Zhang Lan listened to Jiang Ruan's speech. At the beginning, she was listening very comfortably, but as she listened to the latter part, her expression changed. When Jiang Ruan finished, she immediately stood up and said, "Miss, what are you saying? Miss is the master, and this old servant is a servant. Miss, please don't make this old servant's life difficult. This old servant is very frightened."
"Father is busy with official business, so there is no need to write this year." Jiang Ruan looked at her fingertips, "Lan momo, I don't have any letters to bring."
Chen Fang, who was at the side, could not guess what Zhang Lan was thinking. She only felt that this usually cowardly and easily bullied mistress seemed quite imposing today. Although none of the jewelry she was wearing today could compare to her, it was difficult to conceal her beauty. Her appearance was vivid and beautiful. She was instantly filled with jealousy. Without thinking, she opened her mouth and said, "Miss's body is completely healed, right? You can even walk around. I think you can start embroidering the handkerchief tomorrow. It should be done after the end of the year."
Naturally, there was a way, but before he left, there was still a debt he had to collect.
Zhang Lan looked at Jiang Ruan with some suspicion, but she could not see anything wrong with it. With great difficulty, she suppressed the uneasiness in her heart. No matter what, the more disheartened Jiang Ruan was, the easier it would be for her to explain herself to her superior, which was a good thing for her. He smiled and said, "If that's the case, this old servant will go and take care of the food. I'll take my leave."
Lian Qiao's eyes were already spitting fire. Zhang Lan's words, on the surface, could not be faulted, but it was blatantly humiliating to Jiang Ruan. She was merely a servant, yet she was sitting while her mistress was standing. She really had no sense of hierarchy. Originally, Lian Qiao wanted to open her mouth to reprimand her, but when she saw the look in Jiang Ruan's eyes, she suddenly changed her mind. Like Bai Zhi, she stood quietly by Jiang Ruan's side, not saying a word.
As someone who had died once, she was able to see things more clearly than before. She would no longer place her hopes on the heartless and unjust Jiang Quan. Rather than sitting and waiting for death, she might as well take the initiative to attack. As for the letter, there was no need for it. Jiang Quan would not read it, and in the end, if it fell into the hands of Jiang Su Su and her mother, it would only serve as a joke.
Zhang Lan abruptly returned to her senses. Even Chen Fang, who was at the side, was startled awake. She looked at Jiang Ruan with half jealousy and half anger. Zhang Lan suddenly regained her senses, and even Chen Fang, who was at the side, looked at Jiang Ruan with jealousy.
Jiang Ruan smiled faintly, "Momo is being too serious. Momo has devoted herself to the affairs of the rural residence, so naturally, Momo should have a good rest. Jiang Ruan has caused Momo to work so hard, and I feel very apologetic in my heart. Why not let Jiang Ruan massage Momo's legs? Perhaps Momo will feel more comfortable?"
Zhang Lan was startled for a moment, then smiled and said, "Look at this old servant's memory. This old servant wanted to ask Young Miss, the farmstead is sending grain to your residence. Does Young Miss want to send a letter to Master and Madam?"
Chen Fang and Zhang Lan were laughing. When they heard the words, they looked towards the door. They saw three silhouettes coming from the back of the light. The girl in the lead had a thin body wrapped in a loose cotton jacket, but strangely, she looked delicate. The sunlight made her pale skin look crystal clear, and it seemed that her facial features had become clearer overnight. Her eyes were no longer lifeless, and were still as calm as an ancient well. However, at the end of her eyes, there was a trace of indescribable charm. Her eyes were like flowing spring water, no longer wooden, but only bewitchingly quick-witted. She raised her eyebrows, and her voice was light and pleasant to listen to, with a hint of coolness, "Lan momo?"
Zhang Lan was stunned. Every year, Jiang Ruan would write a letter to bring back. Whether these letters were effective or not, the servants were well aware. However, no one would take the initiative to give up their hope. Now, Jiang Ruan no longer brought any letters back. Was she really disheartened and no longer had any hope?
Jiang Ruan smiled faintly, "Of course."
When Jiang Ruan was first sent to the residence, Zhang Lan only said that this place was not as prosperous and comfortable as the capital. Many things needed to be done by hand. Jiang Ruan did not need to chop firewood, but Bai Zhi and Lian Qiao had been enslaved a lot. The two girls were still young, but their hands were already full of calluses. Jiang Ruan herself was not much better. She did not need to do farm work, but she still had to do embroidery. Every month, she had to hand over twenty square embroidered handkerchiefs to the residence to pay for her expenses. Twenty square embroidered handkerchiefs was not a lot. Lian Qiao and Bai Zhi also helped to make some, and it was barely enough. However, the patterns were complicated, and the embroidery method was complicated. Especially at the critical juncture of the New Year, when twenty square became thirty square, it was difficult to support.
Jiang Ruan raised her eyebrows, "Lan momo, today's important matter is the embroidery?"
Chen Fang wanted to make things difficult for Jiang Ruan, but she did not expect the other party to agree so easily. She gritted her teeth and said, "Then Miss will have to work hard. If you are careful, you will not be able to embroider it and cause trouble."
Jiang Ruan stretched out her hand and slowly stroked the edge of the bronze mirror. She smiled faintly.
"Go back?" Lian Qiao's eyes brightened, "Has Miss thought of a way to go back?"
Jiang Ruan glanced at Zhang Lan, and there was a hint of surprise in her tone, "Momo can actually stand up. Seeing that Momo is fine, Jiang Ruan can rest assured. Otherwise, if something had happened to Momo, Jiang Ruan would really not know what to do."
"Miss is here." Although Zhang Lan said so, her body did not move at all. She only tapped her thigh tiredly and said, "Today, with great difficulty, the chores in the residence have been settled and some time has been freed up. I wanted to visit Miss, but Miss is not here. I looked everywhere and instead sprained my ankle, so I decided to rest in the house. Miss, please forgive this old servant's rudeness. "
"Days are very precious. How can I have the leisure to be angry with him?" Jiang Ruan sat down in front of the table and looked at the pale young girl's face in the rusty bronze mirror, "Since we are going back, why send a letter? If you have something to say, just say it in person."
After Zhang Lan and Chen Fang left, Bai Zhi asked in puzzlement, "Why did Miss not send a letter? Could it be that you are angry with Master? "
Zhang Lan was secretly hating in her heart. Jiang Ruan's words just now were obviously to give her face, but if the latter words were to spread, she would not be able to bear the consequences. In this world, there was no reason for a master to massage the legs of a servant. Even if the person above had given a hint, if such a thing were to spread, it would only be said that she was a great servant who bullied the master and brought shame to the Shangshu fu. The best way was to make it clear that there was no fault to be found, but at the same time, make things difficult for the other party. She did not expect that after hunting geese all her life, today, she would be pecked in the eye by a young goose using the same method. Thinking of this, Zhang Lan looked at Jiang Ruan again. Jiang Ruan only had a faint smile on her face and stood quietly in the same place. Unexpectedly, there was a feeling that she could not be seen through. A trace of fear immediately surfaced in Zhang Lan's heart. The other party was only a little over ten years old, how could she make her feel fear? Was it a demon?
Letter? Jiang Ruan's fingertips moved slightly. It had been so long that she had almost forgotten. During the few years she had stayed in the rural residence, every year at the end of the year, she would write letters to Jiang Quan and her eldest brother, hoping that they would take her back. Year after year, the letters had sunk into the sea, and there was no reply. What she waited for was the grievous news that her eldest brother, Jiang Xin Zhi, had died on the battlefield. After her eldest brother's death, there was no longer any hope for her life.
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