Catching up with Emperor Zhaofeng's birthday, Aunt Lan was just a cheap concubine, and the Bofu didn't even send the letter to the eldest lord who participated in the court, so he buried Aunt Lan at the foot of the mountain, and she was accompanied by the martyred maid Qing'e.

After the eldest master came back, he was just stunned when he heard the news of Aunt Lan's death, and then bathed and changed clothes as usual, and rested in Minghuayuan.

Aunt Lan's death was like a small pebble thrown into the lake, and the ripples that rippled before they reached the bottom of people's hearts, they quietly dispersed.

Zhen Jing, who was locked up, still learned of Aunt Lan's death.

That day, the little maid Brother Dong pushed the door in with a food box, and the creak of the door opening did not alarm Zhen Jing, she shrank in the chair in a daze, like a lifeless delicate puppet.

Brother Dong frowned uncomfortably when he saw it.

She didn't like the three girls very much.

Although the third girl was silent every time, for some reason, even the air around her was lifeless, which made people feel depressed.

"Third girl, it's time to eat." Brother Dong put the food box on the long table and laid out the dishes and chopsticks one by one.

Zhen Jing looked at Brother Dong and rolled her eyes.

"Then the servant retired."

Anyway, if she doesn't eat or not, she will come to collect it later, and she doesn't want to stay here for a moment.

Brother Dong is not very old, and he has not yet been at home to hide his emotions, and the look of disgust was bumped into by Zhen Jing.

"Stand still."

The voice came from behind, cool, slowly, like a snake, slowly climbing up its calves.

Brother Dong's body trembled, and he turned his head: "What else does the third girl command?" ”

"Command?" Zhen Jing lowered her head and muttered, looking helpless and delicate.

Brother Dong breathed a sigh of relief slightly.

What is she afraid of, the third girl can't even take a step at the door now, and I heard that the family affairs have also retreated, so I'm afraid that in the future, it will not be as good as a maid with a head and a face.

Her sister, but Xia Mei next to the old lady, is only second-class. It's pretty decent.

Thinking of this, Brother Dong straightened up.

I saw Zhen Jing suddenly smile, suddenly grabbed a plate of dishes on the table and threw it over.

Brother Dong screamed, subconsciously dodged to the side, and most of the steaming tender tofu splashed on his clothes.

The blue and white porcelain saucer shattered at his feet, and the hot soup splashed onto the embroidered shoes.

The pair of soft satin embroidered shoes that had just been issued in the autumn mansion were instantly stained with a large stain.

"Third girl, what are you doing here?" Brother Dong jumped his feet hotly, and he forgot to be respectful between his words.

Zhen stood up quietly, and the decadence and dazedness of many days were like strong oil ignited by sparks, setting off a soaring heat wave.

Brother Dong was shocked. watched Zhen Jing come to him motionlessly, and then snapped, and his cheek had already been slapped in the face.

"Cheap slave Yangzi, I'm the third girl in this mansion, and I can also dislike it?"

"Three girls, the maid didn't-"

There was another snap, and Brother Dong suddenly covered the other side of his face, only to feel a hot pain in his cheeks.

Zhen Jing seemed to have finally found the object of venting, and put her hands together. Hit again.

Brother Dong didn't dare to fight back, but he was provoked, and shouted while hiding: "The third girl is the master, it's hard to do anything for the maid and a little girl." If you want to put the master's money, go to your aunt's place, isn't she also a slave? ”

"You, you dare to call my aunt?" Zhen Jing this time in addition to venting. Really came the anger.

Brother Dong sneered: "What don't you dare, Aunt Lan is afraid that the grass is starting to grow on the grave now." ”

Zhen Jing's expression was dull for a moment, and then it was like a crack in her mask. A little desperate, a little crazy, grabbed Brother Dong's hand: "What did you say?" Say it again to me! ”

"Oops, you let go." Brother Dong was frightened by Zhen Jing's appearance, broke free with all his might, and ran away like a whirlwind.

The sound of slamming the door came, and Zhen Jing was still stunned.

"Auntie is dead? How could it be, how could it be? No, I want to see my father! ”

rushed to the door and patted desperately: "Someone, I want to see my father, someone-"

This movement is not small, and the door is open.

"Mama Lin, is my father going to see me?" There was a glimmer of light in Zhen Jing's eyes.

Before the eldest lady Jiang married in, Mama Lin was the housekeeper in the eldest lord's courtyard, and she was really a close confidant of the eldest lord.

Mama Lin stood there with a calm face: "Third girl, the prince of the world let you take good care of your body." ”

"Where is my father, I want to see him!"

Mama Lin's eyes were not shocked, and she said lightly: "The prince is resting at Aunt Xiu's." ”

"Aunt Xiu?" Zhen Jing was stunned.

"Yes, after Aunt Lan went, Mrs. was afraid that the prince would have fewer people to serve, so she bought some people from outside. Two of them were given to the prince, and Aunt Xiu got the blue eyes of the prince and was just carried to the aunt. Mama Lin said and looked at Zhen Jing's eyes and finally had a trace of pity, "Third girl, you better recuperate." ”

Seeing that Mama Lin was about to close the door, Zhen Jing stretched out her hand to support the door, her face was as pale as a ghost: "Mama Lin, can you tell me, how did Aunt Lan go?" ”

"Uh, didn't you serve the third girl a few days ago, and you were tired and sick, but it's a pity that Aunt Lan was weak and didn't survive it......" Mama Lin finished speaking and gently closed the door.

The sound of the door closing came, and at that moment, Zhen Jing felt as if her heart was closed.

My aunt was tired and sick and didn't get through it?

Zhen Jing hung her head, her long nails sinking deep into her flesh.

My aunt originally stayed here to take care of her, but one day she suddenly felt unwell, but how could she believe that she went because of this!

Zhen Jing remembered the inexplicable words that her aunt said under the pretext of coming to see her two days ago.

"Jing'er, my aunt is all for you, let my aunt deal with all the injuries, my son, as long as you take care of it, it will be good to enter the prince's mansion in the future, ......"

What did my aunt do?

Did something happen in the house that led to the death of my aunt?

Zhen Jing walked like a walking corpse and sat down in front of the dressing mirror, looking at the person in the mirror.

The pale complexion, the emaciated face, although extremely beautiful, seems to be a fragile paper beauty, and it will be broken when touched.

She can't go on like this anymore, she has to take care of her body and capture the heart of the six princes. She couldn't let her aunt die in vain.

Zhen Jing grabbed the wenge wooden chopsticks placed on the table and ate them in a big gulp.

Minghuayuan has different thoughts on this side, and Hefeng Yuan is also not calm.

Aunt Lan's death brought not only Aunt Xiu, but also Aunt Li.

"Madame, tea, please." A woman wearing a light rose-red embroidered green butterfly shirt knelt in front of Wen with a tea cup held high.

Beyond the tea cup that emitted hot steam, what fell into Wen's eyes was a picturesque face.

The third master and Wen sat opposite each other, their eyes fell on the beauty in front of them for a while, and fell on Wen for a while, and they couldn't tell what they were thinking.

It's just that Aunt Li has been kneeling for a little longer, and her hands holding up the tea cup tremble slightly. He bit his lower lip again and held it steadily.

Zhen Miao sat at the bottom of Wen's head, holding her cheeks and quietly looking at the new aunt.

Regarding Wen's delay in accepting Aunt Li's tea, there is no intention of reminding her.

If the Wen family still plans to reconcile with the third master and be a virtuous and virtuous housewife, it is natural to show generosity.

But my mother clearly doesn't even care about my father anymore, an aunt, if she is unhappy, she has to bear it!

Aunt Li's pair of bright autumn eyes really glanced at the third master, and the appearance of wanting to talk was really pitiful to me.

It's a pity that I haven't waited for the third master to speak. Wen had already taken the teacup and took a sip casually before saying, "What is the name of Mrs., should you be called Mrs." Let others listen to it and think that there are no rules in our Bofu. ”

As soon as these words came out, the third master's face was not good-looking.

According to the rules of the previous dynasties, only a woman who has an order can be called a lady, and who in the capital does not know that the third master of Lu Dao has been robbed of his official body. Even the order of the Wen family is gone.

It's just that in some big households, even if there is no master who has an order, the subordinates will shout Mrs. when they flatter. No one takes it too seriously.

Wen's brought it up right now, didn't he slap his old face with a bang?

The third master was like a teenager who committed the second disease some time ago, and he did a lot of trouble, and was scolded twice by Zhen Miao, knowing that the Oiran was not attracted by his own charm, and when he was discouraged, he tried to find a few steps Wen didn't give him a step, and he was a little broken.

After all, he is a grandfather, and when that momentum passes, he also regrets it in his heart, and plans to live a good life.

For the newly acquired concubine, although he has a little affection, the third master who is not sick has no intention of spoiling his wife and killing the concubine, but Wen's merciless slap in the face made him feel bitter and unspeakable, and he understood that once something happened, it seemed that he really couldn't go back.

Wen didn't even look at the third master, and took out a silver hairpin and put it on the tray, which was considered to be a reward for Aunt Li.

"Mrs. Xie's reward." Aunt Li didn't see any dissatisfaction on her face, and respectfully put it away.

Then give Zhen Miao a salute.

Zhen Miao returned the salute and said with a smile: "Auntie is a good color." ”

"Okay, I've drunk the tea, and I'll talk about it in front of the master today. Aunt Li, I don't need you to come to say hello in the future, you just serve the master well. ”

"Madam, how can it be done, it is the concubine who serves you—"

Wen interrupted her impatiently: "Didn't I buy you to serve the master?" I have a lot of maids, I don't need you, you can concentrate on serving the master in the future, don't enter my door if you have nothing to do. ”

"Wen, you—" The third master gritted his teeth.

What is she doing, it is her duty to serve the mastermother, she doesn't even bother to call the concubine, does it mean that she doesn't even want to be the mastermother?

"What is this doing, master, am I not thinking about your concubine, what's the matter, this is also wrong?"

The third old man looked at Wen's impatient appearance, suddenly became discouraged, and flicked his sleeves and left.

Aunt Wen glanced at Aunt Li: "What are you still doing in a daze, don't you wait for the master soon!" ”

"Yes." Aunt Li pinched the silver hairpin and bowed out of the room, and after stepping out of the moon gate, she faintly heard the maid's laughter.

"What kind of aunt, used to reward the silver hairpin of the subordinates, and she is still carrying it."

Aunt Li paused.

"Hehe, did they buy it from outside, maybe I haven't seen it."

Aunt Li straightened up, inserted the silver hairpin into her bun, looked back, and turned to leave. (To be continued......)

PS: Thank you Kexi, tangxiao818, Po'an cx, black tea coffee, Oriental Fengyun, and the baboon queen for the peace charms, and thank you for the pink voted by the children's shoes. Ahem, there are two arrears that I asked for pink last month, and I will try to pay them back next week.