Qing Dynasty: Pampering The Queen

Jue Luo sneered, unwilling and jealous, "I'm afraid everyone knows about this matter. Neither the fourth master nor the Mu family have concealed it. The Mu family is now in a good mood! I don't know what their family thinks, A good concubine, marrying a merchant woman is not only shameless, but also proud of it. Our family is a concubine, and we will not marry a merchant woman! I don’t know what the fourth master thinks, but she is also flattered by her."

Fujin froze slightly.

I don't know what fourth master thinks? How else can you think about it? It's not because it's Mu's natal family. The fourth master thinks that Mu's family is good at everything, and her natal family is also good at everything!

Not to mention merchant girls, even if they were humbler, Fourth Master would probably not be disgusted or disgusted.

"Er Niang, let's go back first. I will mention this matter to Fourth Master." Fujin said.

Jue Luoshi expected that Fujin would say that, he was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Okay, then I'll go back and wait for news from Fujin. It's just that this matter should be done sooner rather than later, if it's late, we won't be able to catch up! Fujin remember to hurry up and talk to Fourth Master carry."

Fujin nodded: "Emiang, don't worry."

After Jue Luoshi left, Fujin became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, wishing to catch Mu Jin and reprimand him.

What trouble did she cause herself to come back? I was really blind at first.

Fujin ordered the kitchen to cook a few more dishes, and ordered someone to pass the message to Qingtong Courtyard, and invite fourth master to come over for dinner in the evening.

The fourth master returned to the mansion and learned of this matter, and ordered someone to go to the main court to respond.

He also asked someone to go to the Yuping Courtyard and tell Mu Jin that he would go there later.

Usually Fujin invites him over for dinner because he has something to say, so he will naturally go.

After eating dinner in the main courtyard, fourth master saw Fujin's embarrassed and entangled face, and Fujin seemed a little out of his mind during dinner, which made fourth master a little puzzled.

In the past, when Fujin came to him to talk about things, although there were times when he carefully looked at his face, it was never like this.

Fourth Master simply asked directly: "If Fujin has something to say, just say it."

After hearing what fourth master said, Fujin was not relieved, but secretly regretted it! Regret that I should have agreed to Er Niang impulsively, and regret that I should have invited Fourth Master over for dinner today.

She's not the Mu family, she's not that thick-skinned, and she's not that shameless. This kind of behavior of begging for money from the master is very difficult for Fujin, so difficult that she can hardly do it.

But the dinner was already used, and Fourth Master also asked the same question, so it's hard for her to say that she actually has nothing to say, right?

"That's it." Fujin forced a smile, so he could only bite the bullet and said, "I don't know if my master's glass workshop is still in short supply and manpower? My mother's family also wants to help me! I just asked this question, if my master feels If it’s inconvenient, forget it.”

Fourth master: ""

The fourth master was a little confused when he heard Fujin's words, "Fujin's family, do you want to help? Yes—is there anyone in the side branch who wants to be in charge? The stewards in the glass workshop are all my confidants. I'm afraid it won't work." "

Don't say that Mu Jin is worried. He has emphasized it several times, reminding him that he must use his own people in order to prevent the secret formula from being leaked, and it will be in vain for others. use other people as stewards in the estate.

It's not in line with his style of conduct.

Fujin felt ashamed.

She didn't expect that the fourth master didn't understand her words at all, and she didn't know where the crookedness went."

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