Zhang Fangfang was not lightly frightened, her heart jumped to her throat, and she was pounding. He entered the palace to serve his master, and he had never seen Fu Jin get angry in front of his master. Before the eighth master opened the mansion, everyone said that the eighth fortune was a vinegar jar, but in the final analysis, she only dared to deal with the eighth master's gege concubine, and treating the eighth master was also a gentle and soft talk. And these fourteen blessings, in the rumors, are the best to match, even the palace people of Xinzhiku say that the fourteen blessings are kind, but right now, which one is singing? !

Fourteen didn't figure out the situation yet, stared wide-eyed, and said, "Are you crazy?" ”

Since he's crazy with me!

My fiery heart cooled and I chuckled, "yes, I'm crazy." With that, he squatted down and picked up the duck meat that had fallen on the ground piece by piece and put it on a plate and boxed it. Min Qiu knelt down and said, "Master, don't get your hands dirty, let the slave and maid clean up..." "This plate of duck meat stew, it took me a day's work, and all my expectations.

After a few strokes, I got up and Fourteen asked, "What the hell is going on?" But I said, "Does it hurt to hit you?" Fourteen shook his head and frowned, "What's wrong with you?" I pretended to be cheerful and smiled, "It's fine." ”

As soon as he turned around, tears fell down his cheeks.

He didn't even know what was wrong, he didn't feel guilty, he took everything for granted.

After three days of closing the door, he came and said that I had slept. When he wanted to eat, he said that I was not well. Even the master of virtue asked for peace there, but he borrowed the reason and did not walk with him. Fourteen and one belly evil fire, thinking about it for some reason, complained to the eighth master, the ninth master, and the thirteenth master, and said: "She has been married into the palace for several months, and she has not learned much virtuous and virtuous, and she always has a temper with the eldest lady." ”

The eighth master smiled and said, "I heard that Yan Luocha loves his daughter like his life, so you can bear it." ”

The thirteenth master said: "You haven't had sex with her yet, but you are fortunate to be in the courtyard, of course she can't tolerate it." Fourteen Dao: "The common people have three wives and four concubines, not to mention you and me." She is Fujin, how can she be so careful. The eighth master put one hand on the fourteenth shoulder and said with a smile: "You don't know that your eighth sister-in-law is docile and docile in front of me, but a few Gege in my courtyard are afraid when they see her." Your daughter-in-law doesn't use means, and she is angry and frank, I look at it. Then he said to the thirteenth: "You said yesterday that you wanted to ask me about my homework, why don't you understand?" Thirteen said: "Let's go to the study and say." ”

After the thirteenth and eighth masters went, the ninth master said meaningfully: "You treat her as Ailian, think about it again, what is going on." He also said: "In a few days, it will be the birthday of De Niangniang, you hurry up and coax, so as not to let Huang Ama know and cause trouble." ”

Fourteen nodded in a daze, groaning behind his back.

I had a headache and cough, I was really sick. In the Qing Dynasty, there were no pills to eat, and the prescriptions prescribed by the imperial doctor were all bitter decoctions, and I didn't want to drink them, so I ate porridge and drank boiled water every day, waiting for my body to heal itself. Fourteen came to see me, but I ignored him, and always wanted to send him away. Minqiu served the refreshments, Fourteen took two sips, saw that I didn't speak, and said, "I ran into your eldest brother in the Shangshufang just now, and said that Ama can already walk on the ground, so you can rest assured." I was a little hazy and said, "That's good." ”

Fourteen said: "Do you remember what I said on the day of Guining? ”

How can you not remember? Like a blunt sword inserted into the ribcage, tearing open the flesh of the belt. I whispered, "Yes." Fourteen sighed as if she was sad: "Just remember, you don't have to be jealous of Gege in the future." He lowered his eyes and tasted tea, and I looked at him, and that day he said, "I don't like you"—the voice was still in his ears, like a needle's eye buried in flesh and blood, and it hurt from time to time.

You don't know, you don't even have the qualifications for pain.

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