The doorkeeper chuckled, glanced at them, and didn't say much. Qianghui and Shufang were a little angry, but there was no way to do so. They could only go back to find Wenrou and tell the situation.

"Where did we offend them?" Wenrou was puzzled, but she had no idea. She has been beating and suffering recently. Where did she get the opportunity to offend people?

"Forget it, go over the wall." Shrugged and said gently: "In the middle of the night, I find a small courtyard wall. If you turn it out, you can send the things, which is easy to solve."

The two girls nodded. Although they were a bit risky, there was no other way at the moment, so they could only do this.

However, what Wenrou didn't expect was that not only the people guarding the side door were targeting them. In the next few days, their meals were very poor. They saw that they had leftovers and they didn't get the clothes they had to clean for a long time. After asking, they realized that they had not been washed. When they met some maids who were slapping themselves, they should have discovered that they were no longer dull.

Someone deliberately couldn't get along with her behind her back.

However, the aunt in the yard has a good relationship with her, and Xiao Jingtang will not be idle enough to make trouble in these small aspects. So who is so angry with her?

"This is the clothes the second young master will wear tomorrow."

A clever voice sounded next to her and said to her gentlely: "The Second Young Master praised you for your careful work, so you can take it and wash it, then scent it and hang it for later use."

After coming to his senses, he glanced at her gently, and suddenly a light flashed in his mind, and he asked directly: "Qiaoyan, do you hate me?"

I didn't expect her to be so direct. Qiaoyan was stunned for a while. She didn't know how to answer the conversation. She was silent for a moment before laughing and said, "Why do I hate you? Don't think too much."

"No?" I laughed dryly and said gently: "I don't like to kill each other with women. If you have any opinions on me, remember to mention them. It is better to put them on the table."

The corners of his mouth were a little stiff, and he nodded cleverly: "I know."

I knew it was, but I didn't plan to put it on the table with her. I turned around cleverly and left straight away.

Gentle shrugged, thinking that although she had a conflict with Qiaoyan on the basis of interests, she usually smiled kindly, so she probably wouldn't be too ruthless. At most, the people around her were worried about her and made things difficult for her.

So she didn't think about it anymore, and took Xiao Jingtang's robe to the well in the backyard, fed water, took soapcorns, and began to wash clothes carefully.

It was about to settle the bill in the middle of the year. Mr. Xiao was so busy that he had no time to eat. After finishing the bill, he began to think about who could use the relationship between people at tomorrow's banquet.

Just as he was thinking, Du Wenrou came in humming a tone, lowered her sleeves and said, "Second Young Master, I've finished washing."

"What have you finished washing?" Xiao Jingtang looked inexplicably.

"Clothes, I gave them a clever word, saying you will wear them tomorrow." He said gently: "I washed them and hung them in the backyard."

"How did you wash it?" Xiao Jingtang stood up with a bad premonition.

How else can I wash it? Gentlely said: "Use water and soap beans..."

Before he finished speaking, the person in front of him strode out, Wen Rou was stunned, his heart sank, and he quickly followed with his skirt.

The wrinkled silk robe danced lightly in the wind, and the stripes were as deep as the word "chuan" between Xiao Jingtang's eyebrows.

"I said everything, please don't get close to her." After a while of silence, the second young master said tiredly: "Don't you understand what I say?"

He pursed his lips gently and asked in a low voice: "Will this thing be wrinkled if it washes like this?"

"The best ice cicada silk, if you wash it like this, it will not only wrinkle, but also deform and you can't wear it anymore." A little irritable, but knowing that it was not her fault. Xiao Jingtang covered his face and his voice hoarse: "The ice cicada silk was given by a friend. There is something important tomorrow. It is best to wear this to see him. "

Without being furious, he complained so gently. Wenrou felt a little disgusted. He knew that it was delaying his major affairs, so he hurriedly said, "I'll find a way."

What can I do? Shaking my head without hope, Xiao Jingtang said, "I will wear other clothes, you can rest. In the future, if you want to do things like washing clothes, you should leave them to others."

After saying that, he left.

Gentle and soft were a little aggrieved. It was obvious that someone had put a trap on it. But she was thinking about things just now, but she didn't expect that the silk would wrinkle, so she really fulfilled her clever words.

Although she doesn’t like washing clothes, this routine is still very unpleasant!

He looked at the clothes hanging on the shelf, gently pursed his lips, went back to Xiao Jingtang's room, and said seriously: "I need something. If there is no in the mansion, I have to go out to buy it."

"What?"

"The soldering iron, a large piece, and a tart cloth that can withstand hot."

"What do you want to do?" Xiao Jingtang frowned: "You can't calm down?"

"If you want the robe to recover, please get these things." Gentle waved his hand: "Don't talk too much, don't ask too much. If I find it, I can't get the robe well, I will commit suicide in front of you!"

He said a little heavy, Xiao Jingtang frowned, looked at her twice, and waved his hand and asked someone to find what she wanted.

The hot Luo Tie was so scared that everyone retreated. Gentle wrapped it with oil cloth and several layers of ordinary cloth. Trying that the temperature was about the same, he took off the 70% dry robe from the rack, placed it flat on the table with a layer of cloth, sprayed some clean water, and covered it with a damp cloth, then pinched the rough iron to iron the folds smoothed down.

This is a trick she saw on the Internet before, specializing in treating the wrinkles of silk things, so she is very confident that she can restore this thing to its original state.

However, the ancient man Xiao Er, the second young master next to her, was looking at her with a look of a fool: "You have washed your clothes and still want to burn them?"

"Don't rush to make a conclusion before the result comes out." said gentlely: "If you get slapped in the face, it will hurt."

Although I don’t know what the slap in the face means, Xiao Jingtang still cleverly chose to shut up.

The woman in front of her slowly felt sweat on her forehead. She was holding such a hot thing in a hot day, and she knew it was not good to think about it. However, she didn't say that she was like usual. Her temples were hanging down from the side, but it didn't block her serious eyes. She gently pressed the wrapped soldering iron on the cloth and moved it.

It's a bit daring to act.

Half an hour later, Wenrou shook her ironed robe and showed it to him: "How is it? Is it okay?"
Chapter completed!