The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

"Please send troops to rescue my Second Master immediately!"

Listening to Zhao'er's words, Lin Ruhai was slightly stunned.

Then he turned around and called out to Uncle Lin beside him,

"Lin Bo!"

Before Zhao'er could rejoice, she heard Lin Ruhai say to Lin Bo,

"You must return home immediately to fetch five thousand taels of silver, and go up the mountain to redeem Lian'er!"

"Yes, sir!" Uncle Lin bowed respectfully and turned to leave.

Lin Ruhai turned his head and glanced at the stunned Zhao'er.

"I have already arranged for someone to rescue your Second Master. Please do as you please!"

After saying that, Lin Ruhai got into the sedan chair directly.

As the sedan chair slowly drove away, Zhao'er stood there scratching his head in a daze.

He didn't understand. Since his second master was captured by bandits, shouldn't he send troops to suppress the bandits?

Why is it that this gentleman asked people to pay silver to redeem people?

……

In the Lin Mansion.

A boudoir that is elegantly decorated, exquisite and luxurious.

Lin Daiyu's cheeks were slightly flushed, and she was holding a flower frame.

With a serious look, he looked at the kerosene lamp that Li Qingfeng had sent.

She was embroidering something carefully stitch by stitch.

This kerosene lamp was specially brought from the mountain by Qingfeng because he considered that Lin Daiyu might read at night.

The brightness is dozens of times brighter than ordinary candle oil lamps.

When Lin Daiyu was embroidering seriously, Xueyan tilted her head and looked at her embroidery seriously, and couldn't help but praise her.

"Wow! Miss, you're amazing!"

"She's only been learning embroidery from Madam Rong for a short while, and yet she's already so deft and skillful!"

"If my uncle saw it, he would be very surprised!"

When Lin Daiyu heard this, her cheeks blushed and she looked up at Xueyan.

"Girl, I've told you so many times, Brother Qingfeng and I haven't gotten married yet! Stop talking nonsense!"

Originally, Lin Daiyu had little interest in embroidery and was only interested in poetry and books.

But after returning home, I read a lot of story books.

There are many lovers in the group, and the women will give the men a purse or handkerchief embroidered by themselves.

So Lin Daiyu also began to learn embroidery.

When Lin Daiyu discovered Rong Mama holding a needle one time, she thought that Rong Mama's needlework must be excellent.

So she asked Rong Mama to teach her needlework.

And Madam Rong's craftsmanship did not disappoint. In less than half a month, Lin Daiyu was able to embroider some simple patterns.

Look, now Lin Daiyu is preparing to embroider a purse for Li Qingfeng.

Hearing what her young lady said, Xueyan raised her eyebrows and said something else.

"Miss, what I mean is, when Madam Rong teaches you embroidery next time, can you please not let Madam Rong hold the needle?"

Looking at Xueyan's serious face, Lin Daiyu asked suspiciously,

"What's the point of this?"

Xueyan's face turned red, and a hint of fear flashed across the depths of her eyes.

But still hesitant,

"Miss, my son-in-law sent me a message when he sent the money I borrowed here. Otherwise, you might damage your eyesight if you stay up late at night burning the lamp!"

Listening to Xueyan's incoherent words,

Lin Daiyu put down the flower frame and scolded Xueyan in a bad mood,

"You silly girl, you haven't done anything yet, and you're already planning to help Brother Qingfeng control me?"

Xueyan smiled innocently.

"I, I am also worried about your health, young lady!"

Lin Daiyu raised the corner of her mouth slightly and ignored Xueyan.

Instead, he looked outside and asked himself,

"It's almost dark outside. I wonder if my dad has come back yet?"

Xueyan thought for a moment before saying,

"Miss, the master has been busy with the salt tax in the government office lately. He works until very late every day. It will probably take some time for him to come back."

Lin Daiyu nodded slightly and picked up the flower frame again.

He was carefully comparing something with the drawing on the table.

At this time, Xueyan on the side looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated.

Lin Daiyu didn't even raise her head, as if she had seen through everything, and said lightly,