Wonderful Puppet

In time for Emperor Zhaofeng's birthday, Aunt Lan was just a lowly concubine. The uncle's house didn't even send a letter to the elders who attended the court celebration, so they buried Aunt Lan at the foot of the mountain. The one who accompanied her was the martyr Maid Qing'e.

After Elder Master came back, he was stunned when he heard the news of Aunt Lan's death, then he took a bath and changed clothes as usual, and rested in Minghua Garden.

Aunt Lan's death was like a small pebble thrown into a lake, the ripples that were created quietly dispersed before reaching the bottom of people's hearts.

Zhen Jing, who was locked up, still learned of Aunt Lan's death.

On that day, the little girl Dong Ge pushed the door in with a food box, the creaking sound of the door opening didn't disturb Zhen Jing, she huddled in the chair blankly, like a lifeless delicate doll.

Brother Dong frowned uncomfortably.

She didn't like the third girl very much.

Although the third girl was silent every time, for some reason, even the air around her was lifeless, which made people feel depressed.

"Miss San, it's time to eat." Brother Dong put the food box on the long table and arranged the bowls and chopsticks one by one.

Zhen Jing looked at Brother Dong and rolled her eyes.

"The servant girl left."

Anyway, whether to eat or not, she will come to collect it later, and she doesn't want to stay here any longer.

Brother Dong is not very old, and he is not good at hiding his emotions, so Zhen Jing bumped into that look of disgust.

"You stop."

The voice came from behind, cool and slow, like a snake, slowly crawling up the calf.

Brother Dong trembled and turned his head: "What do you want to order, Miss San?"

"Order?" Zhen Jing muttered with her head down, looking helpless and fragile.

Brother Dong breathed a sigh of relief.

What is she afraid of, the third girl can't even take a step at the door now, and I heard that the marriage is also retired, and I'm afraid it will not be as good as a good-looking maid in the future.

Her sister, but Xia Mei who is next to the old lady, is only second class.It is also very decent.

Thinking of this, Brother Dong straightened up.

Seeing that Zhen Jing suddenly smiled, she suddenly grabbed a dish on the table and threw it over.

Brother Dong screamed, subconsciously dodged to the side, and most of the steaming tender tofu was spilled on his clothes.

The blue and white porcelain plate shattered at his feet, and the hot soup splashed onto the embroidered shoes.

The pair of soft satin embroidered shoes that had just been handed out from the manor in autumn were immediately stained with a lot of stains.

"Miss San, what are you doing?" Brother Dong jumped to his feet after being burned, and he forgot to be respectful in his words.

Zhen Jing stood up abruptly, the decadence and bewilderment of many days was like burning oil being ignited by sparks, setting off a hot wave.

Brother Dong was taken aback.He watched Zhen Jing approaching without moving, and then with a slap, he was slapped on the cheek.

"You lowly slave Yangzi, I'm the third girl in this mansion anyway, so you can dislike me?"

"Third Miss, the servant girl didn't—"

There was another slap, and Brother Dong suddenly covered the other side of his face, only to feel a sharp pain in his cheeks.

Zhen Jing seemed to have finally found someone to vent her anger on, and put both hands together.Call again.

Brother Dong didn't dare to fight back, but was provoked into anger, and shouted while hiding: "The third girl is the master, so it's hard for a servant girl to do anything for a maidservant. If you want to give the master's money, go to your aunt, she won't do it." Is he a slave too?"

"You, you dare to call my aunt?" Zhen Jing could only vent this time.The real anger came.

Brother Dong sneered: "Why don't you dare, Aunt Lan's grave is probably starting to grow grass now."

Zhen Jing's expression was dull for a moment, and then there seemed to be a crack in the mask.A little desperate and a little crazy, he grabbed Brother Dong's hand: "What did you say? Say it again!"

"Oh, let go." Brother Dong was so frightened by Zhen Jing's appearance, he broke free and ran away like a whirlwind.

When the door slammed, Zhen Jing was still dumbfounded.

"My aunt is dead? How come, how come? No, I want to see my father!"

He rushed to the door and patted desperately: "Come on, I want to see my father, come on—"

This movement was not small, and the door was finally opened.

"Nurse Lin, is father going to see me?" There was a gleam of light in Zhen Jing's eyes.

Before the eldest wife Jiang married in, Nanny Lin was the nanny in charge of the old man's courtyard, and she was really counted as the old man's confidant.

Nanny Lin stood there with a calm expression: "Third Miss, the Eldest Son wants you to take good care of yourself."

"Where is my father, I want to see him!"

Mother Lin's eyes were calm, and she said calmly: "The son is resting at Auntie Xiu's place."

"Aunt Xiu?" Zhen Jing was taken aback.

"Yes, after Aunt Lan left, the Madam was afraid that the Shizi would have no one to serve her, so she bought some people to come in from outside. Two of them were given to the Shizi. Aunt Xiu got favored by the Shizi, and was just promoted as an aunt." Sister Lin As he spoke, he finally looked at Zhen Jing with a trace of pity, "Miss San, you should take a good rest."

Seeing that Nanny Lin was about to close the door, Zhen Jing stretched out her hand to hold the door, her face pale like a ghost: "Nurse Lin, can you tell me how Aunt Lan got there?"

"Uh, didn't you get sick from serving the third girl a few days ago? It's a pity that Aunt Lan's body is weak and she didn't make it through..." After finishing speaking, Nanny Lin closed the door gently.

The sound of closing the door came, and at that moment Zhen Jing felt as if her heart was closed.

Auntie was tired and sick and didn't make it through?

Zhen Jing lowered her head, her long nails digging deep into her flesh.

My aunt originally stayed here to take care of her, but one day she suddenly felt unwell, but if she went there because of this, how could she believe it!

Zhen Jing remembered the inexplicable words that her aunt had said two days ago as an excuse to come to see her.

"Jing'er, my aunt is doing it for you. Let my aunt deal with all the injuries. My son, as long as you take good care of him, you will be able to enter the prince's mansion in a prosperous and prosperous future. It will be fine..."

What did my aunt do?

Did something unknown happened in the mansion that caused the death of my aunt?

Zhen Jing walked to the vanity mirror and sat down like a walking dead, looking at the person in the mirror.

Her pale complexion and thin face, although extremely beautiful, seemed like a fragile paper beauty that would shatter when touched.

She can't go on like this anymore, she must take care of her body and capture the heart of the sixth prince.She couldn't let her aunt die in vain.

Zhen Jing grabbed the chicken wing wooden chopsticks that were placed on the table, and began to eat with big mouthfuls.

Minghuayuan has different thoughts, and Hefengyuan is also not calm.

The death of Aunt Lan brought not only Aunt Xiu, but also Aunt Li.

"Madam, please drink tea." A woman wearing a light rose red embroidered green butterfly skirt knelt in front of Wen's holding a teacup high.

Passing over the teacup emitting curling steam, what fell into Wen's eyes was a face with picturesque eyebrows.

The third master sat opposite Wen's, his eyes fell on the beauty in front of him for a while, and fell on Wen's for a while, and he couldn't tell what he was thinking.

It's just that Aunt Li knelt for a little longer, and the hands that held the tea cup trembled slightly.He bit his lower lip lightly and held it firmly.

Zhen Miao sat under Wen's head, resting her chin and silently looking at the new aunt.

Regarding Wen's delay in taking Aunt Li's tea, there was no plan to remind her.

If the Wen family still intends to reconcile with the third master, it is natural to be magnanimous to be a virtuous and virtuous mistress.

But the mother clearly doesn't even care about the father anymore, an aunt, if she is unhappy, she has to bear it!

As expected, Aunt Li glanced at the third master with a pair of full and autumnal eyes. I really feel pity for the appearance of hesitant to speak.

It's a pity that the third master has yet to speak.Mrs. Wen had already taken the teacup, took a sip casually, and said, "What's the name Madam? It should be Madam. Let others think that our uncle's residence has no rules."

As soon as these words came out, the third master's face became ugly.

According to the rules of the past dynasties, only women who have been ordered to be called wives can be called wives. No one in the capital knows that the third master has been deprived of his official title.Even Wen's imperial order is gone.

It's just that in some big households, even if the master has no orders, the servants will call Madam when they flatter them.No one is too serious.

Didn't Wen slap his old face when he brought it up at this moment?

Some time ago, the third master was like a boy who suffered from a second-school illness. He did a lot of stupid things and was scolded by Zhen Miao twice. Knowing that the oiran was not attracted by his own charm, he tried to find him after being discouraged. Wen didn't let him go down a few steps, so some broken pots fell.

After all, he is already a grandfather, and when the momentum passes, he will feel regretful and plan to live a good life.

For the new concubine, although he loves the new concubine somewhat, the third master, who is not sick, has no intention of spoiling his wife and destroying his concubine, but Wen's merciless slap in the face made him feel bitter and unspeakable, knowing that once something happens, , it seems that there is really no going back.

Without even looking at the third master, Wen took out a silver hairpin and put it on the tray as a reward for Aunt Li.

"Thank you Madam." Aunt Li didn't show any dissatisfaction on her face, she put it away respectfully.

Then greet Zhen Miao.

Zhen Miao returned the half-respect, and said with a smile, "Auntie is so flamboyant."

"Okay, I've finished the tea, and I'll talk about it in front of the master today. Aunt Li, I don't need you to come to the sky to say hello in the future, as long as you take care of the master."

"Madam, how can it be, it is a concubine's job to serve you—"

Wen's interrupted her impatiently: "I bought you just to serve the master? I have a lot of maids, and I don't need you. From now on, you can concentrate on serving the master. Don't come into my door if you have nothing to do."

"Wen's, you—" the third master gritted his teeth.

What is she doing? It is the duty of a concubine to serve the mistress. She doesn't even bother to order her concubine. Could it be that she doesn't even want to be the mistress?

"What are you doing, master? Am I thinking of your concubine? Why, is this wrong?"

Seeing Wen's impatient look, the third master suddenly became discouraged, flicked his sleeves and left.

Wen's glanced at Aunt Li: "What are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and serve the master!"

"Yes." Aunt Li held the silver hairpin and bowed to leave. After stepping out of the moon gate, she faintly heard the servant girl's laughter.

"What aunt, the silver hairpin used to reward servants is still in her pocket."

Aunt Li paused.

"Hee hee, did they buy it from outside? Maybe I haven't seen it before."

Aunt Li straightened her body, inserted the silver hairpin into her bun, looked back, turned and left. (To be continued..)

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