"Miss, you" The master's behavior just now did not make Qinglian's eyes pop.
I really doubt that my eyesight was wrong.
Could it be that an illness has transformed the young lady?
With some remaining memories, Yun Dingchu made two gestures to the little girl.
The girl immediately took the Four Treasures of the Study, spread it out on snow-white rice paper, and wrote with a brush: grab a little astragalus, two handfuls of rice stalks, and half a yam. " As soon as she finished writing, she felt dizzy, nauseated, and wanted to vomit.
Qinglian quickly helped her to the bed to rest.
Looking at the young lady's pale cheek, she then looked at the regular script characters that the master had just drawn on her hand.
Fortunately, she had attended school for a few days and knew how to pronounce these characters.
She didn't dare to ask the young lady why she didn't use gestures but used pen and ink.
Expressing herself, the girl hurried away. same moment East wing of Xiangguo Mansion In order to make the Prime Minister's Mansion more beautiful tomorrow, Mrs.
Liu personally directed the servants to decorate the palace, and took the house servants in charge of housework to patrol around in an arrogant manner, fearing that something might be a little bit wrong, which would offend the guests, and finally went into the kitchen to turn over the food.
While preparing the recipe, her eyebrows suddenly furrowed slightly, and she thought of someone.
"Where's Aunt Zhang?"
"Madam, it seems that Nanny Zhang fainted in the toilet."
"Bring it up."
"yes."
A few moments later, Grandma Zhang, with disheveled hair and a face as swollen as a pig's head, was brought up by the guards.
She used to be a stout woman, but now her face is even more terrible.
Her eyes are narrowed into a line, her lips are swollen, and her cheeks are high.
It was almost impossible to see the cheekbones, and the skin of each one was shiny, and at a glance, it was obvious that it was not normal at all, and everyone knew that they were stung by a wasp.
"What's going on?"
"Madam, my servant messed up.
Madam, please punish me."
Aunt Zhang knelt down in front of Mrs.
Xiangguo, crying in a high-pitched voice.
Her face was so swollen that she could not withstand her own blows from left and right.
Blood overflowed from the corners of his fat mouth, looking ferocious and terrifying.
"Mother."
The soft voice is like an epiphyllum blooming in the dark night.
The eyebrows, eyes, lips, and delicate facial features, coupled with the graceful figure, are like a precious classical painting.
The lotus steps are shining, like a gorgeous cloud from the outside.
Float into the house.
"Oh, who is this?"
"Kowtow to Miss Third, my servant is Grandma Zhang."
"It's you, why did you become so ugly?"
"Take her down."
Mrs.
Liu, the Prime Minister's wife, had no expression on her face and waved her hand to the guards to take this useless thing away so that she would not be upset when she saw it.
Mammy brought this piece from her natal family as a dowry gift given to her by her father.
Over the years, she has been getting along day and night with her.
Although she is a master and servant, Mrs.
Liu has already surpassed the relationship between master and servant towards her.
Otherwise, today, He would never let her off so easily.
"Mom, how could Grandma Zhang be like that?"
Mrs.
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Liu did not answer her daughter's question, and her eyes suddenly became dark.
After a moment, she held her daughter's hand and said affectionately: "Xue Yuan, you must live up to your expectations this time.
If the emperor chooses you, we will not be able to enjoy all the glory in our life.
The whole family's future will rest on you." ” "But, mother, my daughter is really scared."
The emperor looks down on us, so Mrs.
Liu did not let her precious daughter say this.
"Everything depends on mother and your father."
This sentence is equivalent to giving Yun Xueyuan some dumplings to eat.
She is just waiting to be the woman who dominates the harem.
In the dark night, Mrs.
Liu asked her servants to summon Yun Dingchu, but Yun Dingchu excused himself by saying that he was sick and could not get out of bed.
Such courage, Mrs.
Liu was still a little angry after all.
Aunt Zhang had been bullied before, and now she was making excuses not to visit her.
Mrs.
Liu really suspected that Yun Dingchu had borrowed courage from the King of Hell.
Ahem, cough, cough, Yun Dingchu was lying on the bed with a sick look on his face.
He made two gestures to Qinglian with his hands.
Qinglian quickly translated to Mr.
Liu: "Madam, the lady said that she is seriously ill and will die soon, so she cannot get out of bed.
My regards to you, madam, and your forgiveness."
Mrs.
Liu glanced at the weak woman with disheveled hair on the hospital bed.
If the broken medicine jar could not contain the wind, whoever gets married would be in trouble.
He stepped forward with a smile on his face: "Dingchu, are you okay?"
"The meals prepared by Aunt Zhang for you are all carefully selected.
If your body is so weak, you should use ginseng to replenish it.
Why do you refuse to use it?
Moreover, you use honey to attract so many wasps to attack Aunt Zhang." " In front of me, the face of a first-class lady is so kind and kind, but she is just a hypocritical face.
Let her eat ginseng so that she can meet the King of Hell earlier so that she can please her and get what she wants.
Unfortunately, she is no longer the same Yun Dingchu who is at the mercy of others
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