When Chunqing finally ate and drank enough to fall asleep on her fluffy big bed, it was already the end of the day. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The day has passed, and I am so tired.

She had already had a tryst with Duke Zhou, but there were still countless people in the Zhenguo Mansion who couldn't sleep with big empty eyes.

This includes Song Jingruo kneeling in the ancestral hall.

Peony had already told her about the old lady's decision and her mother's intentions.

What about being a concubine? How did you become a concubine!

She never thought that even if she was a concubine, she couldn't do it openly, and she had to go secretly.

As if she were some kind of person who could not see the light.

She is the daughter of the second room of the Zhenguo Mansion! To be a concubine...... Song Jingruo gritted her teeth with hatred, and her internal organs were burning.

Peony said that it was Chunqing's grandmother who instigated her grandmother to change her mind, otherwise she would be the concubine that the second prince Ming Media was marrying.

Let's just say, the second prince clearly has a deep affection for her, how could she let her only be a concubine.

Chunqing, you slut, I am inseparable from you.

In anger, Song Jingruo pulled her personal little maid Xiaochan, "You, say, will you also harm me!" ”

Xiaochan was sitting on the side and taking a nap, and she dreamed of eating fried lamb chops, but it was fragrant, it was made by Meijitang's grandmother herself, and she had never eaten such delicious fried lamb chops in her life.

was violently pulled by Song Jingruo's hair, frightened all over her body, sleepy, and cried: "Miss, Xiaochan has served you since she was a child, how can she harm you!" ”

It's just that Xiaochan brewed a mouthful of saliva when she was dreaming, and at this time, in a hurry, she sprayed all of them towards Song Jingruo.

It's like a rainstorm.

When she saw Song Jingruo's face flooded, Xiaochan was so frightened that her hairs stood upside down.

Song Jingruo, who was so angry that she lost her mind, not only couldn't listen to Xiaochan's explanation at all, but also didn't even realize the saliva sprayed on her head and face.

While pulling Xiaochan's hair and beating her, he roared angrily: "Little hoof, if you dare to harm me with those sluts, I will sell you to the barracks to become a military prostitute." ”

She did not shy away from the fact that she was in the ancestral hall where the ancestral tablet was enshrined at this time.

Xiaochan's body shrank, obviously her scalp was in hot pain, but she didn't dare to make a sound, she only begged for mercy: "Miss, the slave doesn't dare, the slave doesn't dare." ”

The blow of the marriage and the hatred for Chunqing were like two fire snakes that drank realgar wine, rolling back and forth in Song Jingruo's originally irrational mind, and Song Jingruo was even more angry.

As if crazy, he raised his hand to take off the finch head golden hairpin on his bun, and poked it at Xiaochan's palm with hatred.

It seems that the person who was caught in her hands and tortured was not the personal maid who served her since childhood, but the half of Chunqing who she hated so much that went deep into the bone marrow.

"Let you hurt me, let you hurt me......" Over and over again, Song Jingruo only had this one sentence squeezed out of her teeth.

Xiaochan broke out in a cold sweat in pain, but she didn't dare to exhale, for fear that one of her terrible screams would stimulate Song Jingruo even more crazy, biting her lower lip that was already bleeding from Yin, Xiaochan would rather go to the barracks to be a military prostitute than serve Song Jingruo at this time.

went to the second prince's mansion, and I didn't know what crime I was going to suffer.

Miss is just a side concubine, I heard that there are no less than ten side concubines in the second prince's mansion, and they will fight in the future, and the poor one is her, who is a slave.

Xiaochan's desperate heart to death is gone.

If Song Jing didn't feel sleepy, Tian also didn't feel a trace of sleepiness.

Since it is a concubine, there is no need for a dowry on the surface.

The Tian family used to bother to give Song Jingruo all the valuable good things that he couldn't use.

"Tomorrow, you go and sell all the things in the treasury that were originally set for Jingruo as a dowry and exchange them for cash." Tian instructed the peony.

The second prince still has no concubines, but there are more than a dozen side concubines, and there is no silver to buy people's hearts.

Jingruo has been wronged as a concubine, and she can't let her lose to others in terms of money.

Peony nodded, "The slave will go early tomorrow morning, just madam, do those things want to die or live?" ”

Tian's frowned, those are rare treasures, if you live it...... Tian sighed weakly in his heart, but he was afraid that there would be no chance to redeem it in the future, and he would be able to get some more silver when he died.

"Die." Tian's heart trembled, and he couldn't bear to say.

"The slave knows." Peony didn't care whether she was dead or alive, she cared about whether the second lady could gain a firm foothold in the Second Prince's Mansion.

Once the identity and status of the second lady are stable, Mama Tian's revenge can be avenged.

"Madam, don't feel sorry for things, no matter how good things are, they are dead, and people are alive. The second lady can't be wronged anymore. Peony comforted Tian.

Tian wanted to pull the corners of her mouth and smile, but found that the cold heart seemed to freeze the corners of her mouth, and she couldn't laugh at all, so she had to show a strange expression similar to crying.

I never imagined that I would come to such a field today.

Tian just wanted to cry.

"Madam, let's be in a hurry, I'm afraid that these pawnshops in Kyoto can't give any good prices, and the slave maid heard that a new Tonghe pawnshop has been opened, and the price given is very appropriate!" Peony suddenly remembered what she had heard from the little people in the house a few days ago, and said to Tian.

Really?

"Is that pawnshop reliable?" Tian was a little worried.

Peony smiled: "Anyway, we are dead, unreliable, as long as the price is appropriate." ”

"Okay, I'll make a hard run tomorrow." Tian sighed, not wanting to think about it anymore.

She is the main mother of the second room of the Zhenguo Mansion, and she has to be a thing when she marries her daughter, which is too cold.

Tian felt that this would be a nightmare for her life, unless Chunqing's little slut was cleaned up, her evil breath would make her unhappy for the rest of her life, and she would have to be suffocated a little sick.

"Madam, send the second miss out of the house the day after tomorrow, you don't want to participate, the slave and maid will quietly send the second miss alone."

Tian understood the meaning of the peony, she was afraid that the old lady and the second master would be held accountable.

"I'm scared of them! If Jing is my biological daughter, how can I not give her a reason. Tian refused indignantly.

Peony said: "Madam, the second lady went to the second prince's mansion, after all, she couldn't do without the support of her mother's family, if you fell out with the old lady and the second master, how can you help the second lady." "Without the help of the Zhenguo Mansion, the second lady will not be able to gain a firm foothold in the Second Prince's Mansion at all.

"You just don't know anything, just say that the second lady ran out quietly by herself, even if the old lady is angry again, he won't blame you. The second miss is the granddaughter of the old lady's relatives, and the old lady will not treat the second miss like this. ”

"Look at the slave, you have been pretending to be sick since tomorrow."

Peony said word after word, and the very charming voice encouraged Tian's heart full of hatred and expectation.

The more Tian listened, the more he felt that what Peony said was right.

His eyes looked in the direction of Meijido with hatred, and he clenched his fists tightly, and his heart was dripping with hatred. (To be continued.) )