Chapter 3 Pampering in person, she is a little different

Just like Yun Xiangrong, she has been married to Zhou Mu for two years but is not welcomed, and she never rests in her house, but her identity as a master mother and the power of the family can still beat and scold Qing Niang, a favored concubine, at will.

Yun Xiangrong saw her expression out of the corner of his eye, and a hint of ridicule flashed at the corner of his mouth. It seems that this Zhou Mu's favorite concubine doesn't know what kind of person her Zhou Lang is.

Zhou Mu looked at her for a long time, and then he sighed: "Okay." Don't make a fuss. How can the power of the family be handed over if it is said to be handed over? Put the keys away. ”

"Zhou Lang......" Qing Niang didn't expect Zhou Mu to react like this, and suddenly opened her mouth in a hurry, and the hand holding his clothes couldn't stop tightening, and suddenly wrinkled. Yun wants to tolerate it, she wants it, why not give it to her?

"That's enough." With another low shout, Zhou Mu glared at Qing Niang with warning, and nailed her to the spot alive, no longer squeaking.

He looked at Yun Xiangrong, "You are the lady I am marrying, no one can shake your position, don't say these angry words next time." ”

"Alright, let's eat." Stretching out his hand to push Qing Niang's body away, Zhou Mu walked over her body to the table and sat down, and immediately a maid stepped forward with a basin for him to clean his hands.

Qing Niang was so cold by his actions that she froze in place and couldn't move.

Yun Xiangrong looked at her stiff back, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, and he turned around and sat down.

"What are you still standing for?" Zhou Mu saw that Qingniang did not react, so he raised his voice to call her.

Qing Niang turned around and walked to the table, before her ass was firmly seated, she saw Yun Xiang looking at her with a smile, she was angry, and she wanted to speak, but she heard Zhou Mu call her.

She looked up at him and beckoned, "Sit next to me." His words made Qing Niang burst into tears and laughed, glanced at Yun Xiangrong demonstratively, and sat down beside Zhou Mu with a happy face.

Yun Xiangrong didn't seem to see it, and ate quietly.

"Does it still hurt? I still have alabaster in my room that I finally get, and I will send it to you when I go back, which is cool and pain-relieving. As soon as Qing Niang sat down, her warm and generous hand fell on her face and asked softly.

His pity made Qing Niang's tears fall again, and she choked up, "Yes." ”

"Don't cry, I know that you have been wronged today, what do you want, I will bring it back to you when I go back." Zhou Mu's voice fell, and he subconsciously glanced at Yun Xiangrong. But I saw that she didn't seem to hear herself speak, eating quietly, but the hand holding the soup spoon was pale due to the exertion, and the whole person seemed to have a deep sadness.

Zhou Mu's eyes flashed with doubts, and she seemed to be a little different today.

"Thank you, young master." Qing Niang responded in a sullen voice, and glanced at Yun Xiangrong without a trace, her eyes were full of pride.

And Yun Xiangrong didn't seem to see her demonstration, she ate slowly, and waited for Zhou Mu to put down her chopsticks for a while before she elegantly wiped her mouth with a handkerchief.

"I'm going to have a banquet for your guests in a few days, and you should put more thought into it." Seeing that Yun wanted to put down the dishes and chopsticks, Zhou Mu slowly spoke.

"The concubine has written it down, so she will retire first." Yun Xiangrong smiled softly when he heard this, and was slightly blessed, and then he was helped away by Chu Er.

Calculating the time, this is the time when Honglu Siqing is rising, and he and two other officials from the fourth rank are competing for the position of Honglu Siqing, she remembers that in her previous life, she put down her face and entrusted her father, and he took this position.

As for now, is it possible to think that she will be a good person in vain and repeat the mistakes of the past?