"Madame, no! The steward brought three groups of people, and the main compartment selected more than 20 maids, and now they have been distributed everywhere! "Before the time of tea, there was another panicked report from the servant woman. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's no wonder that she made a fuss, you know, Shi Jiao'e has already been to the kitchen, the pulp washing room, and the sewing room with the selected maids...... Except for the key to Mrs. Liu, who needs to return the house, all other places have been interfered with by the people in the main compartment.

Moreover, after this short confrontation, although the slaves and maids in the house still looked down on Shi Jiao'e, they did not dare to openly resist her orders, and just watched silently.

In this way, although Shi Jiao'e did not seize power, she arranged her own manpower everywhere: four people were responsible for eating, four were responsible for washing, four were responsible for sewing clothes, four were responsible for sweeping and fetching water, and there were four big maids and a few little maids.

Don't look at the only 20 or so people, and they are not familiar with the things in the house, except for serving the lady and not interfering, but it really broke the pattern.

Liu Suizhu wants to take care of Shi Jiao'e again, wants to isolate her, let the subordinates ignore her, wants to forget her in the corner, and leaves her to fend for herself, it is not so easy.

"Sure enough, after being famous, the means are more ......" Liu Suizhu's eyelids drooped quickly, covering the coldness in his eyes: "Zhu Hai, you go and inform Lang'er's nurse, and when Lang'er wakes up, take him to take a warm bath first, and go to bad luck!" Then, you don't have to dry your hair too much, take him to the garden for a while, and have a good time! ”

Liu Suizhu smiled sarcastically, children are the most prone to colds. I just woke up sweating, so I took a cool shower immediately, and then ran out to blow the wind, hehe...... I hope this lesson can make Shi Jiao'e settle down a little, otherwise, she doesn't mind being more ruthless!

The best way to make a mother uncomfortable is to torture her child and ruin her child!

Han Lang can live until now because she didn't want to do it! She thought that Shi Jiao'e would die in the enemy camp! lost his biological mother, Han Lang is not a basis at all!

A little cub who obeys her not only does not threaten, but also brings out her generosity and benevolence.

But now......

How easy it is for a child to die!

There is still a long time before Han Lang grows up!

She has countless opportunities to make Han Lang die quietly! When the time comes, what will Shi Jiao'e do?! Without her son, everything she did was in vain!

When her Yi'er inherits the throne, this is not at her knead!

Competing for favor in the backyard, she understands these selfish methods too well!

……

In the evening of the same day, Han Lang began to have a fever.

Because of Mrs. Liu's orders, the nurse ruthlessly ignored his condition, watched him burn red, kept crying, and refused to report. Han Lang cried for a long time, kept shouting that he had a headache, he didn't eat a bite of dinner, and finally he was in a daze, and then he fainted.

Zhang wanted to report it the next day, but that night, Han Lang's condition suddenly worsened, his whole body was hot, and he completely lost consciousness.

In the second half of the night, Han Lang suddenly rolled his eyes, clenched his teeth, convulsed all over his body, and then foamed at the mouth. Zhang finally held him down, his body stopped twitching, and he vomited his lunch again.

Because of the violent vomiting, Han Lang was choked fiercely, and his little face was purple and bruised, although he was not dead, he only had half a breath left.

At this time, Zhang finally panicked.

"Miss Lamei, Young Master Lang's high fever does not go away, please go and report to Madame." Han Lang's nurse didn't dare to delay any longer, and trotted to report to the West Courtyard.

"Isn't it just a fever? What's the hurry? Madame has already slept, there is something to do, come back tomorrow! Lamei was arranged to keep vigil, she was already very sleepy, and when she saw someone disturbing her, she was even more impatient, and she didn't want to spread the word at all.

"Miss Lamei, Young Master Lang is really sick this time, everyone is burned, vomiting and diarrhea, don't dare to delay any longer, I still bother you to be accommodating......" Mrs. Zhang licked her face and pleaded, not daring to leave.

The young master is so sick, if he really dies - these subordinates who are waiting for them will have to pay for their lives!

She didn't want to die!

"Cut, it's better to burn it like a fool! lest the lady bother with him any more! Lamei sneered disdainfully, and didn't even look at her, "Go, go, go, don't get in the way here, if you wake up the king, no one can protect you!" ”

She waved her hand, like a fly, and drove Mrs. Zhang out.

Zhang was helpless, and he didn't dare to shout loudly, so he walked around the door several times, and finally was ruthless and stomped his feet and ran back.

"Brother Lang, don't blame the nurse, if you want to blame, blame your bad life." Zhang twisted a wet towel and put it on Han Lang's forehead, "If your mother dies outside, you don't have to suffer this kind of crime." ”

Yes, it's all Mrs. Stone! She had been captive for two years, and everyone thought she would die in the enemy camp, so what was she going to do when she came back?

There is no peace in this home.

Zhang Shi used a wet towel to put a wet towel on Han Lang's forehead while trying to find a way to feed him water. After all, Young Master Lang was also taken care of when he was sick in the past, except that he couldn't boil medicine, nothing else was much different.

If you drag on like this overnight, you shouldn't die!

As for burning into fools...... Hehe, as long as a person is alive, who cares if he is stupid or not?!

It's okay to be stupid, they are subordinates, so they don't have to be afraid.

……

In the main compartment, under the layers of curtains of the bed tent, Shi Jiao'e sat up violently and pressed her chest.

She gasped for air, her chest heaving rapidly, her eyes wide in horror, like a fish caught on the shore, dying and struggling. Her eyes were full of tears, her face was also cold, and she reached out and touched her forehead, only to find that she was already covered in a cold sweat.

It seems to be, having a nightmare.

She couldn't remember what she had dreamed about, only ...... That suffocating pain.

Shi Jiao'e sat in a daze, unable to come back to her senses for a long time.

She hadn't had a nightmare in a long time. Except for the days when he was captured at the beginning, he couldn't sleep peacefully every day and night, as soon as he closed his eyes, he would dream of the defeat of Nanxiang and the tragic death of his two children in front of him.

At that time, she would wake up as soon as she fell asleep, and then stroked her chest with palpitations, looked in the direction of Nanxiang, and sat until dawn.

Later, when she learned that the child was safe and had returned to her father, she no longer had nightmares.

What's going on today?

Why are you so flustered?

Shi Jiao'e sat all night, restless, and couldn't close her eyes at all. It wasn't until dawn that her palpitations eased a little.

"Ma'am, the hot water is ready." Wanxi walked into the room with a basin of hot water.

She was going to wait for Madame to get up, but she didn't expect that Madame had already dressed and sat next to the dresser.

Looks like he's been sitting for a long time.

"Ma'am?" Wanxi asked tentatively.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Shi Jiao'e looked up at her, her reaction was a little sluggish, and she said with a blank expression.

Wanxi frowned slightly--it's okay? Looking at Madame's appearance, it doesn't look like it's okay.