Dressed as cannon fodder for a good death, but the prince insisted on marrying me

Chapter 390
"Chen Wenyu, the handyman's house is not the General Weiyuan's mansion, so you can run wild, and there is no longer a Weiyuan General's mansion in Dazhou. You are here, you have to abide by the rules here, and I have a way to rule you. If you refuse to obey discipline , my father-in-law can still report it to the emperor, when Longyan is furious and Tianwei descends, your father will not be able to protect you even if he kneels in the Qinzheng Hall for the rest of his life!"

Eunuch Jiang's high-pitched voice was like a shackle, locking Chen Wenyu firmly.

The tears she had endured for a long time finally fell down.

Once upon a time, this eunuch flattered and flattered her, saying "Miss Chen" every time, but now
"Don't be a good princess, you have to run away from marriage and become a prisoner. You should suffer well for these five years!"

Eunuch Jiang flicked his whisk and smiled triumphantly.

He likes to see these high-ranking masters suffer and suffer humiliation, as if to some extent it can make up for his former slavish and obsequious humbleness.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a crooked figure not far away, pointing at it and cursing: "Wei Baxian, what are you doing standing there? Have you finished chopping the firewood? You want to be lazy, and you owe me a lesson! Someone, hit me!"

Tears had already blurred Chen Wenyu's eyes, but not for Wei Baxian, but for herself.

She could only vaguely see a group of eunuchs surrounding a thin-clothed, hunched man, beating and kicking, just as they had done to her just now.

The once mighty Marquis of Anyuan, the elder brother of the present empress' mother and compatriot, is now down and out like a bereaved dog, running around with his head in his arms, but has nowhere to hide.

The eunuchs are tired and do birds and beasts.

Wei Baxian collapsed on the cold ground, curled up into a shrimp.After taking a few breaths, he staggered up and wiped the corners of his mouth with his dirty sleeve.

Glancing at Chen Wenyu, who was also down and out, the complicated eyes couldn't tell whether it was sympathy or gloating.

"Lord Wei Hou"

Wei Baxian, who turned around, was startled, bent down and left for just a moment.

After being in the handyman's room for a long time, bending over has become the norm, and it is impossible to think straight again.

Chen Wenyu felt a great sadness in her heart, she was afraid that one day she would be like Wei Baxian, submissive and submissive.

She wanted to die, rather than suffer these humiliations.

She is Miss Qianjin, and unlike the servants here, she cannot tolerate the habit of bowing her knees.

She lifted the hem of her skirt and stood by the well.

Looking at the deep and dark bottom of the well, she hesitated again, frightened, and flinched.

She took a deep breath, not knowing whether it was because of the cold weather, or the pain on her face.

She was farther away from the mouth of the well.

She dared not die, nor did she want to die.

If you don't die, you have to compromise.

The water in the basin was bone-chilling, and her slender, white fingers were red and swollen from the cold, painful and itchy.

She closed her eyes to adjust to the coldness of the water, imitating the maid's usual movements, gritted her teeth and rubbed her clothes mechanically.

But this is only the first step, and every next step is extremely difficult.

After finally washing the clothes, her hands were already stiff.

Just about to dry it, even the clothes and tub were overturned.

"After all, she is a habitual lady, and she can't even wash her clothes. Look, the oil stains are still here, start over again! This time, I can't wash well, and I'm not allowed to eat or sleep!"

With a "bang", another wooden basin reached her feet, still full of clothes, much more than just now.

"You are too deceitful!" Chen Wenyu clenched her fists.

"What about bullying you? Everyone here has been bullied, not just you! If you want to blame, blame yourself, whoever made you offend someone you shouldn't offend!
Lingfu.

"Green Ant's new grain wine, a small red mud stove. It's going to snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?"

Ling Yue showed Guan Jingyuan the silent poem.

"Good writing, good poetry! Yue'er, if you had been less playful before, your father would not have hated iron and steel! People say that you should look at each other for three days. Grandpa hasn't seen you for several years. My good granddaughter It's like a different person!"

Ling Yue pursed her lips and smiled.

Ah Yun's bright eyes are full of doting, it's really a different person!

Although he couldn't figure out how to change it.

"Teacher, do you think Yue'er has enlightened?"

"It's enlightened, this cleverness is even better than Yinger's back then!"

While praising her, the old man did not forget to coax her into cooking some side dishes.

The grandparents and grandchildren sipped fine wine and delicacies, and before they knew it, it was dusk and it was snowing.

Snowflakes, falling one by one, falling on the tree, falling on the grass, falling on the ground
The world is vast, covering everything beautiful and dirty in this world with a thick layer of whiteness.

This is the first snow this year.

Seeing the snow getting bigger and thicker, Hongguo Qingyin couldn't hold back her excitement. With Ling Yue's approval, she dragged Yi Gui, who was concentrating on making embroidery, into the snow, throwing snowballs at each other.

Yi Gui didn't want to play such childish games with the little girls, because she felt ashamed of her age.

But Hongguo and the others didn't care about this, and they threw snowballs at her with a united front.

The snowball hit her, cracked on her hair, clothes, and even got some on her neck.

It melted when it was heated, and flowed down the neck, making it chilly.

Yi Gui had no other choice but to join this war without gunpowder smoke, cursing and fighting back, playing for fun and not wanting to leave.

Laughter bloomed in the courtyard, and Ling Yue was eager to try.

It's just that she is afraid of the cold, so after struggling for a while, she still honestly stays with grandpa in the house.

Ah Yun looked at Xue in a daze, and didn't even hear Guan Jingyuan asked him to drink.

"What are you thinking, little brat?"

After being patted on the back of the head by him, Ah Yun came back to his senses.

"Teacher."

"If you don't drink well, what's on your mind? Could it be that you're missing that pretty girl again?"

Ah Yun was really speechless to him, even the old man was disrespectful and deliberately provoked him!

If it was someone else, Ah Yun would definitely retort, but he endured this teacher who taught lessons and solved doubts.

"No, I just think the snow scene is beautiful."

Guan Jingyuan laughed: "Snow is snow, it's the same no matter what time it is, as if you're seeing it for the first time."

Ayun also laughed.

"It's not the first time I've seen you. I've seen you for many years. It's just that every time it snowed, I could only feel cold."

The house was leaky, the quilt was thin, and they didn't have enough to eat or wear warmly. They dragged their legs and did dirty work day and night, and they were often beaten and scolded.

Once, after working for a day and suffering from hunger and cold, Chen Piaopiao poured the leftovers into the snow and asked him to eat on his knees.
Survival is difficult, where is the mood to appreciate the flying snow?

"I thought at the time, if I died in a certain heavy snowfall, and the pure white snowflakes fell on me, would it cover all my filth, filth, and embarrassment, and I would come and go clean. "

Guan Jingyuan has paid special attention to him since he took over the job of teaching him to read, including his past of course.

At this time, hearing this 17-year-old child show vicissitudes that do not belong to this age, Rao is used to seeing the world, reading all the joys and sorrows, and my heart is very sad.

Ling Yue added half a glass of wine to Ah Yun.

"It's almost Chinese New Year, why come and go? Don't think about the past, don't be afraid of the future. Everything you lost will come back in another way."

Guan Jingyuan praised her for being open-minded, and Ah Yun also felt that she was disappointed, so she stopped thinking about it.

Besides, all he lost was not as good as her.

Jiu Han's chest was opened, and with the strength of wine, he knelt down with a "plop": "Grand Master, I like Yue'er, and I want to marry her!"

Ling Yue blushed and tugged at the corner of his clothes, did she want to arrest someone and tell whom?

Guan Jingyuan knew what he was thinking, since his identity was not made public anyway, kneeling would be in vain!

Pulling him up, Yoyo drank the wine
Head raised, eyebrows raised, snorted.

"If you can get Ye'er back, I have no objection."

Ling Yue rested his hand on his forehead, thinking that grandpa could ask some ancient questions to make things difficult for him, but he actually gave a free question!
Sure enough, Ah Yun's eyes were full of joy, and he grabbed Guan Jingyuan's hand and didn't let go: "Master, it's a deal!"

(End of this chapter)