Qi wang ye, wang fei, she is crazy again

Chapter 60 Why do you love to hold revenge so much?

The next day, Wen Mianmian was woken up by starvation, so she hadn't eaten for a day or two. Of course, the medicine she drank didn't count.

The clerk who stayed in front of the bed all night saw someone woke up, and quickly said with concern, "Daughter is awake?"

"Are you thirsty, hungry or not, is there any discomfort?"

Wen Mianmian said pitifully, "Thirsty, hungry."

The clerk turned his head reluctantly and said loudly, "Come here."

After a while, the news of Wen Mianmian's awakening spread throughout the house, and she learned that she woke up and ate a bowl of porridge and a small steamed bun. With help, he quickly went to Caiyunju.

In Caiyun Curie, Wen Mianmian, who had eaten the meal, felt much better. After a medical examination, the government doctor said that there was no problem. After two days of raising, Wen Mianmian was relieved.

"Why didn't you see the Spirit Fruit?"

That girl has always been the most active in running, why didn't she see a shadow today.

Lingcao's hand holding the medicine paused for a while, but did not dare to speak in front of Wen Mian, so she could only retreat to the side.

Wen Mian said: "That girl was not attentive to serve her. Dad had someone take her down, and I'll give you two good ones when I get back."

Wen Mianmian blinked her eyes, understood in an instant, and took her father's hand, "I'm sick, what does it have to do with Lingguo, she is also human, and she also has to sleep, so I can't let people go to bed every twelve hours a day. Will you stay with me?"

"Daddy, don't blame her, let her come back."

Then he shook his arm again, "Daddy~"

As soon as the girl acted coquettishly, Wen Mian surrendered without principle, and immediately ordered the spirit fruit to be brought up.

Lingguo, who was locked up in a small dark room for a day, saw Wen Mianmian kneeling down, tears running down her nose, and she regretted and was afraid, for fear that her girl would have an accident.

Wen Mianmian sighed, "Lingcao take her down to freshen up."

Weird.

The old lady, the old man, Mrs. Wen will arrive soon. Wen Mianmian, who has been cared for by a roomful of relatives, has a smile on her brows and eyes. After talking for a while, she feels a little tired and starts to fight with her eyelids. She soon falls asleep again.

Today, there is an endless stream of people who send gifts to visit Wen Mianmian. Mrs. Wen is busy in the front yard and her feet are not touching the ground. Just after sending off the steward of the Ministry of Household Secretary, Mrs. Liu and Liu Qinghua and their mother and daughter came.

As soon as the two arrived, they went straight to Caiyunju, but were directly stopped by Wen Mian's soldiers, "Miss, rest."

The faces of the two were a little unsightly when they were stopped. They turned their heads to look at Mrs. Wen embarrassedly, "I'm worried. As soon as I learned that Mianmian was ill, I couldn't be worried."

Liu Qinghua was a little dissatisfied, and asked directly: "Can anyone in the General's Mansion reach out to stop the distinguished guest?"

The soldier remained motionless, still holding the two of them like wooden stakes. Madam Wen felt that this girl from the Liu family was unruly, and her face showed a touch of dissatisfaction, "Mianmian's illness is dangerous this time, the imperial doctor told her to rest more, and in the yard Also clean, let alone sleeping now."

Liu Qinghua was anxious, and blurted out the words in his heart, "Is Mianmian really sick?"

Since it is so dangerous, how can it be so easily cured?

And when everyone was looking for her earlier, she was also inexplicably ill.

Mrs. Wen's dissatisfaction has surfaced on her face, "Several imperial physicians in the palace have personally visited the outpatient clinic for treatment, how can this matter be faked?"

"They're all big girls, so there should be some taboos about their mouths."

Mrs. Liu glared at Liu Qinghua, and Mrs. Chaowen smiled, "If that's the case, I'll go and say hello to my aunt."

Mrs. Wen stopped her again, "Mianmian is ill. My mother didn't close her eyes all day and night, and she just lay down."

The one who came to visit didn't leave with a few words of courtesy. It was not that the people in the Fuzhong turned their backs on these people yesterday, but this Liu family didn't wince.

From time to time, people in the mansion come to visit with gifts. Mrs. Liu seemed to not understand what Mrs. Wen meant, and said very thoughtfully: "I'm afraid you haven't slept well in the past two days. I'll help you, so you can take it easy."

Mrs. Wen smiled lightly, "Thank you for your kindness. It's only the housekeepers or wives who come to the door today, and the steward Wang can handle it himself."

"I'm really tired and panic. I'm afraid that the reception will be poor today. When Mianmian recovers, I will invite everyone to come over and have a fun."

In this way, no matter how thick-skinned Mrs. Liu was, it was not easy to continue to stay. She took Liu Qinghua and left the General's Mansion.

"Mother, didn't you see that the Wen family doesn't like to see us at all, and that old auntie doesn't have the Liu family in her heart."

"The other one is just a successor, and it's also showing prestige."

Mrs. Liu shook her head helplessly, "It's all caused by the events of the past, and I'm afraid that the Wen family will not be able to borrow it."

Liu Qinghua stopped talking, she knew what happened back then, but it had been many years, why did she love to hold revenge so much.

Mrs. Liu rebuked, "You are indeed out of proportion today, and you have seen the situation. How many imperial doctors came to treat Wen Mianmian when she was ill, even those concubines who were not enough in the emperor's harem did not receive such treatment. "

"Can't you see what it stands for? What's wrong with Ji Shi, she is also a serious general's wife, and she has an appointment."

"What's more, this step room is also different from the step room. She is the direct sister of the original wife's first wife. Before she died, she personally helped her to this position, so no one could shake her."

Fuzhong made an idea to let this girl get close to Wen Mianmian, and then pointed to Wen Mianmian's rapid development.

The clerk, who had rested for half a day in the mansion, went out after lunch. Today, he and Hua Jingyun are going to meet the emperor with a newspaper. This matter cannot be delayed.

The emperor saw Wen Mian in the afternoon, and he was relieved when he learned that Wen Mianmian was no longer in serious trouble. He also saw Hua Jingyun who was standing beside him holding a large piece of paper, "That's a newspaper? Bring it to me for a look."

Hua Jingyun presented the newspaper, and the emperor saw that half of the pages were mostly empty, and the other half of the page immediately caught his attention, only to see a few big headlines: The wealthy merchants in the west of the city were brutally killed, and the huge family fortunes Who will it fall into? The sixty-year-old mother-in-law forced her daughter-in-law to death, and the romantic son was anxious to continue the story;

At the bottom is a notice that the newspaper office collects anecdotes or new things, stating that once it is adopted, one tael of money will be paid.

The emperor read it with relish, and after a while, he looked at Hua Jingyun, "Tell me about this newspaper."

Hua Jingyun explained the function of the newspaper succinctly, and the paper Mian added: "The year before last, the emperor tried to introduce a method of pacifying grain prices for the benefit of the common people in the world, but because the upload and distribution were unclear, not only did it fail, but it became an official businessman. A weapon of collusion, and even the reputation of the emperor is damaged."

"This newspaper will publish a page every five days. If there is another decree like this, it can be published on it to let the people know and become a bridge between the emperor and the outside world."

When it comes to this matter, the emperor's face is ashen. The so-called sky is high and the emperor is far away. He, the emperor, is sitting here and the bastards outside dare to fool him. It is really hateful.

Looking at the newspaper in front of me, I also thought of the imperial court's Dibao, which was much more effective than the Dibao before.

(End of this chapter)