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He continued: ”Xia Yu, make Xia Chan pass a message to her secretly, tell her to pay more attention to the rooms in Eldest Young Lady, and also make her pay more attention to the conversation between Zhui Er and Chai Er.”
Mu Rousang felt that the world was filled with wind. If Su Waner had done anything, Zhui Er and Chai Er would definitely know.
Xia Yu hurriedly replied, and then said: ”Young Mistress, then this servant will go ahead and reward you according to the calendar?”
Mu Rousang pondered for a moment, then said: ”Tell her, if she finds out anything about this matter, she can either make a request of me, or give her a heavy reward.”
Xia Yu thought for a while, then said: ”I heard that Xing Er's mother and father sent her brother to the private school to study.”
Hearing that, Yang Zixuan's eyes lit up, and laughed: ”It seems that Xing Er's family is not stupid, I think her family has some ideas.”
The son of a family knows some words, either to send to the young master's front to serve as a servant, or to want to …
Mu Rousang was not sure either, and said: ”I'm not sure, but there are a lot of people in her family, I wonder if this indenture contract is with Grandmother or with Mother, if she really had that idea, I'm afraid it would take a lot of effort.”
Xia Yu looked at him and said: ”Can't you tell Xia Chan to give it a good beating at that time?”
”There's no need. If that kid really knows how to study, then I'll just go and get the indenture contract from her family from my father.”
Although Yang Zixuan was a businessman, he was still a scholar to the bones, so he cherished talents!
Mu Rousang thought about how Xing Er's family had lived in the residence for many generations, and felt that they had accumulated a lot of wealth, and said: ”Even so, I'll let Xia Chan have a good talk with Xing Er first, and if he wants to get a contract, then he has to take everything out of me, don't make me go through all the trouble.”
Xia Yu took over the job and went back to take care of it. Yang Zixuan was suspicious of him and after a round of discussion, she went out, and Mu Rousang knew that he had gone to contact some people in the dark to find out what was going on outside.
After a few more days had passed, Xing Er finally delivered some information to them. According to what she said, Mu Rousang had made some arrangements, she was someone who could endure it, even if she did not show it on the surface, she would still eat and drink, since she was free, she would either accompany the Matriarch Yang or go and take a look at the half-dead Princess Chung.
Right now, Su Waner had control over the huge Duke Palaces, she was busy from day to night without a trace, and she did not have the time to find trouble with Mu Rousang either.
That day, after eating breakfast, he sent Yang Zixuan out the door and brought Chun Feng and the others back to his room.
She had just sat down to rest when Xia Chan brought over one or two pieces of ice watermelon. She yelled out: ”Young Mistress, Aunt said that you need to eat less of these cold things, and take advantage of this half a year that you've recovered your body and bones. Once the new residence opens next year, you can definitely have a child.”
Mu Rousang spat at her, then scolded her: ”Little hoof, quickly bring the melon over, why are you blabbering so much. This damn weather, is even hotter than last year's.”
Look, you just ate yesterday and there's going to be a ruckus from today onwards. Aunt is right, Young Mistress, you should drink some sour plum soup, although it's a little cold, it's still much better than the watermelon, and it's also the best way to quench your thirst. ”
Chun Feng, who was at the side, also said coldly, ”That's right. Young Mistress, you better not be greedy. This servant got up early in the morning and made you two bowls of sour plum soup. You didn't even look at it. It was really a waste of this servant's heart.”
Mu Rousang's relatives had only come yesterday, the summer heat was the most avaricious, and after waking up this morning, there was not even a trace of wind in the courtyard. After sending Yang Zixuan out for more than an hour, they returned, feeling extremely hot, wishing that they could eat two mouthfuls of the ice-cold watermelon.
”Sigh, I'm talking about the Spring Festival Gala and the Spring Breeze. Both of you should leave your mouths open for me as well!” Mu Rousang just stared at the cold watermelon, which was in front of the two girls. He did not want to be angry, what the hell was this!
”Young mistress, you can't blame this servant!”
Xia Chan innocently stuck out her tongue at the side, but her eyes were full of smiles. She knew that she had brought the melon and that the spring scenery and spring breeze would not allow the Owner to eat it.
He wiped the watermelon juice from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief and nodded in satisfaction, ”Young Mistress, the watermelon juice produced by our village is more fragrant than others'.”
Mu Rousang blinked her eyes, watching the Spring Festival Gala and Spring Breeze eat happily, yet she could only bite her finger and poke at them with her resentful little eyes, she was truly hateful!
”Humph!” who could not eat proudly turned his head, thinking, if he did not give her the watermelon, then she would call it drinking sour plum soup.
Her head was full of black lines as she stared at the two girls who were eating very lewdly, and asked: ”Chun Feng, is this the sour plum soup you were talking about?”
The spring breeze spat out black watermelon seeds into a copper basin to the side without even turning around. Only then did he say, ”Young Mistress, this is really June's Flying Snow. The spring wind spat out black watermelon seeds into a copper basin to the side, and only then did he say,” Young Mistress, this is really June's Flying Snow.
Bang bang bang bang … Another round of sound. The watermelon seeds fell onto the bronze bowl as the three corpses on Mu Rousang's forehead jumped. These two unscrupulous girls, didn't they know to hold back?
Xia Chan picked the curtain and entered. Seeing everyone in such a state, she did not even need to ask to know what was going on. She smiled: ”Young Mistress, there's some news coming from there.”
The spring scenery crawled out from the watermelon skin as he shouted, ”Xia Chan, why are you so boring? Back then, you were even more thick-skinned than the city walls while doing this kind of work, but you were the one who was afraid of getting flustered the most.”