Fast Transmigration: Cannon Fodder

Chapter 301 Another Story of the Western Wall ([-])
Huang Ning said without changing her expression in her dream: "Go, you don't have to come to my place to serve at noon. Ma'am, please call me Rongyin from your place for now."

The prime minister's wife smiled and said: "There is a shortage of people here in Ningmeng, so I should call someone. Why don't I call Ge Man over to serve you first. Ge Man is older and knows how to serve people better. Rong Yin is just a messenger girl."

Huang Ningmeng put her hand on her knee holding the book, she turned her head to look at Mrs. Prime Minister, and said, "Ma'am, we didn't bring many people here. Aunt Ge is an old man in the house, and she usually does her best to serve you. It would be a bad idea to call her here for me at this moment. Just call Rongyin here, and she is not allowed to leave without my permission."

The prime minister's wife's smile froze, "Okay, it's up to you."

"Yeah." Huang Ningmeng replied, and continued to read the book.

After the Prime Minister's wife turned around, her complexion suddenly became gloomy.Little bitch, wait until I marry you off, and see how you run amok in the house!
Looking at their backs, Huang Ningmeng found it a little funny.

Do you really think it's that easy?

The "Guanyin Heart Sutra" she read yesterday was all in traditional Chinese characters. Just the word "Guan" took a lot of effort.

The brush is soft, not as good as a hard one. When she said it could be done in one afternoon, she meant the hard pen.

Toss and toss this red smoke first, and teach her what dedication is.

At noon, Rong Yin was sent over.

Rong Yin is a 16-year-old girl with a round face, small and cute features, and straight and open eyes.

Perhaps Huang Ningmeng's 'reputation' was too wide, and Rong Yin had heard too much, so she was preconceived. When she first saw her, she couldn't help showing a little fear.

Huang Ningmeng waved her hand and said, "Put down the vegetarian meal. You go have lunch and then pick up the bowls and chopsticks."

"Miss..." Rong Yin wanted to say that this was against the rules.

Huang Ningmeng interrupted her directly, "What I said is the rule, go eat, don't be too fast, come back after the little half stick of incense is over."

"Yes, Miss." Rong Yin retreated in confusion.

"Master, you care about people, so just say it straight, when did you become such an awkward temper?" Ring immediately heard it.

"Let me ask you, what kind of personality is Huang Ningmeng?" Huang Ningmeng walked to the table and sat down.

"The original Huang Ningmeng was arrogant, domineering, doing her own way, doing whatever she wanted, regardless of right or wrong. She had a high vision and looked down on the poor..." After counting the rings, she suddenly felt a little sympathetic to Jiang Sheng. What did she like before?

"If Huang Ningmeng really looked down on the poor, how could she like Jiang Sheng?" Huang Ningmeng asked with a smile.

Ring was dumbfounded, "That's right, if she looked down on him, how could she fall in love with Jiang Sheng?"

"In the memories I have of Huang Ningmeng, she was indeed stubborn and refused to admit defeat. She lost her mother when she was a child and didn't want to show her vulnerability, so she put on a sharp shell." Huang Ningmeng poured herself a cup of tea , put it aside, and pick up the chopsticks.

Ring nodded, "Then Huang Ningmeng is quite pitiful."

"Those who can be seen must have hateful things." Huang Ningmeng picked up a vegetable and ate it without frowning.

"Master, if I hadn't known that you go out hunting and have a good meal every three days, I would have admired your calm nature." Ring said with a smile.It simply loves the fake appearance of its owner.

"Could it be that without this, you wouldn't admire me?" Huang Ningmeng liked to talk about the ring all over the place while eating, at least it wasn't boring.

"Hey, I can admire without this."

……

Rong Yin followed Huang Ningmeng's instructions and came over to put away the bowls and chopsticks when she was half done with the incense.

After a while, he came back again.

Following her usual habit, Huang Ningmeng took a Buddhist scripture and walked into the yard.

Rong Yin took a cushion and walked out quickly, walked in front of Huang Ningmeng, was a little dazed looking at the positions, then turned her head and asked, "Miss, which stool do you want to sit on?"

Huang Ningmeng pointed to the stool where she usually sat, and Rong Yin went over and placed the cushion on it.

"Miss please."

Huang Ningmeng went over to sit down and tried it, then raised her head and smiled at Rong Yin: "Thank you, Rong Yin."

Rong Yin touched the back of his head, a little embarrassed, "Miss, this is what Rong Yin should do."

Huang Ningmeng smiled, did not speak, and read the Buddhist scriptures.

Seeing that she stopped talking, Rong Yin was a little embarrassed, but she settled down after a while.

No master has ever thanked his servants. Miss can do this, which proves that her heart is not like the outside legend.

She should serve the young lady well to repay the young lady for her kindness.

"Yeah." Ring nodded appreciatively in Huang Ningmeng's mind, "Master's vision is very good, Rong Yin is much better than that Hongyan."

"A person's eyes are the windows of the soul. The ancients never deceived me. Rong Yin's eyes show her character." Huang Ningmeng said.

"She is easy to be bullied, right?" Ring said.

"I will teach her how to be a good maid." Huang Ningmeng said.

"There is always only one maid beside 'Miss', and Hongyan has been abandoned by her master." Huan Huan got excited thinking about the fate of bad Hongyan.

"Is this wrong? When did I treat her as one of my own?" Huang Ningmeng said.

"Hey, that's right."

Huang Ningmeng read the Buddhist scriptures all afternoon as usual.

Only after this afternoon did Hong Yan know how severe Huang Ningmeng's punishment was. She had been writing all afternoon and had just finished writing the first time.

And this time it was about to kill her.My back hurts, my head hurts, my hands are sore, and I can hardly lift a pen.

But she still has two more times to write!twice! ! !
It would be better to send her to the laundry room to wash clothes for a day.

Hong Yan cursed Huang Ningmeng while writing.

At this moment, she suddenly thought of someone.

……

At night, Huang Ningmeng went hunting as usual, and when she passed the west chamber, she heard voices.

She was a bit puzzled, and quietly walked out of the window of Jiang Sheng's room, and then she saw a scene that she might never forget in her life——

I saw Hongyan's arm resting on Jiang Sheng's shoulder in a half-arm, and the other hand was still directing him to write something.

Jiang Sheng, on the other hand, was so busy that he was sweating profusely and was so serious that he didn't even notice the difference between men and women.

"Master..." Ring called her worriedly.

Huang Ningmeng looked deeply for a while, took a few steps back, turned around on tiptoes, and flew out of the courtyard wall.

……

In the forest outside the temple, a black figure shuttled silently, as fast as lightning.

"Master, maybe you have misunderstood. Things are not what you think at all."

"How old do you think Hong Yan is? 13 years old. He's just a child. How could he be tempted by bean sprouts? To be tempted is to be tempted by you."

"Master, don't do this, I, I'm afraid."

(End of this chapter)