High-class maid

"What should we do? This is such a good opportunity to meet Miss Shen, are we just going to miss it?" Uncle He said regretfully.

Song Wenyang also felt sorry, but he was currently in mourning and in the Song residence, so his every move was under scrutiny. It was better to keep a low profile.

"Uncle He, please help me send a congratulatory gift. Now that I know about it, I can't just sit idly by," Song Wenyang said.

“Young Master is very thoughtful, but I don’t know what would be appropriate to send?” He Bo asked.

"Let's send two potted dragon blood trees over. Dragon blood trees bring good fortune and ward off evil spirits. I think Xing'er will like them."

Song Wenyang thought of that money-grubbing little girl. If he gave her something too expensive, she might be gossiped about by the neighbors. If he gave her some ordinary food, she would forget about him after eating it. So he decided to give her two potted dragon blood trees, which had a good meaning and she could take care of them.

"Yes! Then this old servant will go and do it right away!" With something to do, He Bo's leg pain subsided, and he regained his strength.

“Uncle He!” Song Wenyang called out to him.

"Is there anything else you need, young master?" He Bo was in high spirits. He hadn't felt this energetic in a long time. Now that his young master had found a girl he liked, he felt as if he had come back to life.

Song Wenyang found his eager expression somewhat amusing. He walked over, gave He Bo a silver note, and said...

"Where can I use your money? Go buy two dragon blood trees, and keep the rest of the money to buy some good food."

"I don't want it, I don't want it! I'm old, how can I spend so much money? Besides, young master will need money for many things in the future, such as engagement and wedding."

He Bo looked at the silver notes in front of him and hurriedly waved his hand in refusal.

"Please keep this! Go back now! Do your best for me, and don't let any other men get close to Xing'er!" Song Wenyang knew what He Bo's weakness was, so he said in a low voice.

"Yes! Now that Miss Shen's family has regained their commoner status, they still have connections in the Ministry of Rites and the wealth they've accumulated. They might already be coveted by some."

He Bo became increasingly flustered as he spoke. He couldn't refuse the silver note, so he grabbed it and ran away.

"Uncle He! After I finish my business at the manor, I'll head straight to Jinling! I'll come pick you up once I pass the imperial examination!" Song Wenyang called out to Uncle He's retreating figure.

"Alright! I'll wait for you!" Uncle He didn't even turn his head; he was still waiting to help his young master make a good impression at his future father-in-law's house!

As for the silver notes? He would keep them and take them out when the young master got married, so that he wouldn't be short of money.

Since the young lady's death, the servants of Jinling had been either driven away or died, living a life of mere survival. Now that the real culprit was dead, He Bo felt for the first time that there was hope in life.

Neither of them knew that this was the last time they, master and servant, would meet.

After leaving the Song residence, He Bo hired a carriage, which was unusual for him. His leg pain was a minor matter; the main thing was that the gifts he was giving couldn't be too shabby, so he had to at least travel by carriage.

"I want these two biggest ones!" Uncle He waved his hand and bought two of the biggest dragon blood trees in front of the flower shop. The shopkeeper also gave him a small pot of phalaenopsis orchids as a gift.

"Brother He, you've come all this way, why did you bring anything? You're being too polite!" Shen Kun saw that it was almost time, so he stood at the door to greet his guest, and just then he ran into Uncle He who was returning from the street.

"Isn't this to congratulate you on starting a new life? This is a small token of my and my young master's appreciation, Brother Shen, please accept it." Uncle He walked forward with a smile and said softly.

"Oh? This matter has troubled Young Master Song? He has really gone to great lengths."

"No problem, no problem. We're old friends. If it weren't for Young Master Song being in mourning, he would have come to congratulate us in person."

He Bo was quite adept at making polite remarks.

Shen Kun smiled as he carried the things home, and Shen Xing'er came out of her house when she heard the noise.

Today she wore a peach-pink padded jacket on top and a skirt of the same color on the bottom. There were silver-embroidered butterflies on the cuffs. She only wore a silver hairpin in her hair. Wang thought her clothes were too plain, so she put a pair of ruby ​​butterfly earrings on her.

Looking at this outfit from afar, one can only sense that it is neither ostentatious nor simple.

"Let me do it." Shen Xing'er stepped forward to take the dragon blood tree from Uncle He's hands.

"No need, no need, it's just a short walk." He Bo dodged to the side and avoided it.

Just kidding! That young lady is dressed so beautifully, how could she be carrying things? Besides, if the young master knew, he would feel sorry for her.

However, Shen Xing'er's unpretentious manner made He Bo even more satisfied. He now saw Shen Xing'er as perfect in every way.

Seeing that she couldn't refuse him, Shen Xing'er didn't hesitate and hurriedly ran to the hall to lift the curtain.

"Sister Wang? It seems I'm late. Someone actually arrived before me!" Yuan Dali's family member's voice came before they even entered the door. As soon as she finished speaking, Shen Xing'er saw her walk in with her son and daughter.

"Qiaojie, Shitou, come and have some candy." Shen Xing'er looked at the two adorable children and squatted down to greet them.

The siblings didn't rush over immediately. Instead, they looked at their mother first, and only after she nodded did they dare to run to Shen Xing'er.

Shen Xing'er gave each of them a handful of candy and then grabbed a handful of melon seeds for Yuan Dali's family.

"Look, it's different after living in the manor. If I didn't recognize Xing'er, I would have thought she was a young lady from some family!" Yuan Dali's wife praised Shen Xing'er sincerely, looking at her well-dressed appearance.

In other words, Shen Xing'er understands this person and knows that she has no bad intentions. If someone else said this about her, she would probably have to think about what that person meant.

"Don't praise her, little sister. She's very shy. Where's Brother Yuan?" Wang Shi came out of the kitchen carrying a plate and came to Shen Xing'er's rescue.

"He came right after work. I already told my husband to leave work early today." Yuan Dali's wife was eating sunflower seeds, not knowing where to throw the shells.

"Just throw it on the ground, girl. I'll clean it up again after you leave." Wang pointed to the ground and went to the kitchen to get the washed dishes.

"Oh, right, this is a gift for you." Yuan Dali's wife took out four boxes of pastries from the basket.

Nowadays, it's popular to give pastries as gifts in Beijing. Half a pound of each is fine, and two pounds of pastries look nice and are not shabby, but they are not cheap.

"It's even a Qianshansu pastry? This girl really went to great lengths." Looking at the unique packaging of Qianshansu, Wang thought to herself that Yuan Dali's family was being too generous.

"Sister Wang, please accept this. Our two families live so close, even closer than relatives, to put it arrogantly. Besides, my Dali only helps you feed the horses, and you give us money every month to buy some pastries, what's wrong with that?"

Yuan Dali's family saw things clearly and said with a smile.