Sang Luzhi sat on the couch by the window embroidering, the soft satin shone softly, reflecting her pink cheeks, and there was still a bit of girlish innocence between her eyebrows.

She embroidered an upper, Buddha blue ruyi pattern, which at first glance was made for an elderly woman.

She embroidered so fine that she couldn't even drink tea, because she wanted to finish the work in her hand quickly.

She made the uppers for her mother, and her father's had already made them.

It's been almost a month since she came to the Zhiyong Mansion, and Wei Zongyong has been in her room almost every night.

Sang Luzhi knew his identity and didn't dare to complain in the slightest. It's just that every time it gets dark, she will be uncontrollably afraid from the bottom of her heart.

So she especially looks forward to the dawn, especially during the day.

During the day, Wei Zongyong is not at home, she can go to the garden to wander, and she can concentrate on embroidery.

When she was at home before, she took care of housework every day, but the family was really poor, and most of the needlework was sewing and mending, and she rarely needed embroidery.

However, she still relied on helping others to do needlework and practice a good embroidery, but unfortunately, she didn't have time to make a wedding dress for herself.

Her father is an old talent who has been tried and tested repeatedly, and Kiyosuke is lonely, like a withered pine tree on the top of a cliff, untimely and not good at making a living.

Just by sitting in the hall to earn a few dollars, it can't support a family of five at all.

Besides, grandmother Ma is old and sick, and she always eats a few pairs of grass recipes every month.

In the vain home with four walls, there is always a smell of bitter medicine, which seems to be absent, but it lingers.

My mother was an illiterate woman, and she made money by sewing and washing people to supplement the family.

Sang Luzhi also has a younger brother who is nine years younger than her, who is congenitally a little deficient, and when he grows to the age of seven or eight, he is still unsteady in walking.

If it weren't for his father who broke his leg while walking at night, Sang Luzhi might not have married into the Wei family.

Although she was born in hardship, her father always regarded herself as a scholar, and regarded integrity as more important than her life, and she was never allowed to be a concubine.

In the eyes of Father Sang, the concubine is a plaything raised by the master's family, and it is not as good as a maid.

The maid betrays the labor, while the concubine sacrifices the hue.

Sang Luzhi doesn't have much knowledge, but she is also literate and knows how to be polite, righteous and honest.

She thinks that she has not degenerated to the point of being willing to be a concubine, but seeing that her family is poor and sick, she really can't live, and she can't watch her family starve to death.

It's too old to be a maid at her age, and no owner wants to buy a seventeen-year-old maid, unless it's for the sake of getting through.

In that case, what is the difference between being a concubine and being a concubine?

What's more, the price of a girl in a room is several percent lower than that of a concubine.

Sang Luzhi knew that if she took this path, it would be tantamount to cutting herself off from her father.

Her father will never recognize her again until he dies.

But her family can survive, and her father can't die of hunger strike because of his grandmother's relationship.

Such a result was enough for her.

"Auntie, I've done so much of the day's work, but it's time to rest, beware of neck pain." The maid Aluo brought tea over, and wore a half-worn jacket on her body, and the sleeves were a little short.

"I'm not tired," Sang Luzhi said this, but still put the work in his hand down: "Aman got up early and said that he was going to take leave, can he leave now?" ”

Ah Luo and Ah Man are the two big girls of Sang Luzhi, Ah Man's mother has been sick for several days, and the family has sent a letter, saying that they are afraid that it is not very good, and they want her to go back.

"Auntie, don't worry, she's gone a long time ago." Ah Luo said and took the embroidery bandage on Sang Luzhi's hand and put it aside: "The weather is good now, is my aunt going out for a walk?" ”

Sang Luzhi is respectful and submissive, never dares to talk more and leave more in the house, and never takes the initiative to talk to anyone except for asking Mrs. Zhu and Bao in the morning and evening.

Most of the time, I am bored in the room to be a female celebrity, and when I am really tired, I go to the back garden for a walk.

Although she didn't know very well about the matter of the Zhiyong Mansion, she had heard a lot of noise before.

Before entering the door, Bao personally told her to keep her duty, and Sang Luzhi agreed.

She knew that the two sealed courtyards in the house were the residences of the two aunts before.

Bao asked her to settle down because he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

"If you don't go out, the flowers in the garden are all blooming, and it looks strange and sad." Sang Luzhi took a sip of tea, and then reached over to take the embroidery bandage.

The afterglow swept across the screen at the door, and a small shadow seemed to move.

Sang Luzhi turned his gaze, just in line with a line of sight, a small head poked out from behind the screen, a pair of black children's eyes, two girls, like a porcelain doll with a fine essence.

"Yo! Miss Seven, why did you get to this house? What about Chunping? A Luo stepped forward and led Wei Yirong into the house: "There is wind at the door, beware of blowing you sick." ”

Sang Luzhi often saw this Seventh Lady because she lived in the back of Bao's house.

Regarding Miss Seven's life experience, the people in the house are secretive, but everyone knows it, even Sang Luzhi is no exception.

Wei Zongyong didn't like her very much, and he couldn't help but lose his temper every time he saw her.

It's about thinking of her biological mother, Aunt Liu, and a series of conspiracies in the past.

Bao's is not bad to her, but in Sang Luzhi's opinion, sometimes it is too harsh.

Wei Yirong is about three years old, and he is well-behaved and pleasant.

Sang Luzhi likes children very much, she is the kind of person who is particularly patient and kind, and children often like to be close to her.

However, she still has concerns about Wei Yirong.

It's not for the child itself, but for fear of Bao's heart.

I think I have some intentions, so as to cause some trouble.

Of course, Wei Yirong didn't know what others were thinking, she paid more attention to the plate of Poria cake on the table.

Sang Luzhi casually took a piece to her, Wei Yirong took it upside down, and ate it happily.

"Slow down, don't choke," Sang Luzhi picked up the teacup and fed her a sip of hot tea: "Just ran in from outside, don't suppress the wind in your stomach." ”

Wei Yirong obediently drank water from her hands, her little body exuded a milky smell, her round cheeks were red and tender, and her short fleshy little finger pressed Aunt Sang's hand, as if she was afraid that she would take the teacup away, which was so childish that people loved it.

A sour feeling welled up in Sang Luzhi's heart, and he almost burst into tears.

Once upon a time, in her hazy girlish dreams, there was the figure of a vague future husband and the outline of a cute and mischievous child.

That unconcrete but happy future, she can't have it anymore.

She became a concubine and could never have children of her own.

Before she entered the door, Bao's mother told her clearly: If you want to enter the Wei family and exchange yourself for two hundred taels of silver, you must listen to her wife.

The first thing was to drink the bowl of elixir, and he was not allowed to mention it to anyone.

"Pengmen didn't know Qiluoxiang, and he wanted to hurt himself by asking a good matchmaker." Sang Luzhi remembered the two lines of poetry that his father had chanted to him.

The daughter of a poor family had no choice, and she had long since given up struggling.

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