Women are not born weak. In the long river of history, there was a long period of time when women carried a piece of the sky. With the advent of the survival mode of hunting for a living, women gradually faded out of the stage of history. What followed was a story of fame and trouble.

Whether it is Bao Xi or Daji, women are always the culprits who affect men's normal judgment. Since ancient times, there has been a saying that men conquer the world and women conquer men.

Chonghua gathered the blanket on his body and looked at the bald branches in the yard.

Usually at this time, she likes to turn out the electric blanket at home. Although the heating is also good, there is a little time when it is very cold before it really starts heating. Brew instant coffee with a cup of milk, light an electric blanket and cuddle into the quilt on a moonlit night. Looking at the north wind whistling outside, my whole body was warm.

Zhou Wenyuan's mood at this time was rarely a little irritable.

As soon as he raised his hand, before Dongfang Xu could shout, his little finger had already separated from his palm. The sharp pain made his scalp tingle instantly. Cold sweat suddenly soaked his clothes. The bleeding from the bite of his lips was blowing, but Dongfang Xu didn't shout out after all.

Thin sprays of blood were sprinkled on the bluestone bricks with a slight amount of snow. There was a sweet smell in the air.

Chonghua looked at Dongfang Xu's severed finger and Zhou Wenyuan's gloomy face lightly.

Don't look away, look at the dead leaves fluttering in the wind on the treetops, and tighten the blanket on your body again.

It's not the middle of winter yet, it's already so cold.

Zhou Wenyuan looked at Chonghua and turned his face away without caring at all. Not even the slightest tremor in the fingers. It is also possible to do it without affecting the top. But trembling all over is not something you can control. But Chonghua really doesn't care if Dongfang Xu can survive.

Is this woman so vicious?

"Take Mr. Dongfang down for treatment." Zhou Wenyuan coldly commanded.

The guards immediately lifted Dongfang Xu, who was about to faint, down, and took away the severed fingers. If it is in modern times, the severed finger with a clean and neat fracture can be connected. But this is not modern after all. Dongfang Xu may only be able to live with nine fingers in the future.

Zhou Wenyuan got up and walked to the edge of the beauty couch, reached out and pinched Chonghua's chin, forcing her to look up at herself.

"I know what you're thinking. If you don't care, you won't continue to embarrass him. But if you think that the master will let you go like this. Then you're daydreaming. The last few words were almost squeezed out of his teeth.

"Come on, send the Ling family to Chunxiang Pavilion, from today onwards, the Ling family will be the new concubine of the mansion." Zhou Wenyuan shook off Chonghua's chin.

The guards stepped forward to lift the beauty couch and carried Chonghua to the backyard.

Jinghua Shuiyue got the order and went to Chunxiang Pavilion to continue to serve Chonghua. There is no hint of surveillance. Last time, they lost Chonghua alive, and this time they are desperate and will not let Chonghua escape again.

Chunxiang Pavilion is located in the southeast corner of the backyard and is a small independent building. Small and small with three floors, the yard is full of peach blossoms. In the spring, the pink and white sweetness fills the courtyard.

Where to live, Chonghua doesn't care. Just give her a place to live and think about how she will live her life in the future.

When Chonghua was carried into the backyard, he attracted a crowd of onlookers.

The maids of Yingying Yanyan were all at the door of their own courtyard, looking at them carefully. The inquiring gaze looked up and down. For ancient women, Miss Ling Er's appearance was not a country or a city. It doesn't match the beauty at all. But it is such a delicate little face, with a pair of dark and bottomless eyes. It adds a mysterious charm.

Chonghua was sent to Chunxiang Pavilion. The maids went back to the house one after another to report the news that their master's backyard had entered the newcomer.

Although the prince of Tongjiang is rumored to be tyrannical, many maids in Tongfang have been killed. But this did not delay in the slightest, and a woman volunteered to send it to the door. Everyone has a dream of being favored by the prince of Tongjiang one day, and they are all working tirelessly for this dream.

Since ancient times, where there have been women, there have been incidents. The reason why the red faces and troubles in history can become stories is because they all appeared independently. If these women are all put together in a story, then the key to the excitement is probably not that men will bring disaster to the country and the people because of their doting on their concubines.

House fighting is a woman's battlefield.

Chonghua was carried into the house, and the guards bowed and bowed. Even if Chonghua was just a concubine, they could see that this woman was different from the prince.

Jinghua and Shuiyue had already arrived at Chunxiang Pavilion one step earlier and roughly cleaned up the room. It's fairly clean and tidy.

Chonghua's demeanor was calm and quiet. On the contrary, Jinghua and Shui Yue did not dare to persuade deeply. I'm afraid that if I don't say a word correctly, Chonghua will kill himself.

The only thing that sets Chunxiang Pavilion apart from other courtyards is that Chunxiang Pavilion has its own kitchenette. In the other courtyards, meals are received from the kitchen of the compound. And Chunxiang Pavilion can get the raw materials and start their own in the small kitchen.

This also made Jinghua and Shui Yue breathe a deep sigh of relief.

You must know that in the backyard, there are only ways to fight openly and secretly, and to bully and make things difficult, only you can't think of them, and you can't do it without them.

Chonghua's nature is not quarrelsome with the world, if he is made difficult because of these trivial things, he is afraid that he will not have the desire to live well. I'm afraid this is also what the prince thought about in advance.

Because he was temporarily detained because he was going out to teach, Chonghua's thin luggage was still in Dongfang Xu's residence. I simply don't want it, and all the clothes and jewelry should be new.

In addition to the mirror flowers and water moon, Chunxiang Pavilion also has eight second-class maids who serve together, eight third-class maids, and four maids in the courtyard. There are four daughters-in-law and sons-in-law in the outer courtyard. The kitchen lady has one cook, and three helpers.

Although it is a small courtyard where an aunt lives. But on a large scale, it is not something that modern people can accept lightly.

Everyone saluted Chonghua in the front hall and then retreated, each performing his duties. All of them are conscientious and have no extra thoughts.

Chonghua waited for her to clean up her hair and clothes, and then went back to the bed to nourish herself.

Ling Yuehe's physique is the physique of a deep boudoir. Not to mention thinness, but also strict nutritional deficiencies. Saying that she has no power to restrain the chicken is a compliment to her. I'm afraid it won't last long to serve a rice bowl.

Chonghua habitually snapped his fingers. I used to use computer codewords, and my fingers were more flexible than any part of my body. But because of this, there is often a slight pain in the fingers. Gradually, Chonghua developed the habit of breaking his fingers from time to time. Nowadays, although there is no need for codewords, the habit is still there.

Looking at her snow-white hands, although Miss Ling Er was not favored at home, she had never suffered hardship. A pair of jade hands are still delicate and tender.

So, what else can these hands do?

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