An ugly girl starts off, then becomes a beauty

Sang Ling then chose another day and asked Cheng Ai to bring A Zeng to Wuyuan again.

"I accepted you and gave you a share and a reward, but you also have things to do." The second young master's wife was still sitting behind the gauze curtain, her beautiful face half hidden, and only the gentle tone of voice could be heard.

Ah Zeng knelt on the corridor in front of the hall. Although his movements were clumsy, he still kowtowed politely, "Yes, Master."

The boy's voice was rough and hoarse, and it was obvious that he had just gone through the voice change period. In the Wuyuan Hall where there were mostly maids, it seemed particularly abrupt. But he didn't know yet - the person in front of him was the second young lady of the East Palace, the wife that Marquis Mu Wu had just married.

For a backyard boy like him, the only people he had come into contact with before were the cooks in the kitchen and the old ladies who were in charge of the lower levels.

It was the first time I saw such a neatly dressed person in gorgeous clothes. I just raised my eyes slightly and my breathing became irregular.

Although there was a layer of veil between us and we couldn't see the face behind it completely, but the vague glimpse of the figure and the soft voice were enough to make one's eyes see clearly.

Also, the smell in this yard is different from that in the backyard.

The sewage room behind the kitchen had a smell of mixed, rotten food. Even when you entered the cleaner kitchen, you could still smell the fishy smell of various meats. The only pleasant smell was the areas where fresh vegetables were placed.

But this owner's yard is different. There is a faint floral fragrance. Although there seems to be some medicinal smell in it, for some reason, even though it has a bitter taste, it smells particularly good when mixed with the floral fragrance in the house.

He felt a little dizzy, but seeing the old woman next to him staring at him, he kowtowed several times in silence.

Several heavy voices came from the corridor, Sang Ling was startled, thinking that this child was honest. He coughed twice and was about to speak, but he heard Ah Zeng said hurriedly, "Master, I can do anything. I will do everything for you."

She and Cheng Mu looked at each other, and suddenly, they felt that the child was really pitiful.

For those who have been living in darkness, a little fire is hope.

"It's fine as long as you have this intention. I will send you to the servants' room in the third courtyard. You must keep an eye on the people I assign to you, but don't let others find out."

The host on the corridor said in a steady tone, "Can you do it?"

The purpose of keeping him was to monitor the person who killed Yanu.

A Zeng nodded immediately and kowtowed twice more.

Sang Ling raised his hand and said, "No need to kowtow, just listen to me. If you are discovered, I will not come out to recognize you. You have to be careful, otherwise you can imagine the consequences."

Even though his background and situation are pitiful, this matter is of great importance and one has to act rationally.

"Yes, master." Unexpectedly, A Zeng did not hesitate too much.

Sang Ling pursed his lips and said nothing more.

This was just the first test. In the first few days, Cheng Ai still needed to visit various places in the mansion frequently to find out if there was anything wrong.

This spy must be withdrawn immediately.

……

In the next few days, Sang Ling continued to work as if he was punching in at work - after Mao Chen went to the Hall of Right and Wrong to pay his respects, he went straight to Yunyue Pavilion to continue learning how to do accounting with Shi and Xing.

It took me more than half a month to go through the accounts of income and expenditure.

With serious things to do and communication going on, the relationship with Madam Zhaoyu gradually improved.

If Nie Ce came back early one day, his mother-in-law would call the young couple to Yunyue Pavilion for a meal.

Two generations sat down in the main house, servants came in one after another, and twenty or thirty small plates were placed on the dining table of each master.

The eldest lady smiled and said, "Xuanwen likes hot and sour food. When he was young, he couldn't miss it for every meal. Now that he's grown up, he's not picky anymore. I don't know how to prepare it well."

When I was a child, my taste was monotonous, that was because I had never been to far away places, and the flavors I tasted were all what was in front of me, so naturally monotonous. Now Nie Ce has at least been in the northwest to gain experience for a few years.

In a place of war and chaos, it's good to have a stutter. What else is there to complain about?

Sang Ling smiled slightly and glanced at Nie Ce again - this guy was only a little outrageous in Wuyuan's private room, but once he was outside, he would sit back and do nothing, not in a hurry to respond.

Then it would be natural for her, as the daughter-in-law, to follow what her mother-in-law said.

"Wuyuan Kitchen must have known the Marquis's preferences long ago. When I first came here, I was wondering why there were so many vegetable pots in the kitchen."

"Yes." Madam Zhaoyu said, "Especially when the sun is hot, he likes to eat that. In the past, when he came back from outside, he couldn't stand the heat. On the one hand, he wanted to eat ice, and on the other hand, he wanted to eat pickled melon."

The mother couldn't stop talking about these things, and she casually mentioned the embarrassing things that happened to Nie Ce when he was young, such as losing a fight and complaining to his mother, playing a prank on his younger brothers and sisters and being punished by his grandfather, rolling on the ground and refusing to admit his mistakes... She talked about a basket of things, which were fun for the elders and embarrassing for the younger ones.

Sang Ling was very interested and wanted to see how Nie Ce would stop it. Just then, Auntie Fang came in and whispered a few words to Madam Zhaoyu, and the conversation at the banquet ended.

"Let's eat." Madam Zhaoyu's face remained calm.

But she didn't sit there for too long. After eating half a bowl of rice, she went straight to the front yard - I heard that some tenants were causing trouble in the front yard.

Nie Ce was probably used to it, and he picked up the dishes slowly. He had a good appetite today, so he ate three bowls of food in a row, and then had two pieces of bread.

Sang Ling felt full after eating a bowl of rice, so he stood up and walked in the courtyard in front of the hall to digest the food.

Nie Ce took a few sips of the hot soup and watched her strolling in the courtyard.

"How did you tease your brothers and sisters when you were a child?" She turned around and spoke to him leisurely.

Nie Ce was the only son left in the eldest house. It was unlikely that Nie Yu and Nie Fei from the second and third houses were related to his childhood. They were probably the illegitimate children of his uncles.

The autumn breeze in the corridor finally brought some coolness. It was a long time after Sang Ling finished speaking before the man on the other side put down his ear cup and replied, "It's been too long. I don't remember it very well."

Ying Buzhi immediately stepped forward and handed him a handkerchief. Sang Ling turned away with his hands in his pockets and sneered softly.

"I'll tell you slowly when I remember it later, how about that?"

This was just some casual chat about family matters, so the Second Young Master's wife turned around, smiled lightly, and didn't say anything more.