maid exclaimed, and she ate melon seeds a little faster. "Then the wedding date is not far away?"
"If Miss Liu could become the Prime Minister's wife, we would be very happy, right?" The young maid's thoughts began to fly, with a look of longing on her face. "The last time I saw Miss Liu, she smiled and greeted me. She didn't act like a master at all."
"It's not certain once you become the mistress of the household. Have you ever heard of 'a new official starts with three things'? You will inevitably have to establish your authority." Lan Yizheng was speaking when she looked up at the sky and realized that it was approaching 9 o'clock.
"I won't talk to you anymore. I have to go deliver food to Lord Yan." Lan Yi carefully wrapped the bet she won in a handkerchief, and then hurried to the kitchen.
The farmhand maid was familiar with the Yan Mansion. She crossed the small bridge over the carp pond and came to the back kitchen of Yan Mansion.
Lan Yi pushed open the door and said before she saw anyone: "Uncle Zhao, I'm here to get the adults' lunch..."
The words got stuck in my throat.
The midday sun shines through the carved wooden window, gently pouring into this room full of fireworks. The light gently caresses the girl's skin, like white porcelain sprinkled with gold powder.
The girl heard Lan Yi's voice, raised her amber eyes to meet her surprise, and smiled: "Auntie Lan."
Lan Yi only came back to her senses after hearing Wen Ying's astonished expression and quickly bowed, "Good afternoon, Miss."
While greeting, he lowered his eyes to the lunch box in the girl's hand and asked, "What are you doing...?"
Wen Ying looked down in the direction of her gaze, and realizing what Lan Yi meant, she chuckled and said softly, "Lord Yan has been very kind to me, so I wanted to make some snacks for him. It just so happened that Uncle Zhao's lunch was ready, so I thought of taking them over as well."
After saying that, he suddenly remembered that this seemed to be Lan Yi's job, and said with worry in his eyes: "I hope I didn't cause you any trouble."
Theoretically, it is not possible, but Lan Yi looked at the exquisite pastries in Wen Ying's box. The delicate white cakes were decorated with golden osmanthus flowers, just like the girl herself.
It's obvious that it has been prepared for a long time.
Lan Yi couldn't bear it, but then she thought about Yan Jing's attitude towards her and felt that her master would not blame her and might even be happy.
His mood changed, he smiled comfortingly, waved his hand and said: "How could that be? Young lady is willing to share some of the burden with us servants, we are so happy. Lord Yan will definitely be happy too."
"That's good." Wen Ying breathed a sigh of relief and smiled warmly, "Then I'll deliver it to Lord Yan now. Aunt Lan, you go ahead and get busy."
Lan Yi moved aside to make way for Wen Ying. It was not until the girl had walked more than ten steps away that she suddenly remembered that she had never told Liu Qing her name.
But she seemed to know all the servants in the mansion well.
Wen Ying walked towards Yan Jing's study room with the lunch box in her hand with ease. She passed by a few servants, who saw that it was her, still holding the lunch box in her hand, and said nothing.
When she stood in front of the door, Wen Ying raised her hand and knocked on the door three times. Then she heard a deep voice from inside the house: "Come in."
She pushed the door open and entered the room, looking up she was met with eyes as deep as ink.
The sandalwood incense wafted up from the corner of the table. The man sat behind a desk covered with official documents and scrolls. He propped his chin up and looked up. The upturned corners of his eyes showed a hint of gloom.
Yan Jing's eyes fell on the lunch box the girl was carrying. His eyes darkened, but a gentle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Miss Liu, how come you have time to come here today?"
Ever since she brought Liu Qing back home, she would run into him every now and then, sometimes admiring the flowers under a tree, sometimes feeding the fish by the pond, and she would find all kinds of excuses to do so.
He had enough headaches to deal with.
But this time, he never allowed outsiders to enter the study, so why was Liu Qing able to come in?
Yan Jing felt that the servants in the mansion might need to be re-taught the rules.
Wen Ying didn't know what Yan Jing was thinking. She picked up the lunch box hanging on her arm and smiled, "Sir, you've been busy all morning. It's time to eat."
"I actually forgot the time. Thanks to Miss Liu." Yan Jing put the brush aside, calmly closed the official document in his hand, stood up and walked towards the wooden table where Wen Ying was serving the dishes.
Uncle Zhao is also an elder in the mansion. His cooking skills and plating methods have become his specialties, so Yan Jing noticed the unique osmanthus cake in the corner at a glance.
The combination of milky white and golden color, with the exquisite imprint of the osmanthus tree in the pavilion, vividly displays the girl's youthful thoughts.
So much effort has been put in, and there has been diligent preparation in the past few days.
I'm afraid I'll have to make some requests today.
"Miss Liu, thank you for your concern." Yan Jing retracted his gaze and looked at Wen Ying gently, "Next time, let the servants in the mansion handle these trivial matters."
"It's okay, I just want to do something for you, sir..." Wen Ying shyly turned her head away, her ears slightly red, and her eyes seemed to pass over Yan Jing's desk inadvertently.
Yan Jing is the prime minister of the dynasty and the head of civil officials, so will he handle his father's case?
Yan Jing's eyes fell on that touch of red and he lowered his eyes slightly.
If it were a few days ago, he might have let his guard down because of the girl's blushing, but that was impossible now.
"Thank you very much, Miss Liu." Yan Jing said this, and showed an apologetic expression, "But the rules of the mansion are strict, I need to send someone to taste the food first, please forgive me."
Damn it, he’s been so diligent these days and still wants to test for poison?
Wen Ying cursed the sensitive scholar in her heart, but on the surface she just smiled and shook her head, and said gently and considerately: "Of course I don't mind, please do as you please, sir."
The servant who had been standing beside him for a long time stepped forward, lowered his head and tasted the dishes one by one, including the plate of osmanthus cake.
After making sure everything was fine, Yan Jing picked up his chopsticks, picked up the food, and ate elegantly.
After watching Yan Jing take a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Wen Ying curved her eyes and curled her lips, asking casually, "Master Yan, have you been busy with official duties recently?"
Here it comes.
Yan Jing pretended not to hear the test in her words, and just said calmly: "Serving the court and the people is not a busy job."
Tsk.
Wen Ying twisted her handkerchief, looking embarrassed. She looked at Yan Jing for a few times, hesitant to speak, and finally, as if she had made up her mind, she spoke:
"Sir Yan, I may not have told you that my family is from Jiangzhou. We are new to the capital and are unfamiliar with the place, so I would like to ask if you can introduce us to some nobles in the capital?"
Too straightforward. Her intelligence doesn't seem to apply to social skills.
Yan Jing analyzed the situation calmly, but sighed softly and put on a helpless expression: "I don't go out often, and I don't have a deep friendship with most people in Beijing, so if the young lady wants me to introduce you, I really can't help."
An obvious refusal.
Wen Ying's heart sank, knowing that all her efforts over the past few days had been wasted.
The veins on her forehead throbbed, but she still forced herself to stay awake and chatted with Yan Jing about some family matters.
Just as Wen Ying was planning her next move, a young man's voice suddenly appeared outside the door, and hurriedly said, "Master Yan, Bu Xingde has a new ..."
As soon as Geng You ran into the study, he saw his master having lunch with the girl, and what he was about to say came to a halt.
Yan Jing sighed calmly and raised his hand to rub his brows.
It seems that it is not only the servants in the mansion who need to be educated again, but also his own guests who need to be taught the rules.
He had selectively concealed the truth in order to prevent his subordinates from being exposed, but it had the opposite effect.
"What's wrong?" Wen Ying grabbed the name he had just mentioned - Bu Xingde.
This name sounds very familiar, and it seems that he is a famous folk alchemist.
When she was outside the capital, people often held a bell, rang it, prayed, and called out this name.
The noise gave her a headache.
She had never cared before.
But now after hearing this name in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Wen Ying realized that this might be a breakthrough.
Geng You didn't know whether to continue answering, so he glanced at Yan Jing cautiously and came up with the answer instantly.
Well, the master looks very bad, he is dead.
Yan Jing's gaze was as sharp as a knife, piercing Geng You and making him tremble. But when Wen Ying looked at him, he changed into a gentle and elegant look: "He is just a nobody, Miss Liu, don't take it to heart."
"Okay." Wen Ying nodded obediently, "I won't hinder your work."
No way!
That night, Wen Ying took advantage of the surveillance shift change and asked Chuntao to disguise herself as herself, put on night clothes and slip away.
As long as she has enough patience and time, and with the cover of night, she is confident that she can escape from any surveillance.
It is very easy to find Bu Xingde. Just listen to the ringing sound. The place where the ringing sound is the most complex and loud is where Bu Xingde is.
She hid in the darkness and hurried all the way to the west gate.
The city gate was locked and a noisy bell rang from outside.
Wen Ying looked up. The city wall was so high that it was impossible to climb over it with Qinggong. She frowned slightly and stroked around the wall to see if there was a way to get through.
After exploring for a long time, we finally found a dog hole under the city wall.
The hole was too small for an adult to pass through. Wen Ying was about to give up when she saw a furry head popping out of the dog hole.
It was hard to see clearly in the dark, and Wen Ying almost mistook it for a black dog.
Finally, the "dog" spoke!
The voice was childish and timid: "Can you... help me?"
It's a child!
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