Houmen's concubine

Chapter 87

Wang Tonger held the idea that being able to get by for a while was a temporary idea, and she was not an original ancient who didn't know how to adapt, so why let herself suffer?

Besides, it's spring now, and I don't wear as many clothes as in winter. Kneeling on the hard bluestone is even more difficult for my knees.

Xie Yuheng looked down at her, just in time to see a small piece of blood dripping from her right hand which was propped on the edge of the bed.

This is when Xie Yuheng dropped the teacup, Wang Tonger lowered her head and covered her face with her hands, her hands were scratched by broken porcelain.

"What about people?"

"The servant is here."

When Zhaodi saw Shizi approaching with a sullen face just now, she was already frightened and knelt outside the door tremblingly.

Granny Chen, who rushed over after hearing the sound, also knelt outside the door in fright, and said in a low voice: "This old servant has seen the eldest son."

"Why don't you hurry up and give medicine to your master?"

Xie Yuheng's heart ached unceasingly, the little girl's skin was very tender, a slight bump was a small wound.

"Yes, the servant girl is here."

Zhao Di promised, got up hurriedly, went in, took out the small porcelain bottle of ointment that Shi Zi used for Wang Tong'er's whip yesterday from the drawer of the dressing table, and carefully applied the medicine on Wang Tong'er.

"Starting tomorrow, help your master comb a woman's bun." Xie Yuheng commanded forcefully, and then, with a flick of the brocade robe, he strode out the door.

He is declaring with determination: You, Wang Tong'er, have become a person in this life's womb, how dare you disobey it?
"Eh?" Wang Tong'er was in a hurry to refute, but he had already run away and disappeared.

Granny Chen was afraid that Wang Tong'er was young and ignorant, and if she offended the master, wouldn't she be the one who suffered?

Ever since Wang Tong'er came to Qingsongyuan, she knew that the little girl was the one that Shi Ziye liked.

Consolation: "You grew up in the garden, you are a girl, you have never suffered, you have never seen the hard life outside, and the days when you can't eat enough. Whenever there is famine, you have to sell your sons and daughters. Besides, like the son of the world It's a good place to be in his house."

The reason is such a reason, but it is a pity that I am not an ancient person.

You can't agree with Granny Chen's philosophy.

People often say that there is a generation gap in three years, and I am separated from Grandma Chen by thousands of years, so how many generation gaps must there be...

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Xie Yuheng sent a message, and Huang Yu sent a small box of jewelry and two bright new dresses the next morning.

"Boss Huang." Wang Tong'er greeted him coldly, took the jewelry box from him, and then went into the room.

Huang Yu saw Wang Tong'er's face was full of unhappiness, and he could hang an oil pot with his raised mouth.

I was secretly surprised that you, a little servant girl, fell in the eyes of our master and gave you the title of concubine. Others are not as happy as you, and you still have a cold face.

Even if it is a lady from an official family, for the benefit of the family, if she can be a concubine to the master, she will readily agree.

Wang Tong'er didn't even look at the jewelry Huang Yu sent over, and waved Zhaodi to put it in the dresser drawer.

"Girl, don't you want to take a look?" Zhaodi asked while holding the jewelry box in her hand, blinking her round and lovely eyes.

Wang Tong'er ordered without interest: "Don't read it, put it away!"

After buying jade jewelry in Ganzhou City last month, she knew that there must be nothing good in the jewelry box.

In Ganzhou City, he always picked high-quality jade and jewelry to buy for his mother, Mrs. Zhongyonghou, and the future concubine.

Come upon yourself, oh!It's just a little bit better than ordinary jewelry.

There is no harm without comparison!
From this point of view, how could this kind of man be his beloved?
Although Wang Tong'er said that she had never been in a relationship in her previous life, she read a lot of idle books.

I have never eaten pork but I have seen pigs run...
As long as a man has you in his heart, he will definitely give you the best things if he cares about you!
Wang Tong'er asked Zhaodi to make a flying bun for her.

This flying bun can be worn by both unmarried girls and married young women.

It's just that married women have more ornaments on their heads, and unmarried girls can tie them with two beaded brocade ribbons.

Combing Wang Tong'er's hair like this does not go against Xie Yuheng's intentions, but it also makes the corners of the hair too thick.

laugh!
This baby is only 15 years old, so he is upgraded to a woman?

Why?
Wang Tong'er thought about it, Xie Yuheng had a shadow in his heart because of Zhongyong waiting for his concubine to kill his wife.

I think his father Zhongyonghou was also a concubine after he got married and had a son.

He definitely won't consummate the house with him before his wedding, as long as he can say his loyalty to Mrs. Yonghou before his wedding and beg her to let him go, everything will be fine.

I don't know how to be his concubine's concubine, just think about it, and share a man with others, ha ha!Sorry I can't do it!

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After the end of the Spring Festival, the emperor was busy appointing officials to the first few Gongsheng students in Yijia, and held a Qionglin banquet in the palace to celebrate...
As the emperor's favorite minister, Xie Yuheng must have been too busy to keep his feet on the ground.

When the imperial examination finally came to an end, Xie Yuheng had a few days to spare.

This morning, he was sitting on the wisteria chair in the study, reading a policy theory, "Go and call Tong'er over."

"Yes, I'll go now, little one." Xiao Mo agreed, and went straight out of the study to the back room.

"Miss Tong'er, the Master is calling you."

The master and Wang Tong'er haven't officially consummated their marriage yet, so Xiao Mo still calls her a girl.

Wang Tong'er has nothing to do these days, and she is wearing a small knitted pullover that fits next to her body.

The spring is warm and cold, and the cotton-padded jacket is taken off, and the unlined clothes on the body are too complicated.

The bellyband, the underwear is outside the obscene clothes, the shirt is outside the middle clothes, and the outermost is a beige.

She plans to wear a self-made bra next to her body, still wear a bellyband outside, and then wear a tight-fitting knitted sweater with a blouse and trousers.

It's easy to wear and not cold.

Wang Tong'er is afraid of cold and heat, although she is a slave, she is very delicate.

In her previous life, she lived a carefree and unrestrained life. She always thought that in this world, what should I do to embarrass myself?

You can't be too arbitrary in other things, how can you wrong yourself with food, clothing, housing and transportation?

In this life, I have to try my best not to let myself live too embarrassingly.

In fact, Wang Tonger's mentality is particularly strong, and she doesn't go to a dead end.

Otherwise, on the first day of time travelling, far away from the familiar environment and relatives, wouldn't you be overwhelmed with fear?
Besides, she must be panic-stricken from being a rich girl to a lowly slave...
Therefore, when Xie Yuheng forced her to be a concubine, he calmly thought of a way to escape when he refused to do so.

At this moment, he heard Xiao Mo calling himself, put the half-knitted knitting clothes in his hand into the flat basket, stood up and followed him to the front yard.

"The servant girl has met the son." Wang Tong'er routinely bowed to Xie Yuheng.

"Ah."

Xie Yuheng looked up at Wang Tong'er, and saw that she had combed her hair again in a very obedient way, no longer the childish double bun.

The unsightly bangs on his forehead were also replaced by a few strands of black hair floating in front of his eyebrows.

　Grandma Chen was afraid that Wang Tong'er was too young and ignorant, so she advised her to be a concubine so she could come out.

　　It's a pity that I am not an ancient person, and I agree with Granny Chen's ideas.

　　People often say that there is a generation gap in three years, and I am separated from Grandma Chen by thousands of years, so how many generation gaps must there be...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)