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Ning Xiang got up early in the morning, not because she didn't want to sleep a little longer, but because she had nightmares and always woke up, it was better not to sleep.

The child is immature, and it can be seen that there is discomfort, Ling'er looked at Ning Xiang yawning with dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes couldn't hide the distress.

The morning meal is that the maids in the courtyard get up early and eat together and then go to the master's yard, at this time everyone sits around a big long table, holding their own rice and eating silently.

Their morning meal is simple, just a dead dough cake for each person, scooping some salty and smelly mustard from the tank, and a bowl of millet porridge with no rice particles. Occasionally, in order to show his generosity, the master of the dean will paste some mung bean soup or something for them, and this situation is rare.

Ning Xiang smelled the familiar smell of pickles, and suddenly became refreshed. This familiar atmosphere gave her the illusion that she was still alive in a previous life.

After eating, everyone cleaned up their own dishes and chopsticks, and then the cook sent them back to the dining room.

Ling'er was afraid that Ning Xiang was too young and would be scolded if she couldn't wash it cleanly, so she washed it for her.

After that, he led Ning Xiang and followed Bi'er to the main house.

"Mama Pei, is Madame up?" Bi'er saw that the eldest lady's most trusted companion was already standing at the door of the house, and knew that the master had stayed here yesterday, otherwise they would have called Mama Pei to get up.

As soon as Mama Pei saw them coming, she raised her eyelids slightly, and made a slight downward motion with her hand holding the handkerchief, Bi'er and Ling'er understood, so they retreated silently.

Ning Xiang followed them to the small kitchen in the courtyard of the eldest lady, and at this moment the other maids had already arrived at their respective posts, boiling water, mopping the floor, and watering the flowers.

The small kitchen also clanged, which was preparing the meal that the master was going to eat.

"Prepare the objects for the two masters to get up." As a personal big girl, Bi'er is not angry and arrogant when she goes to that station, and it seems that she often rules these subordinates.

Ling'er just hung her head and waited, and then a little maid brought a copper basin and handed it to her with warm hot water. Bi'er took a tray, two light salt water, and a spittoon and placed it on it steadily.

"You wait here, when the master goes to the front yard, I will take you to see the lady." Ling'er saw that Ning Xiang was at a loss, and was afraid that she would collide with Jiang Zhizhou like this, so she asked her to stay.

Then Bi'er and Ling'er left one after the other.

The rest of the maids and daughters-in-law also had their own work, and Ning Xiang had to wait in the corner boredly.

After about two pillars of incense, only Ling'er came back with a bunch of things, which shows that Bi'er stayed by Mrs. to serve.

"Let's go, Madame is talking about you." The little maid hurriedly surrounded her and took away the things in Ling'er's hand, and Ling'er took a breath and beckoned Ning Xiang to go with her.

When she arrived at Madame, Ning Xiang didn't wait for Ling'er to remind her, so she obediently knelt at Mrs. Jiang's feet.

Madame Jiang wanted to admonish the words, but when they came to her mouth, she swallowed them back. There was also a softness in the eyes.

This girl is well-behaved and obedient, but it is right for Mrs. Jiang's appetite.

"Early this morning, news came in from outside, and your family is gone."

Gone? Ning Xiang suddenly raised her head and looked at Mrs. Jiang in horror. There was no such thing in her previous life, and when she died, her brother was in school.

Madame Jiang's dancôme-stained hand pinched her cheek: "Don't be afraid. Your mother killed your father and your brother, and then committed suicide, but since you came to Jiang's mansion to me, it was fate, and now I will give you two ways. ”

In Ning Xiang's uncertain expression, Mrs. Jiang's red lips opened lightly, and she said slowly: "Or, you go home, I will give you some silver taels, and you will have a fate with Jiang Mansion." Or, you stay here, draw a pledge on the deed of death, and let the lord post the date as yesterday. ”

Bi'er and Ling'er were shocked when they heard Mrs. Jiang's words. Ning Xiang's parents died like this, even if she went out, she wouldn't be able to live, everyone in the neighborhood could scold her to death with a mouthful of spittle, her biological mother killed her husband and son, and she didn't want to marry a good family in the future.

There was chaos yesterday, and Ning's father didn't have time to sign Ning Xiang's deed of sale, but today Ning Xiang signed it herself, and it was changed to yesterday, that is, he got out of touch with his parents before the accident at home. She doesn't need to take care of the future, and someone from her own government will take care of it for her.

The eldest lady's words were to find out if Ning Xiang was smart enough. The big girl next to Miss Yan must not only be heartfelt, but also smart.

If it was Ning Xiang in the previous life, she would definitely cry and shout to go home, but now Ning Xiang has experienced death, crawled back from the boundless darkness, and seen the face of her parents, which is incomparable.

Ning Xiang pretended to think for a moment, and finally gritted her teeth and kowtowed in front of Mrs. Jiang: "The slave is willing to follow Miss to the death!" ”

This is the second path!

A cluster of light flashed in Mrs. Jiang's eyes, and then she said to Ling'er: "I will point out both of you to the eldest lady, don't live up to my expectations!" ”

While he was talking, it was time for the concubines in the various courtyards to come and say goodbye.

Unlike when she spoke to Ning Xiang, Madame Jiang had a kind smile on her face when she treated her concubine, making people feel like a confidant sister. Ning Xiang had been in Jiang Yueyue's courtyard in her previous life, and she had never seen this meeting, but now she couldn't help but sigh when she looked at the eldest lady's face. It turns out that no matter who it is, they all have to live with a mask, and it's pitiful to think about.

"Madame is up!" At the signal of Mrs. Jiang, Bi'er walked outside and shouted such a sentence. Regardless of whether Mrs. Jiang got up at this time or not, the concubines had to shout like this when they entered the door, which was a rule and a deterrent.

Ning Xiang lowered her eyebrows and stood with Ling'er standing behind Mrs. Jiang's side, and watched a group of warblers and Yanyan come in with the fragrance of various fat powders.

"Greetings to Madame." The five of them entered the door and stood up, and all of them saluted Mrs. Jiang.

"Get up and sit down." Madame Jiang did not delay, and beckoned her subordinates to set up a round stool.

Ning Xiang looked at the past, they were all unfamiliar faces, Jiang Yueyue never interacted with the concubines on weekdays, and naturally she didn't have much contact.

Most of these women are in their teens and twenties, they are all very young, and Jiang Zhizhou only brought them into the house when Mrs. Jiang was pregnant.

The colleague followed and sent a famous local Oiran into the door, whose status was lower than others, and sat next to the door, and I heard that it was called "Yingyue".

When Chunying sat down for a short time, a little maid served tea to the housewife and the concubines, and Chunying got up again and served tea to Mrs. Jiang with her own hands. This is the dignity of a concubine who has a face in front of the master's mother.