Qi Meng Xuanji

"Yes. Otherwise, do you think I have any plans?" Xuan Ji asked suspiciously.

"Then you might as well stay in the Shen Jiajin clothing and food? Could it be that Mrs. Shen Jian bullied you?"

"He doesn't seem to have a wife." Xuanji remembers that Zhao Jianshen's princess had passed away many years ago, and has not been established separately. According to Kerr's gossip, Shen Jian's vest should be a single person.

"It seems?! Little sister, it is said that you are Shen Jian's concubine." Yi Qingyun felt that Xuanji was also too confused.

"Tsk, I haven’t been to his house, so stop talking about this person, okay, brother, don’t you know how annoying these rich people’s house rules are, which are tied to hands and feet. I’m not as free and loving as I am. What are you doing."

Yi Qingyun thought for a while, Xuanji was indeed not suitable for living on the favor of a man in the deep house of a wealthy family, so she stopped talking about it.

Yi Qingyun wanted to send Xuanji back to the middle of the moon after a meal, but Xuanji categorically refused: "I told Aunt Wen that I was driven out by my brother and sister after both my parents died. Suddenly there is a big brother like you, let me How to explain it. Don't worry, I'm very safe like this. I don't have to worry about someone making an idea when I travel around the world." The implication is that I am quite satisfied with my ugly face.

Yi Qingyun smiled bitterly and shook his head, insisting on sending Xuanji to the yard before turning and leaving.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he met Jun Cong and walked out of his mother's room angrily. Xuanji guessed that he must have just quarreled with Aunt Wen. Wen Juncong has always been very dissatisfied with Aunt Wen who was employed by Xuanji to do housework for her to make money. He thinks that his mother has lost her identity by serving a woman of unknown origin in such a humble manner. Aunt Wen is thinking about saving enough money for her son to go to the Beijing exam as soon as possible. No matter how her son discourages her, she still insists on working for Xuanji. For this reason, the two mothers and sons have been in conflict recently.

Wen Juncong saw that Xuanji came back from outside at this time, his eyes showed obvious disagreement.

Xuanji didn't want to be troubled, when she didn't see it, she walked directly to her room.

"Xie girl, please stay!" Wen Juncong said suddenly.

Xuanji turned to look at him suspiciously.

Wen Juncong's sight hit her, and his heart couldn't help but violently beat, and his clear eyes under the hazy moonlight almost made him indulge in it, forgetting his words.

When Yun broke the moon, the light in the courtyard became brighter. Wen Juncong saw Xuanji's sallow bun face, and couldn't help cursing himself in his heart. He was really crazy. Just now he thought this ugly girl was pretty.

Quickly rationalize his thoughts, and said: "Xiaosheng has something that I don't know when to say it or not."

"Then don't talk about it." Xuanji cut his mouth, knowing that what he was going to say was definitely not good.

Wen Juncong's face became stiff, and he skipped over Xuanji's words, and continued: "My mother is too old and can't bear to work. If Xie girl needs help with housework in the future, she might as well ask for help."

Xuanji smiled and asked, "Does Mr. Wen plan to go out to work and support Mrs. Wen? That's great."

Wen Juncong's face was reddened, and he said, "You need to study at home to prepare for the exam in Beijing, if it's high school."

"What if it fails?" Xuanji interrupted unceremoniously, she also saw that this weak scholar was not pleasing to her eyes for a long time.

"You" Wen Juncong didn't expect Xuanji would embarrass him so directly.

auzw.com "Ask yourself, do you want your mother to work for filial piety or to satisfy your vanity? Can your mother raise you so much if you don’t work? Can you read and literate for the Beijing exam? Will you make money if she doesn’t work? Or hug your face and drag your mother to starve to death with you? I can’t bear to see if I hire your mother to work for me, then make money and take a look! Now your mother is a month You can make two taels of silver without embroidering day and night. How about you? You are a scholar!" Xuan Ji asked unceremoniously.

Wen Juncong's face was blue and white, and he wanted to argue without words, before he said: "What is so great about having two stinky money? Why do you, an ignorant woman like you, blame me?"

Xuanji sneered: "It's better to have two stinky money than those who don't produce a handful of money and rely on mothers to eat. You have knowledge and can be a meal? If you really want to be filial to your mother, you must first learn how to bear the family and live on your own. "

Wen Juncong was said to have no power to fight back, and he was stunned.

Aunt Wen heard someone talking outside, walked out of the yard from the inside, and saw her son standing in the yard with her head down in despair. Xuanji nodded slightly to her in courtesy, then turned and walked into her room.

At noon the next day, Xuanji smelled a strong burnt odor in her sleep. She opened her eyes and saw that there was no fire or smoke nearby. Knowing that it was not a fire, she was relieved, got up and put a bucket of clean in front of the door. Shui, I guess Aunt Wen sent her to clean up, so I thought that Wen Juncong could not convince Aunt Wen not to work for herself.

When I walked into the small hall, I saw the two mothers and sons of Wen's family looking at each other to form a ball of rice porridge and green vegetables on the table. The strong burnt odor that I smelled before came from these things on the table.

Xuanji asked curiously: "What's wrong? There is a fire in the kitchen today?"

Aunt Wen said with embarrassment, "Uh, Cong'er said to cook for me today"

Before he finished speaking, Wen Juncong hurriedly interrupted: "Mother, these dishes can't be eaten, I'll make another one." Without looking at Xuanji, he picked up the dishes on the table and went to the kitchen.

Xuanji looked at Aunt Wen in doubt, what happened? The young master went to the kitchen to cook?

Aunt Wen said: "What did the girl say to Cong'er last night, and Cong'er told me this morning that I will leave everything at home to him in the future, don't need me to work hard. I will rush to cook water and rice today."

Xuanji sweats coldly, no, is this guy going to make trouble or something?

Aunt Wen said with joy and sorrow: "He has such filial piety. Even if I lose ten years of life, it is worth it, but I am afraid that he will miss his studies."

I was afraid that the food he cooked would poison people to death, Xuan Ji said with a wry smile: "I'll go talk to him."

Wen Juncong was cutting vegetables in the kitchen half-dark by him. Xuanji stood looking out the window. She cut her fingers for fear of slipping his hand. He waited until he put down the kitchen knife and said hello.

Wen Juncong glanced at her and said gruffly: "Thank you girl, if you have anything in the future, just tell me to do it, I will make money to support the family!"

"It's not that I dislike you, your housework is far worse than Aunt Wen," Xuanji said realistically.

Wen Juncong’s forehead was raised with blue veins, and he was almost mad at the ugly woman, squeezing a few words from his teeth: "What do you want?"

Xuanji said: "Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. You should use your strengths and avoid weaknesses and perform your own duties. Your strengths are in studying. As long as you are not studying hard, you can make a living as a clerical assistant or a clerk in high school, so why bother with your mother. Live? Besides, your mother and son spent so much time and energy in order to enter Beijing to rush for the exam, and now we are just the last step. At this time, it is too wasteful that there are branches that affect your reading and review."

Wen Juncong knew that he had drilled the horns and looked at the messy kitchen, frustrated and said: "Ms. Xie is reasonable, I am really useless"

Xuanji comforted: "You just haven't found a job you are good at, so you don't need to rush for a while."

Wen Juncong gave a wry smile, bowed his head speechless.