idle mistress

Chapter 135

After finishing speaking, he got up and left the tea stand to lead the dark horse outside.

The palm of his hand was heavy, and the uncle saw that what the other party handed over was actually two white ingots of silver ingots.

What I do is a small business, and I only charge a dozen copper coins when I pinch a doll to the sky. This ingot of silver ingot really scared him.

It took him a long time to react, and he began to speak incoherently: "Oh, this... this..."

While speaking, the uncle kowtowed in the direction of several people and knelt down: "My little thank you sir, thank you sir...!"

As soon as he looked up, the group of people had already gone away on horseback.

Zhao Yan happily returned to the palace with the little clay figurine, but was told that his little wife had gone to Haifenglong Trading Company.

Why is this little girl running around while pregnant with Liujia, so annoying...
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Xu Weiqiu has already stayed in Haifenglong for an afternoon. Since she became pregnant, she has handed over all the major affairs of the firm to a few cronies to handle, and she is only responsible for daily checks.

The result of decentralization is that there is nothing to do.

Even so, she didn't want to go back to the palace.

So she started wandering around with nothing to do, picked up a rag and wiped here and there, doing the chores of the servants.

She held a piece of porcelain in her hand and wiped it again and again, seemingly serious, but her heart was not listless.

Shopkeeper Dai, who was standing not far away, was heartbroken to see him wiping the antiques with a black rag that had just been wiped off the table.

However, he was his boss, so he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only keep out of sight and out of mind, and shook his head and went out.

Xu Weiqiu wiped carefully, didn't notice someone approaching behind him, and was suddenly pulled into a firm embrace.

The familiar embrace made her back stiff, and the porcelain in her hand just slipped from her palm, and with a 'boom' sound, flowers bloomed on the ground.

This is a valuable antique.

Xu Weiqiu turned his head and glared at the visitor: "Zhao Yan, are you a ghost? You walk without sound."

Zhao Yan glanced down at the fragments on the ground, tightened his arms without changing his face, and hugged her even tighter.

How attached she was to this chest in the past, and how resistant she is now, Xu Weiqiu's face sank, and he used his elbow to push him: "Don't do that."

But the man was unmoved, he locked her in his arms, moved his mouth close, and was about to kiss her face, but she turned his face away and hid:
"What are you doing? Everyone is watching."

"I have to look at other people's faces when I hug my wife?" He said, with a hint of ruffian on his face.

"This is not the Mausoleum Palace. I'm wearing men's clothing. Go away..."

Seeing her complexion, Zhao Yan thought she was annoyed that he had caused her to break a broken bottle, but he didn't care, he rubbed the tip of his nose on her neck shamelessly, and murmured, "Why is my wife so fragrant?"

Why do these sweet words sound so harsh...

Does he also speak love words to Feng Shi with such an expression?Thinking of this, Xu Weiqiu couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Zhao Yan kissed her earlobe superficially, let go of his arms, made a feint with both hands in front of her, and then, like magic, suddenly an extra object appeared in his hand and handed it to her.

Xu Weiqiu recognized it as a clay doll at a glance. She had seen it before when she was traveling in Xi'an.

This is a doll of a little girl, wearing a pink waxy skirt, with a red hair rope tied on top of the two high girl-shaped buns on the top of her head, with big eyes and flushed cheeks, she is so cute and delicate.

However, the object in front of her is so dazzling in her eyes at this moment.

It turns out that when people are in a bad mood, they will really feel uncomfortable and disgusted with everything they see. Without thinking about it, she slapped the doll in his hand to the ground with a black face, and mocked:

"What does the prince mean by giving me such a thing? Do you think your daughter is crazy? If I don't give birth to a daughter, shouldn't I apologize with death?"

Zhao Yan looked at the deformed doll on the ground and frowned, recalling what her maid Jin Nuo said earlier, she only thought her temperament was unstable due to pregnancy.

Sighing helplessly, he stepped forward to hold her hand and coaxed her patiently and said, "Why, if some of my behaviors put pressure on you, it's because of my husband's fault; Ma'am, don't be angry, let's put it this way, As long as it comes out of your belly, madam, I like it no matter if it's a daughter or a son."

His tolerance did not bring the woman's peace of mind.

Xu Weiqiu snorted coldly, and shook off his hand unmoved: "Of course you don't care, I can't give birth to you, you can find another woman to give birth to you, anyway, all the women in the Mausoleum Palace look forward to the stars Looking forward to the moon, I am waiting for Your Royal Highness Mausoleum to love you and give birth to a child for you."

Thinking of Feng's appearance, and remembering that she was pregnant with this man's seed like himself at the moment, Xu Weiqiu felt so uncomfortable in his heart.

These words made Zhao Yan's face darken slightly, and he warned in a low voice: "Xu Weiqiu, it's too much."

Does this make her feel too much?More vicious words are yet to come.

Jealousy makes a woman lose her mind, makes her ignore the consequences, and only wants to stab a man in his heart; then she smiled coldly, and then said:

"Zhao Yan, I'm not afraid to tell you that I didn't want to give birth to Yi'er, and I don't want this in my stomach!"

As soon as the words fell, she knew that the words were too serious, but what she said was like water that was thrown out, and she couldn't take it back.

Zhao Yan came here excitedly, but was splashed with cold water, and his face sank: "Xu Weiqiu, you'd better be just talking in anger." After leaving this sentence, Zhao Yan turned around and left with a cold face. When he stepped on the puppet on the ground.

Seeing the little puppet instantly turn into a pool of mud, Xu Weiqiu's heart throbbed suddenly.

She choked up for a moment, and turned her back hastily, tears streaming down from the corners of her eyes without realizing it.

After a long time, she stretched out her hand to wipe her face, wiped the wetness from her palm, and cursed herself inwardly...Xu Weiqiu, why are you crying?It's useless!

That day Xu Weiqiu returned to the Mausoleum Palace very late, Haitang saw her eyes were red and swollen, and she hastily brushed off a few words of concern.

That night, the man didn't come over.

At night, she was lying on the big bed alone, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, and finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, but she had nightmares again and again.

After waking up the next day, after washing up, Jin Nuo served some delicate breakfasts. She picked up a piece of glutinous rice cake, and as soon as she took a bite, her stomach was overwhelmed.

Seeing her complexion suddenly changed, Jin Nuo hurried forward to serve her.

Xu Weiqiu pushed her away and rushed to a short distance, holding the empty spit pot on the ground and vomited wildly.

Jin Nuo quickly walked behind her, reached out and patted her back, trying to relieve her discomfort.

"Ma'am, after a while of conditioning, aren't you much better? Why are you vomiting again?"

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