Chapter 897 (1/2)

Nian wiped the corners of his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, ”thanks to the fourth master's transfer of some useful servants, our courtyard can be safer now, otherwise I can't sleep well at night.”

”Yes, the master thought it over.”

”All right, I'm full. You all quit.” Nian waved his hand and said languidly, ”order to go on. Even if the fourth master transfers his hands, we can't take it lightly.”

”Yes.” When the slaves answered, they went out.

At night, in the apricot blossom spring hall, Ruoyin is still counting accounts.

”Fu Jin, he Zhongkang is here. He said that the master's son asked you to go to Wanfang an'an'he.” Mother Liu whispered.

If the sound head did not lift, said: ”do not go.”

It's been several days. It's estimated that the fourth master asked her to go there just to ask about Nian Shi.

Even if it's not about it, it's hard to avoid talking about it.

But she hasn't figured out how to deal with it.

We'll have to wait a little longer.

Mother Liu saw that if she didn't go, she had to go out and send a message, ”father-in-law, my family, Fujin, has been working day and night recently. She is not feeling well. Please go back and tell the fourth master that Fujin will be better in a few days, and then go to Wan fang'an and plead guilty.”

With that, she also stuffed a purse to he Zhongkang.

”This...” he Zhongkang was embarrassed, but he still took the purse. ”Mammy, I will bring it to you, but everything depends on the meaning of the fourth master. After all, I am a slave and can't control the meaning of master and son-in-law.”

”I know that.” Mother Liu came back.

He Zhongkang didn't delay to speak clearly. The fourth master was still waiting for him to reply.

A moment later, he Zhongkang returned to Wanfang Anhe.

He carefully entered the study, went to the front of the book case, and reported: ”master son, I went to xinghuachun hall to deliver a message, but mother Liu said that Fujin had been working too much recently and was not feeling well. When he got better, he would come back to wanfanganhe.”

”Sick?” The fourth master who was writing raised his head and asked faintly, ”where is the discomfort?”

”I don't know.”

”Did the doctor go to see it?”

He Zhongkang scratched his head and accosted back: ”master, this... I don't know.”

Mother Liu said that. He was a slave. Naturally, he came back to spread the word quickly. He asked more about what was good.

After all, he is a slave, where it is better to ask about the master.

Just listen to the fourth master cold hum, a face immediately black, continue to bow his head to write.

Can not write a few words, eyebrows on the impatient frown, put the pen down.

Then, he looked up at the dark outside, got up and said, ”Su Peisheng, go to the master of Fujin.”

After su Peisheng answered, he asked several servants to follow.

After a while, the fourth master went to the apricot blossom spring hall.

When he got there, he didn't let the paper sing.

He raised his feet and crossed the hall into the inner room.

Looking at the gloomy look of the fourth master, the servants did not dare to stay any longer, and they all went out one by one.

As soon as the fourth master entered the room, he saw the woman lying on the desk, seemingly asleep.

When he approached, he fell asleep and his face was pasted on the account book.

Seeing this scene, the fourth master was furious for no reason.

If you ask her to go to Wan fang'an or not, you can sleep here.

So, the foot that wears boots, kick book case without politeness.

Because he didn't care about the beauty and the jade at all, the book case swayed a few times.