After the new widow, I became a tyrant's tender outer chamber

Chapter 87
In the past two days, Ruan Yuyi has been a little sleepy, and she doesn't like to move. She usually takes a little activity in the yard after meals, but now even this walk is avoided.

Although he was not willing to move around, it could be seen that her complexion was as bright as peach blossoms, and she did not seem to be sick. The wood spirit did not know that the relationship between the young lady and the son was getting closer, and fearing that the young lady would feel depressed, he took the opportunity to ask.

"Miss, what is sad about you these days? Did the prince bully you?" She believed it herself, as long as the lady said yes, she would kill her to seek an explanation for her.

She was embroidering a handkerchief, but she was surprised why the wood spirit asked such a question. After hearing the second half of the sentence, she thought of something, and her face turned even redder, "Don't talk nonsense."

Mu Ling saw the strange color on her face, so he kept asking.No matter how much Ruan Yuyi tried to change the topic, she could always return to what she said before.

After talking for a few rounds, Ruan Yuyi was too lazy to break up with her, so she said it tactfully.

Mu Ling's eyes lit up, she felt that the young lady was finally going to endure this hard time, and she was happy, so she said that she would ask sister Mu Xiang to make cakes for the young lady.

She suddenly felt amused, and asked, "Why didn't you do it yourself?"

Mu Ling was a little embarrassed, "The craftsmanship of the servants is not impressive, isn't this afraid of treating Miss's tongue badly?"

So she went to look for Mu Xiang, and there was no one around Ruan Yuyi for a while, so she temporarily called Qing Dai from outside.

Qing Dai originally wanted to have a chat with Ruan Yuyi, but it can be seen that she was embroidering the handkerchief with her head hanging down, and she didn't mean to joke with herself, she felt that she was embarrassed to speak at this moment, so she stopped thinking and just stood aside.

There was nothing to say for a while, knowing that the wood spirit came in with a letter in his hand, the atmosphere was more lively.

"Miss," the wood spirit presented the letter, "the guard at the door said, this is from a girl in beautiful clothes."

She wondered, thought about it, and didn't remember which girl she had met in Beijing, "Did you say who that girl was?" She took the letter, but there was no signature on the paper bag containing the letterhead.

Mu Ling shook his head, "I heard that she is a stranger, but that girl is actually pretty."

Hearing this, she had no choice but to think about the letter from Wuzhou, but if the letter from home was not signed, how did the messenger know where to send it.

Speaking of which, it's true that I haven't heard from home for a long time.

With doubts, she took out the sprinkled gold letter paper and unfolded it.Read it carefully, but feel more and more wrong.

This is a letter from the young master I met the day I released the kite.

He didn't say anything important, just asked her if she was well these days, and then expressed his thoughts and admiration for her in a few words, and the words were so straightforward that it made her face glow with enthusiasm.

At the end of the letter, a poem was attached. She had dabbled in poetry before, so she knew it was an erotic poem at a glance.

She folded the letterhead according to the original crease and held it in the palm of her hand.

She really didn't expect that the county king would be so bold and directly delivered the letter to her house.At the end of the letter, a poem was attached. She had dabbled in poetry before, so she knew it was an erotic poem at a glance.

She folded the letterhead according to the original crease and held it in the palm of her hand.

She really didn't expect that the county king would be so bold and directly delivered the letter to her house.But she absolutely cannot keep the appointment mentioned in the letter.

It was hard to get Shizi to accept her. If he found out, she wouldn't be able to ask for half a cent.

Just as she was thinking about it, Mu Xiang came in with a chestnut powder cake and replaced Qing Dai.Seeing Ruan Yuyi's strange expression, she asked casually, "Miss, what happened?"

Without saying a word, she handed them the sprinkled gold letterhead in her hand.

Mu Xiang and the two gathered together to read, and before they finished reading, Mu Xiang raised her head, "Miss, I'm afraid I won't be able to make this appointment. And it's better to burn the letter, lest someone find it out at some point and call someone Grab the handle."

That's exactly what she thought, and she nodded slightly in response.

Although it was written in the tone of the county king, but the handwriting is exquisite and delicate, it is obviously not a man's handwriting, presumably it was written by a maidservant around him.

It can be seen from this that he may have been on a whim, but if he didn't reply to him, it should be over at this time.

With that in mind, she didn't pay much attention.

Mu Xiang took the candlestick, went to one side of the bluestone road, lit a corner of the letter, and put it on the ground.After staring at the letter paper, which burned most of it, and confirmed that the fire would not go out, he went back to the wing room.

The door was creaked shut so that no one could see what was going on inside.

The tongue of fire licked the fine letter paper sprinkled with gold little by little, and the place it passed was turned to ashes.Qingdai looked around, came over with a broom, and extinguished the fire a few times.

There is still a palm-sized corner left on the bluestone board.

She leaned over to pick it up.

Just one glance, but his face changed drastically.She recognized the handwriting, and the owner of the handwriting was fairly close to her in the past, so she couldn't be more familiar with it.

That person is the only literate servant girl beside the master, so if the master is lazy to pick up the pen, he will give her his hand.Whenever at this time, she can ask for more benefits than others, and the master seems to treat her more differently.

Qing Dai clenched the scrap of paper in her hand, gritted her teeth secretly.

Unexpectedly, the master would associate with her.At that time, she could see another man in black clothes next to the cousin, and at that time, the cousin had not yet reconciled with the eldest son of the Cheng family.

Could it be that the master was deceived by her seemingly innocent and harmless skin.

He hated secretly in his heart, and wanted to throw away this disgusting scrap of paper, but raised his hand halfway, paused, and put it in his sleeve.She picked up the ashes with a broom, as if it had all been burnt.

In the wing room, several people were unaware of Qingdai's emotional ups and downs in the courtyard.Instead, they talked and laughed, and didn't take the letter just now to heart.

After all, no one would think that a flirtatious person can have so much affection for a woman who has only met once or twice.

Going to the temple the next day, Jiang Huaiyang did not stay with her in the courtyard, but wanted to take her to the street.

The carriage wobbled to a stop.

Ruan Yuyi looked around, and found that although this place was far away from Cheng's mansion, it was not a deserted place. There were shops in the surrounding area, and life was cheap.

She has never been to this place, so she is a little unclear about it, all she knows is that he will not abduct herself to buy it.

She tugged on his sleeve to get his attention, "Your Highness, what are we doing here?"

In the recent days of intimacy, she found that the son was just cold-tempered, and he was more aggressive on the couch, but he was usually easy to talk to her, so he was not so reserved.

Jiang Huaiyang is very tall, if she had to keep her head up and talk to him, her neck would be sore.

The afternoon sun was very soft, and when she looked at him, he was in a position against the light.

The autumn sun didn't have much heat, but was very gentle. The light seemed to cross a circle of Phnom Penh for him, and the coolness of his body also dissipated a lot. He looked like an ordinary son. Gentle as jade.

He opened his thin lips lightly, and his voice was calm, "Didn't you mention that you wanted a yard before?"

(End of this chapter)