She laughed self-deprecatingly again, obviously she knew that this was nonsense, but she still kept trying, especially the ancient women, except for being dependent on their husbands, they had no autonomy, not even their own thoughts.

In such a society, how many women can really live their own lives?

Nangong Yu swallowed her saliva, and suddenly sympathized with this woman, but she didn't blame her father, people are selfish, and the men at this time are all three wives and four concubines, and it is possible not to take care of everyone.

Especially for a man like Nangong Houli, there are more wives and concubines, and after she stayed in the palace for a few days, she saw the fight between those beauties, ladies and nobles, fighting for some inconsequential things.

"But......" Mo Ying'er's tears stayed again, and her voice was filled with endless grievances, "But I wiped the leaves many times, and every time they got wet, I still couldn't wipe them all, and Hou Ye didn't come, he hadn't been here for more than half a year, woo......"

Nangong Yu didn't know what to say, so he could only hug her, hoping to give her a little warmth.

My chest was stuffy again for no reason, and some blurry black and white images flashed in my mind, which was just a cloud of ink, and I couldn't see anything clearly, but I was sad......

It's about to be the New Year, and all the mansions are moving around, and Nangong Yu is more handy at painting for a day, and other things feel like a handicap.

Fortunately, she only needs to read, play the piano, play chess and paint, and Mrs. Nangong has no intention of letting her learn from female workers.

Rongwang's Mansion.

As soon as he entered King Rong's study, he felt that the study was colder than outside.

He looked at King Rong leaning over and holding the pen, sketching stroke by stroke, "Lord Wang, you have been painting for several days, what are you drawing?" ”

"It's already done."

"Okay?" Instantly scratched his head, tilted his head and walked over, saw Danqing on the desk, and opened his mouth, "This, this is the county lord?" ”

"It seems that this king has drawn well."

I was surprised for a long time, could it be that the prince really took the initiative for the county? Or do you just want to win over the Marquis of Nangong, in order to suppress the emperor enough in the court?

Anyway, in the eyes of Instant Pi, if King Rong's concubine is the county lord of Taole, it would be better, although the county lord is not the country's posture, nor is she talented, and even seems to be a little willful, but her identity is already there, Nangong Hou is very fond of this only daughter, and Nangong Hou will definitely stand on King Rong's side at that time.

"Instantly, let the painter in the house come over."

"What does the prince want to draw?"

King Rong glanced at Nangong Yu's portrait.

"The prince wants to paint the portrait of the county lord? Isn't that there? ”

"This king has his own use, and this danqing hangs in this king's bedroom."

Instantly frightened jaw fell, this king rong was not a good woman before, why is this taole lord so hot, he pursed his lips and couldn't help laughing.

The painter quickly came in, "Lord Wang." ”

"Copy this picture, but it's ......"

"But what?"

King Rong's pupils shrank, "The painting is more dignified, and the clothes are gorgeous." ”

"No."

It is worthy of being the painter of the palace, and it is just a few hours, a graceful and luxurious young woman's Danqing is presented in front of him, and King Rong is quite satisfied with it, although it is not as beautiful as her, but this one is more useful.

"Instantaneous."

"What does the prince command?"

"Send this portrait to the person we arranged in Dawan Kingdom, and let him tell Prince Yunjia that this is the young lady of Nangong Houfu, if you are married, it will be more than the weight of a princess."

"What, what?" Instantly thought that he had misheard, and looked at King Rong with wide eyes, did he want the county lord of Taole to make peace? No way, it's unreasonable.

"Go ahead, remember, this is just the young lady of the Nangong Marquis Mansion, don't say anything else."

He took the scroll in a daze, "Lord Wang, this," he knew that he shouldn't say much, but there was something he still had to say, "Lord Wang, it is impossible for the Marquis of Nangong to let the county lord go to make peace." ”

King Rong smiled evilly, he naturally knew.

The end of the year is approaching, Jian'an City finally snowed, Nangong Yu stood at the door, grasping the door frame, weak, slowly sat down, her head hurt so much, her heart hurt so much, even her breathing hurt, she stood up again with difficulty, several people in her room were sent by her to receive her own ritual, but at this time, no one was called, she knew how important it was to have someone around her.

Nangong Yu finally struggled to get up, returned to the house and lay on the bed, and soon fell asleep......

In a daze, she saw the black shadow again, why was she so sad, why did she still want to get closer, but the closer she got closer, the more sad she became, so cold, so heavy snow, so many people......

It's cold, it's painful, it's sad......

"Yu'er, Yu'er......"

Just as she lost her direction, she suddenly heard someone calling out to her, the voice was so soft and warm, and she followed the voice.

"Yu'er, Yu'er, wake up quickly......"

"Auntie, I'm Yue'er, aunt ......"

"Wake up, wake up, Miss wake up."

Nangong Yu opened her eyes, her previous discomfort was gone, she sat up, and saw that there were many people in the room, and the doctor was helping her check her pulse.

"Mother, why are you here?"

Mrs. Nangong hurriedly helped her put on a blanket, "Can my mother not come, you have been asleep since yesterday afternoon, but you are in a hurry." ”

"I've slept for so long?"

Nangong Yu looked at the bright weather outside, it should be the next morning, she didn't know that she had slept for so long, and moved her limbs.

After waking up, Nangong Yu basically couldn't remember what the dream was, and she would have a headache when she exerted herself, and she didn't usually think much about it.

Nangong Hou motioned for the doctor to wait for him in his study, and a tacit understanding had been reached.

"Mother, I'm fine, maybe I'm tired these days, so I've slept for a long time, don't worry about me." Laughing wryly, she would be fine.

Mrs. Nangong was a little unhappy, and scolded a few words of the people in Qingyu Courtyard, but Nangong Yu hurriedly stopped, "Mother, don't care about their business, I'm fine." ”

"You're okay this time, what about next time?" Mrs. Nangong turned around with a cold face, "All the people in Qingyu Courtyard will be fined for one month, and if there is a recidivism, they will not be spared." ”

"Mother......

Mrs. Nangong turned around and left, not giving Nangong Yu a chance to speak.

Nangong Yu looked at the maid who was kneeling on the ground, "Get up, don't worry, you won't lose your monthly money." ”

The Hou Mansion has the rules of the Hou Mansion, but the rule is that the dead are alive, Nangong Yu gave everyone in the Qingyu Courtyard a big red envelope each, along with the New Year's red envelope, the monthly penalty and compensation or something, all added to everything, all of which were worth their year's wages, and everyone was very happy.