Chang Ruxing and Chang Ruyue took two heavy baskets from the guards beside them and asked for credit through the gate: "Sister Fu, we brought you food and charcoal, please take it."

Fu Weixin looked at the high wall and the locked gate before him, feeling very warmed, but said helplessly: "I am locked up in the courtyard to reflect and cannot go out, but thank you for your kindness, I appreciate it."

Chang Ruxing and Chang Ruyue scratched their heads awkwardly outside the door: "Haha...we forgot about it in our excitement."

But soon Chang Ruxing patted her small body and comforted her: "Don't be sad, Sister Fu, I will definitely be able to deliver the things to you."

Not only Chang Ruxing has confidence, Chang Ruyue also has it.

Because they were naughty, the brother and sister were often put in solitary confinement in the mansion at a young age. Not to mention the punishments from their father and mother, they also had a lot of experience of being imprisoned in the ancestral hall for angering their grandmother.

However, they did not like being confined in the ancestral hall. Not only was the room gloomy, but also because Grandmother Chang said that one should be sincere when reflecting on one's ancestors, the servants in the mansion only brought them unpalatable meals, without their favorite cakes.

They didn't have enough to eat and didn't sleep well, and when they were released from solitary confinement for the first time, their mother was very worried and said she had lost a lot of weight.

Whenever they were punished by Grandma Chang, their mother would always find ways to avoid the maids who were guarding them and secretly feed them a lot of food.

It's not a pleasant feeling to be hungry! Chang Ruxing thought of this and asked his personal guard with a serious expression: "A Biao, do you know how my mother sent things in when A Yue and I were in solitary confinement?"

"Yes, yes, we want to send it to Sister Fu too." Chang Ruyue blinked her watery eyes and looked at A Biao and her bodyguard A Han with great anticipation.

The small courtyard where the Chang family ancestral hall is located has a similar layout to the guest house where Fu girl lives.

A Biao recalled his wife's extremely crude methods. At the beginning, she forced the maid guarding the gate to drink tea mixed with sleeping pills. After two or three times, the maid was unwilling to drink it for fear of death, so he let her go.

But this method is not suitable for Miss Fu's situation, and the lady does not want to tell the young masters, for fear that they will become more confident after knowing it.

"Have you two remembered?" Chang Ruxing became anxious when she saw the two of them remained silent. She simply offered an idea herself, "Can you throw the basket in?"

Before the two tough guys could refuse, Chang Ruyue offered a supplementary suggestion: "There are fragile eggs in it. If you throw them directly, they will break. You two should be gentle when throwing them."

When it was Ah Biao and Ah Han's turn to answer, they refused outright, with very good reasons: "Madam only asked us to protect the safety of the young man and the young lady. We cannot get involved in anything else, otherwise the punishment will fall on us. Young man, young lady, you have to work hard on yourselves."

"Ah..." Chang Ruxing and Chang Ruyue sighed. The seven or eight foot high courtyard wall was not something the brother and sister, who were less than four feet tall, could easily conquer.

Chang Ruxing hugged Chang Ruyue's legs, gritted his teeth and pushed her up, but he could not touch the top of the courtyard wall, not to mention adding a basket weighing seven or eight kilograms.

As for wall climbing, Chang Ruxing and Chang Ruyue have not yet mastered this skill due to height restrictions and safety concerns.

Just as the brother and sister were saying sorry to Fu Weixin with tears in their eyes and were about to return the same way to find another solution, Jiang Yan, who had quietly left to find help after hearing that there were supplies, came back with Yile, Chunying and the old wooden table.

In addition, there was a long rope on the wooden table, which was used to secure luggage when transporting it. One end of the rope was tied to a thick branch that looked very sturdy.

Fu Weixin took a distracted look: Are you... planning to lift the basket up?

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