The mistress died of overwork, and after rebirth, she was bad at raising her cubs

When Huo Junyan heard Shen Qinglan's voice, he looked up numbly and looked at Shen Qinglan.

When Huo Junyan saw the worry in Shen Qinglan's eyes, for some reason, he felt a little aggrieved.

After all, he is only an eight-year-old child. Even if he is mentally mature, how can he easily accept the betrayal by someone he trusts?

Huo Junyan suppressed the grievance in his heart. Not wanting Shen Qinglan to laugh at him, he took a step back and bowed:

"Yan'er is fine. I almost bumped into my mother. I hope you can forgive me."

Upon hearing this, Shen Qinglan looked Huo Junyan up and down, but did not ask any more questions. He just said:

"It's good that you're alright. We'll hire two teachers soon. You don't have to go to the clan school anymore. You can go to class directly in the mansion with Yu Ge'er and the others."

Huo Junyan frowned when he heard this and said, "But the teacher of the clan school is Mr. Yan, a great scholar of the time. It is very difficult for the clan to invite him..."

Shen Qinglan raised his eyebrows and smiled meaningfully:

"It's okay. It all depends on what Yan Ge wants. Maybe when you see the gentleman I invited, you won't be able to resist coming."

Huo Junyan listened to Shen Qinglan's words, but he didn't quite believe it in his heart. He felt that Shen Qinglan seemed to be showing off.

There are only a few great scholars in the world today, and who can compare with Mr. Yan?

However, Huo Junyan did not expose the truth. He just nodded slightly and said goodbye and left.

Shen Qinglan looked at Huo Junyan's back with some interest in his eyes, and instructed Shuwen beside him:

"Let's arrange it as soon as possible. Before the teacher comes, we have to let him put his worries aside completely so that he can study peacefully."

"Yes."

Champs Elysées Garden.

Caiping felt a little uneasy.

I had a dream yesterday, and in my dream I saw Xiao Shanzi asking for her life. I couldn’t sleep well the whole night.

At this moment, she lay weakly in her room, not daring to go out, for fear that others would notice something was wrong.

At this time, a maid ran in in a panic and said:

"Sister Caiping, Sister Caiping, something bad has happened."

"What's going on? Why are you so flustered? The young lady is not in the house, so you are so lawless?"

Caiping was feeling depressed. When she heard the maid in front of her yelling, she grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at her in anger.

After being hit, the servant girl didn't dare to say a word. After all, Caiping was Xie Wanying's personal maid, and her status in Xiangxie Garden was much higher than theirs.

After forcibly enduring the blow of the pillow, the servant girl said tremblingly:

"Sister Caiping, please don't be angry. We really have no other choice but to come to you for help..."

Cai Ping let out her anger, and finally felt much better. She frowned and asked:

"What's going on?"

The maid was relieved to see that Cai Ping's anger had subsided, and she hurriedly said carefully:

"It was really because the maid was rough and accidentally snagged Miss Xie's favorite bright red orchid-patterned silk shirt."

"I heard that the embroidery pattern of the dress was embroidered by Sister Caiping herself, so, that's why I thought, please ask Sister Caiping to see if there is any way to fix it..."

When Cai Ping heard this, she stood up angrily, walked up to the servant girl, poked her head with her index finger, and cursed:

"What's wrong with you? That material is rare in Beijing, and it's rare for a young lady to have one. If you break it, how many heads will pay for it?"

"Sister Caiping, the material is fine, but the embroidery pattern is getting scratched, so so..."

The maidservant was so frightened that she hurried to explain, her eyes red and she looked like she was about to cry.

Seeing this, the colorful screen took a deep breath and said:

"Forget it, take me to see it."

Cai Ping couldn't just ignore it. After all, she was Xie Wanying's personal maid. If the clothes were really damaged and Xie Wanying got angry, she would be in trouble too.

Soon Caiping and the maid got the Yanluo shirt. After looking at it carefully, they found that the Yanluo shirt could indeed be repaired. Then they scolded the maid a few words and went back with the Yanluo shirt.

Cai Ping had not yet returned to Xiangxie Garden with the Yanluoshan in her arms, but she happened to run into Huo Junyan on the corridor.

Huo Junyan naturally knew Cai Ping, and immediately said:

"Color screen? Where are you going?"

Cai Ping quickly bowed to Huo Junyan and said:

"Master, the young lady's clothes were damaged by the servants. I plan to go back and repair them."

Huo Junyan was very concerned about Xie Wanying's affairs and immediately said:

"If it's broken, just replace it with a new one. Why bother repairing it?"

"It's just that some of the embroidery is snagged, it's not a big deal. The main reason is that the young lady really likes this dress." Caiping explained.

Upon hearing this, Huo Junyan looked at the clothes in Caiping's arms suspiciously, as if he didn't quite believe it.

Seeing this, Cai Ping quickly took out the damaged embroidery pattern, handed it to Huo Junyan, and said:

"You see, it's really not a problem. This embroidery pattern was embroidered by me. After re-embroidering it, it still looks as good as new."

Huo Junyan didn't care much at first. He just took a look at the place where the thread was hooked and saw that it was indeed not big, so he nodded.

But suddenly, Huo Junyan seemed to have thought of something, his eyes changed, and he looked at the embroidery again, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly said angrily:

"What Sister Xie wears must be new. How can it look like if it is patched up? Bring this here, and I will find someone to make a new one."

"what?"

"Ah what? Bring it here!"

Without saying a word, Huo Junyan snatched the Yanluo shirt from Caiping's hand, stuffed it into the hand of the servant who was following him, and left.

Although Cai Ping was surprised, she didn't think much about it.

The eldest master has a good relationship with the young lady, so naturally he cares about the young lady's affairs.

Never mind, it saves me some trouble.

Huo Junyan took the Yanluo shirt away with a cold face, and immediately asked someone to find a few embroiderers.

Huo Junyan threw the Yanluo shirt, the purse that Xiaoshanzi carried with him, and the purse that contained the trumpet creeper in front of the embroiderers and said:

"See if this embroidery pattern is similar."

The embroiderers looked at each other, and under the pressure from Huo Junyan, they tremblingly picked up the embroidery and compared it.

After a long while, one of the embroiderers spoke cautiously:

"My Lord, the craftsman who embroidered this pattern is very skilled. It must be Suzhou embroidery..."

"Stop talking nonsense! What I'm asking is, did this come from the same person?"

The embroiderers really didn't know what the gentleman meant, so they could only nod and say:

"Yes."

"boom!"

Everyone heard a loud noise, and then saw that the young boy in front of them had kicked the pear wood chair next to him heavily to the ground.

The young man's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, okay! What a vicious dog slave!"

Night falls in Champs Elysées.

Cai Ping was holding a rag and wiping a jade bottle repeatedly with a dazed look in her eyes.

Obviously Xiaoshanzi was dead, and no one could identify her and the young lady, but she always felt uneasy.

The young lady and the old princess went to Xiangshan Temple, and she didn't know when they would be able to return. She was a little worried that something unexpected would happen during that time...

"Bang!"

The door of Champs Elysées Garden was kicked open!

"Someone! Catch this dog slave for me!"

Cai Ping looked up in shock and saw Huo Junyan coming towards her with a group of servants.

Cai Ping's men were not paying attention and the jade bottle was pushed to the ground and broke into pieces with a clang.

"Young Master? What's wrong with you? Is there any misunderstanding?"

"Misunderstand?"