"Miss, you offended the nurse today, and the young master treated you like this, I think about it, you and I will not have a good time in the future." Chunhong asked with some concern.

"Chunhong, are you afraid?" There is no reason, Ko Leer wants to ask like this.

"Chunhong is not afraid, Chunhong is afraid that Miss will be hurt again. Chunhong is afraid that Miss won't be able to support it. I think that in the past, when the young lady was in my Kou Mansion, she lived a leisurely life. Write poems and paintings every day. I never thought that after marrying into the Shangguan Mansion for three years, the young lady had to do laundry and cooking, and she would have to be harassed by others. "It seems that Chunhong has been with her for a long time, but she didn't expect to remember her days in her mother's house clearly.

Kou Le'er's heart has a little calmer at this time, and the stubbornness after waking up is gone.

"Madam, this is the medicine that the young master ordered for you." A little maid came in with a bowl of medicine in her hand. Without too many words, the medicine was placed on the table. To opt out.

At this time, Kou Le'er had finished taking a bath, her long hair was still wet and sticking to her back, and the wounds on her body had already been medicated with the help of Chunhong, and for a while, she felt relaxed.

"What kind of medicine is this?" She was a little curious.

"Mrs. Hui, this is the broken child soup that the young master ordered for you." The little maid didn't hesitate at all, and quickly opened her mouth to return.

Hehe, sure enough, Kou Le'er picked up the medicine bowl and smelled the strong smell of safflower, the strange fragrance of safflower, even if you don't understand pharmacology, you can smell a little strange, looking at the bowl of black decoction. Broken child soup, a good broken child soup, she did not hesitate, drank it in one gulp, the medicinal juice flowed down the corners of her mouth, and the sour bitterness flowed from her mouth to her stomach. It spread out in her heart.

"You go back to the young master and say, I have already drunk the broken child soup, and I watched me drink it with my own eyes, of course, don't forget to report to the nurse and let them all rest assured." Kou Le'er put down the bowl, her eyes were full of disdain, this medicine came too timely, Shangguan Jueai thought about it very thoughtfully.

"Yes, ma'am." The little maid walked out quickly, as if she were running away from an enemy, and when she reached the door, she almost kicked the threshold.

"Miss, why are you drinking. This is definitely not the young master's idea, it must be the old woman's idea. Chunhong asked Kou Le'er like a child who couldn't think of it, "If Miss has a young master's child, even if the mother is more expensive than the child, Miss will no longer have to be bullied by the nurse."

"Chunhong, in case the partition wall has ears and invites unnecessary trouble. You don't understand, he has no self in his heart, whose idea is not important, so who bullies me and what kind of relationship does he have with him? Her eyes stared coldly at the pink-clothed little maid who went out quickly, and for a while there was a little bit of strength in her eyes, and the strength seemed to be saying a word, "I want to survive, I want to survive well." I've got to survive."

"But, Miss, if you have a child, it's different, it's best if you can give birth to a little master for the young master, so that the young master will love you well?" Chunhong is a little naïve again, and that naivety is a little inconsistent with her age.

"Hehe, Chunhong, the broken child soup has been brought over, do I have a reason to refuse?" The meaning of these words is already obvious, Shangguan absolutely loves a child who does not agree to it, and he can't give birth.

"Miss, I understand, you can rest for a while, I'll go and make you something to eat." Chunhong helped Kou Le'er to sit on the red brocade bed. Such a red color forms a strong irony with this house and the owner of this house. At this time, Ko Leer sat on such a big bed, with a thin gauze red curtain and carved beams.

In Kou Le'er's heart, what still appeared was his cold eyes and the gloom on that overly good-looking face.

The former owner of this body and this man, what kind of grievances do they have, and what kind of story do they have, the family background conditions of the official love, there is no high-ranking father and mother, and there is no official position. If you don't love, you don't marry. Why, after marrying, you have to be treated like this.