It is still necessary to get up early to prepare, today is the day when the bride gives tea to the elders in the family, and it is also the day when everyone blesses the main mother.

Especially her. The old housekeeper repeatedly sent people to instruct him that no matter what the reason, Fang Fujin must go to see Fujin today.

is different from yesterday's solemn and luxurious, even the subordinates didn't need Meili's special instructions to make a simple dress for her, it was too glamorous, as if she was going to demonstrate.

Earlier than Meili is the old Fujin in the house, although it is Jingxuan's stepmother, the relationship with Jingxuan is extremely indifferent, since the old prince died of illness, he has been living in Chengde's other business and has never returned to the capital palace.

Old Fujin sat on the main seat of the hall with a light smile, waiting for her nominal daughter-in-law to come and serve tea, but she was not excited, and smiled meaningfully at her when she saw Meili come in, so as to avoid her greetings. She and Meili are just two indispensable characters in this play, both to accompany Xin Fujin.

Ahead of Su Ying were her two personal old grandmothers, one of whom was solemnly and joyfully holding a tray covered with red silk, surrounded by several maids.

The tray was presented to Lao Fujin, and the red silk was removed, and the slightly proud old lady took out a piece of blood-stained white satin half on the top and half on display. Old Fujin also dutifully smiled with satisfaction and nodded again and again.

Of course, Meili understood the meaning of this piece of white satin, and her fingers under the handkerchief couldn't help twitching slightly. She restrained herself from thinking about the associations caused by the blood and the satin.

The old lady and the maids stepped down, and it was time for the master to play.

The first to come was Jing Xuan, who was wearing a homely summer shirt, and obviously didn't pay much attention to this ceremony in the mansion. One step behind him was Xin Fujin of Qingwangfu, who was supported by a maid and followed in her husband's footsteps. When she raised her leg and stepped over the threshold, she ** slightly, but her face turned red. Jing Xuan heard it, looked back and saw her shy and complaining coquettishness, couldn't help but smile lowly, and took her hand and walked into the hall.

He didn't salute Lao Fujin, let go of Su Ying's hand, and sat down in his place. When Su Ying knelt down to Lao Fujin with tea, Meili was gently pulled up by the maids on the left and right, and Fujin knelt down, she couldn't sit.

Lao Fujin said what she had to say, and symbolically gave Su Ying a red envelope.

Su Ying was helped to sit next to Jingxuan, her smiling eyes faintly swept to Meili opposite, Meili knew that it was time for her to salute.

She was led to kneel down for Jing Xuan first, holding the tea tray above her head, she had already been taught, to say: "Lord Wang, please use tea." ”

Jing Xuan naturally took the tea and only said "um".

Then, there is Su Ying.

She knelt on her knees and held the teacup high, "Fujin, please use tea." ”

Though...... She had already practiced thousands of times in her heart, and she was fully sure that she was smiling at this moment, but when she really knelt down with tea to this woman of her age, her heart was still aggrieved and painful.

After taking her tea, he said kindly but with nobility: "Okay." This woman is no longer the girl she met for the first time in the paddock and rejoiced under the knees of her ancestors, but her mistress, her master...... Today's ritual is to make her understand for the rest of her life that she is just a side blessing, and she wants to call herself a "slave" in front of Su Ying and Jing Xuan, and from the moment she takes the tea, she will live for a lifetime.

Su Ying took a red envelope from the maid's hand and handed it to her, "This is the prince and I reward you, in the future, we sisters will work together to serve the prince and take care of the affairs of the palace, so that the prince will have no worries and serve the emperor wholeheartedly." ”

Meili silently listened to the instructions of the master's mother, and when she received the red envelope that "Wang Ye and Fujin" rewarded her, her hand trembled slightly.

Before it was over, she had to kneel down and say, "Slave and maid, remember the teachings of Fujin." ”

"Get up."

Su Ying asked her to get up, and she could get up.

She couldn't go back to the position she had just taken her seat in, she had to sit down far away from Su Ying, near the door.

The subordinates of the palace entered in batches and asked the prince and Fujin for peace. No one paid attention to the old Fu Jin who sat on the top and the side Fu Jin who was at the bottom. Everyone happily accepted the expensive red envelopes from Xinfu Jin, and Su Ying smiled lightly and nodded to each of the slaves who thanked her, from then on, she was the hostess of this mansion.

Meili forced herself to face this scene, and this was just the beginning......

Every day from now on, if there is no reason, she will greet Su Yingchen and repeat today's ritual every day, until the division between master and servant is engraved into her bones and blood, and it becomes her own energy.

Jing Xuan stood up suddenly, and everyone stared blankly at his abrupt move. He walked straight to Meili, blocked the gaze of the people looking at her with his body, and said loudly, "Are you dizzy again?" You're sick! As he spoke, he picked her up from the chair brutally.

"Fang Fujin is not in good health, and in the future, such a ceremony will be exempted from the morning and dusk!"

Meili's mind was a little confused, and when she got out of the hall, there was a small lotus pond, and the slightly watery wind was blowing on her face, and she realized what he had done. Although he didn't see Su Ying's expression, he announced it in front of all his subordinates, and this dismount was really not light.

"Put me down." She writhed lightly in his arms. It's okay, his intention has been achieved, Su Ying still hasn't figured out his temper, even if it's his wife, he can't get used to others showing authority, he wants everyone to be humble in front of him. Su Ying rewarded the servants in front of him, and the servants must not have consulted him in advance, so they provoked him to attack him coldly.

When he glared at her, there was some inexplicable tenderness in her pale and pretty black eyes, "Stupid death!" The more you say you're sick and dizzy, the bigger your eyes go! He complained.

She didn't answer.

He deliberately swept Su Ying's face, and in the end it was she who was unlucky, did he want her to thank him?

Carrying her all the way back to the room, he gently put her on the couch, took off her shoes himself, overwhelmed her, and kissed her expressionless face.

"Still not happy?" He softened his voice, and his indifferent voice was not suitable for soft words, but still like questioning. "You can't hide from her kneeling, ...... in the future None of them. He assured simply.

She really hoped that she could be moved by his words, in fact, he and she both understood that the difference between righteousness and dignity was just a matter of kneeling or not?

"Miri......" his lips sipped over her delicate skin, close to hers.

She suddenly remembered the red blood stains on the white satin in Su Ying's mother's hand, and her head stubbornly tilted, avoiding his mouth that might have just kissed Su Ying.

"Huh?" He was really unhappy, and the warmth in his eyes was forced back by the cold, "What else do you want me to do?" He coldly half-propped up his upper body, "Do you want her to kneel for you?" No way! ”

She tilted her head sideways to see the sunlight smearing on the tulle bed net, the jasmine ...... He has a precious scent on his body.

He pinched her chin and pulled her face back, not allowing her to hide from kissing her.

Knowing that it was futile, the bad temper she thought had been smoothed out flared up returned, and she closed her mouth so tightly that she would not let him penetrate, and he bit lightly and painfully like punishment, and she sipped it tighter.

"What for?" He finally asked.

"Dirty!" She blurted out. After saying that, she was shocked, how could she say such a thing? She didn't have the right to dislike ......

He was immediately enraged, "Dirty?!" He sat up and stared at her, "I don't hate you yet!" ”

One word...... and put her to death.

She watched his eyes widen suddenly, and a lot of emotions instantly floated to her, and just as tears were about to rush into her black grape eyes, she blinked, and then ...... Only the hollow remains.

She didn't blame him, it was she who said something insensible to get hurt like this, it was she who hurt herself.

Why did she provoke the arrangement of fate again? Maybe it's because today is too wronged, too sad and beyond her limits...... She knew she was wrong.

She looked at him vacantly again, and he was suspicious, did she really see him whenever she looked at him like this?!

He was suffocated, how could he ...... Hurt her again!

The three words of sorry choked in my throat like fire, but I couldn't say it anyway.

He could only slam the door again, how could he be sorry for her? Is he wrong?!

But...... His heart was guilty, and his guilt was painful.