Mrs. Nangong has been helping her to adjust her body, and her room has used charcoal fire early, the room is very hot, and her body is also very hot, but she always feels very cold, and she has never been so afraid of the cold before.

Suddenly she remembered that she seemed to be injured when she first arrived in Huanshui County, but she didn't know how she was injured, was it because she was injured and weak?

Nangong Yu rarely goes out in winter, only occasionally there is an official lady to visit, she will entertain her in the Qingyu courtyard, King Rong invited her a few times, she also went, and she still served as always.

"It's a little stuffy in the house, so I'll go out for a walk."

"Auntie, wait a minute," Nangong Yue took a cloak made of mink fur and draped it on Nangong Yu's body, "Auntie, you are weak, don't catch a cold, it seems to be raining outside." ”

"It's okay, I'll just go out for a walk, this is in the house, I can still get wet in the rain, you can write well."

"Hmm."

Nangong Yu asked Mrs. Nangong to invite a teacher to teach them a few lessons, and it was also difficult for Mr. Nangong Yu almost didn't know a word, but Mr. taught for a few days, and she also found the way, these words are still related to simplified characters, and she can know a lot of words by guessing.

It's also embarrassing, now she relies on guessing to read books, Nangong Yue learns very quickly, and her mother also taught her to read and hyphenate before.

Mrs. Nangong was very worried about Nangong Yu, before her daughter was proficient in poetry and songs, and she was proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but now she doesn't know a few words, is the toxicity in her body so strong?

Nangong Yu swayed, hearing them say that Jian'an can't snow once or twice a year, and most of them seem to be sprinkled with salt, just snow particles, there are no snow petals, she walked out of the Qingyu courtyard, walking aimlessly, a cold wind blew, she reached out and pulled the cloak on her shoulders.

Although it doesn't snow in Jian'an's winter, it is also very cold, and it is wet and cold, and her spirit is also wilted recently, and she can't lift her spirits for anything, and more often she wants to be alone.

She is becoming more and more like before, cold, indifferent, and lonely......

A lonely figure standing in a courtyard attracted her attention, only to see that she was dressed very thinly, and her hair was wet with fine rain, but she didn't seem to care at all, holding a silk handkerchief in her hand to wipe the dew on the leaves of the paulownia tree, wiping it, and after a while, it was wet again, and she turned her head back to wipe it, and so on.

Finally, as if frustrated, she lowered her arms and left sadly, but still did not return to the house, turned around and sat down at a stone table next to her, and continued to wipe the leaves of the plants on the stone table with the silk handkerchief in her hand......

Nangong Yu recognized her, that woman was a concubine of Nangong Hou, named Mo Ying'er, and it seemed that she had been with Nangong Hou for about ten years.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, she was sad to see that woman's only son, she was also sad, she looked around and saw no one, and there was not even a maid by her side, "You, why are you raining here?" ”

Mo Ying'er obviously didn't expect that someone would come to her small courtyard in such weather, so she stood up violently and wiped the rain from her face, "Miss, why did you come back here?" ”

"Oh me, I'll just walk around, and I'll come here, why are you getting drenched in the rain here, why are you alone."

Mo Ying'er's face was embarrassed for a while, and she looked at Nangong Yu a little helplessly, "Eldest Lady's house, please." ”

Nangong Yu followed in, watching her change her clothes, the room was deserted, and she didn't see a maid come in for a long time, Mo Ying'er poured a glass of water for Nangong Yu a little helplessly.

"Where's the maidservant in your room?"

"They did some needlework, and they took it out to the street and bought it."

"Who did it?" Nangong Yu was a little incredulous.

Mo Ying'er explained: "The people made it themselves, and I don't have much oil and water here, so they do some needlework and take out the stickers and buy them for the family." ”

"Why are you wearing so little on such a cold day, and you're still raining in the yard."

Nangong Yu asked with concern, although she usually has few contacts, but she remembered that when she first entered the Hou Mansion, Mo Ying'er came to see her, and if a person is a little warm when he is most vulnerable, it is always easier to remember.

Although she is blocking the screen, she occasionally goes out to sit and sit, so she can naturally see it.

"I see you wiping water on a leaf?" In fact, Nangong Yu didn't understand it very well, but she was inexplicably familiar with this feeling, and she seemed to be able to understand it.

Or not something like this, but this feeling of uselessness and sadness.

Mo Ying'er's face turned pale for a while, her lips pursed, her expression slowly darkened, and her eyes turned red.

"What's wrong with you?" Seeing her like this, Nangong Yu thought that she had said the wrong thing again, "Don't be sad, you can tell me if you have any difficulties, and I will help you." ”

"Can you help me?" Mo Ying's tone was sarcastic, as if she was smiling bitterly, "You help me?" ”

Nangong Yu was also a little at a loss by her appearance, so she had to respond, "Yes, I'll help you, I'll help you." ”

"Hahaha, can you help me?" Mo Ying's laughter was more ugly than crying, and tears flowed out, "You help me, how can you help me, and how can you help me?" ”

"Me?" Nangong Yu was frightened by her appearance, "You say it first, if I can't help, you can let my father help you, yes, aren't you my father's concubine, what can you tell him, he is your husband." ”

Mo Ying'er suddenly stopped laughing, raised her eyebrows, and looked at Nangong Yu in a frenzy, and her heart was furious.

She wiped a handful of tears, "My husband? She is Mrs. Nangong's husband, your mother's husband, not mine, you help me? Will you help me make me his wife? So what about your mother? ”

Nangong Yu's face froze, and she suddenly understood in her heart, it turned out to be a deep resentful woman, this is the so-called back door as deep as the sea!

How many people want to come in, how many people are envious, how many people are jealous, but how many people have thought about how to survive in this deceitful Houmen without enough confidence.

Either you are like Wan Qianjun and Nangong Yuan go hand in hand, or you are like a concubine, firmly grasping the emperor's heart, or you are like Nangong Yu, a collection of thousands of favors and one.

"I ......" Nangong Yu was speechless for a while, not knowing how to comfort him.

"Of course you don't understand, how can you understand, you are the daughter of the Hou Mansion, you are the emperor's own Taole county lord, a collection of thousands of favors, how can you understand the suffering of our people? Hahaha......"

She wiped away a handful of tears and continued: "A woman like you, with such a background, you can choose a man in the world, no matter who you marry, you will be held in the palm of your hand, who will snub you, and who will dare to snub you?" ”

"I'm ......," she sobbed at the corners of her mouth, as if a piece of cotton had been stuffed in her throat.

"Didn't you ask me why I wiped the water on the leaves, well, let me tell you, because someone told me that if I wipe the leaves on a rainy day, when I wipe all the leaves dry, and the first leaves are not completely wet by the rain, the Hou Ye will come to see me."