Chapter 280: A cool price is higher 7

She held her cheeks, and she was crazy about it.

A woman, with a good fate, marries a man in her life, and decades of time have passed like this.

If your life is not good, you will change one man after another, and you will never reach the day of whiteness.

The old servant woman came in again, this time with a letter in a low voice: "This is from Mr. Qu Wu, Madam, please be sure to look at it." ”

It was written on fine silk, and the ink had not yet dried, and it was evident that the person writing was in a very anxious mood, either because he had something important, or who was eager to show something.

However, Xia Ji still didn't look at it, and threw it into the stove next to her, and after a snort, a smell of burnt paste, the silk silk turned to ashes.

The old servant's face changed slightly: "Madam, don't you even look at it?"

Xia Ji is still categorical: "Except for Xiang Lao, I don't see any men in this world anymore." ”

The old servant woman was helpless and went out in a huff.

At the door, the man in the golden mask had lost his composure last time, and he was so anxious that when he saw the old servant woman come out, he immediately asked anxiously: "Did she read it? What did she say? Why didn't she come out with you?"

The old woman bowed her head: "Sir, forgive the sin, the old woman can't do anything." ”

Qu Wu's face changed drastically: "What's the matter?

Madame didn't even glance at the letter you wrote to her, and threw herself into the furnace. ”

Qu Wu couldn't believe it, but he didn't ask any questions, just turned his back, walked a few steps very anxiously, turned back, and took out a letter from his arms: "This is Xiang Lao's handwriting, please give it to her......"

The old woman walked in again.

Xia Ji was sitting lazily in the house, these days, she refused to go anywhere, and she rarely even went out for a walk. She is honest, like Gillian in the golden house, not to mention others, even the sun can't see her often.

The old woman took out the letter, and was always respectful: "Madam, this is the letter from the old man, please be sure to read it." ”

Xia Ji took it and solemnly held it in her hand. The old woman breathed a sigh of relief: "Madam, this is Xiang Lao's handwriting, and I am still waiting for your reply......"

Xia Ji turned her hand and put the letter into the dresser next to her, and said lightly: "Tomorrow is the day of marriage, if Xiang Lao has anything to say, I might as well listen to him face to face tomorrow." ”

The old woman's face finally changed, and she stomped her feet: "Madam, don't you want to think about it, why did Elder Xiang write a letter to you at this time?"

Xia Ji was indifferent: "I'm also wondering." Tomorrow night is the night of the candles in the cave room, what letter will he write? What can he say no to his face? So, why should I be in a hurry to read the letter?"

The old woman's face was full of sorrow, and she turned and left.

At the door, Qu Wu was already an ant on a hot pot, with a long and long neck. He couldn't wait for the old woman's footsteps to approach, and he had already entered the door.

"What's the matter? What did she say after reading Xiang Lao's letter?"

The old woman was not angry: "Sir, don't mention it, Madame put the letter in the dresser and locked it, and didn't read it at all." ”

Qu Wu strode inside. The old woman was so nervous that she immediately closed the door and locked it firmly.

Xia Ji lives alone in a large room, surrounded by a long corridor, a flower room, a small hall, and the hall is surrounded by spider plants, green bamboo, and summer style, but it is cool and pleasant here.

An intricately carved wooden door closes, thickly separating the inner world from the outside world.