Fast Travel: I conquer the world with my beauty

Chapter 35 World 5: Abandoned Wife in a Deep House [-]
The woman didn't know that the eyes of the people in front of her were red from looking at her feet. She returned the account book to the young housekeeper and smiled at him, "You've done a good job."

He looked up at her, with a surprisingly delicate and lovely face.

"Thank you, Madam. It is my responsibility to take care of Madam's worries." He did not mention the Minister.

When he was about to walk out of the yard, he looked back at the woman and said, "Madam, put on your shoes and socks quickly. Be careful of catching a cold."

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Murong Ling stayed quietly in the room for a few days and did not go out. In the past few days, only the housekeeper came to her every day to talk about trivial matters in the mansion. Her so-called husband never came, let alone the doctor she said at that time.

But this time she really wronged Zhou Shilang. He was assigned a job by the emperor and spent all day in the official department. He rarely even returned to the Zhou Mansion, and it was impossible for him to remember to see her...

In her opinion, her husband was full of misdeeds, had numerous criminal records, and was a wolf-hearted man.

That's all, I didn't count on him in the first place.

"Ma'am, the spring is just right now, and the flowers in the backyard are all blooming, why don't we go and have a look?" Luluo persuaded her as she saw that her face was not looking good.

"That's fine." I haven't taken a good look around this Zhou Mansion.

It was still cold in early spring, she was wearing a pink and white jacket with wide sleeves and a light purple cloak trimmed with white fox fur, and she was about to go out.

The intricate patterns are embedded on the skirt and cloak, as if three thousand flowers bloomed on her body, but it is a more beautiful scene than spring.

Walking on the cobblestone path, Murong Lin sighed that this era was really prosperous, and even the residences of small ministers were so extravagant. The back garden was comparable to a normal-sized playground in later generations.

She rounded a corner, and there was a faint noise in the distance.

Taking a closer look, he saw a group of servants talking around something.

"Hahaha, return son? Do you think the adults recognize you?"

"That's right, lick it clean for me, this is a pastry for Mrs. Min, so it's cheap for you!"

It turned out to be a boy of eleven or twelve years old, wearing a rag gown, but his body was very clean and tidy. He stood there with his neck stiffened, not afraid of a group of evil servants who were taller than him, and his clear voice had something that ordinary children don't have. calm.

"He bumped into me himself, not my fault."

One of the servants carrying the plate became angry, his face turned red, and said, "This little bastard!" as if he was going to beat him.

"What are you still doing in a daze? This little bastard knocked over Mrs. Min's pastry. Who can bear the blame if the adults blame it? Why don't you teach me a lesson!"

Two people took the little boy's arms, and the others surrounded him.

No matter how calm and composed the child was, he was only an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, and he couldn't break free from the restraint of the adults. Seeing the fist getting closer, and the wind of the fist blowing on his face, he closed his eyes in horror.

"stop!"

A squeak sounded.

Several servants looked over hurriedly and saw the two masters and servants of Murong Ling who were already very close.

The sound just now was Luluo's call.

The woman walked slowly in front of them step by step, her gentle voice made people's hearts soften.

"I don't know what mistake this kid made? Are you going to fight him?"

Someone came into the house early, met the unloved first wife, and respected her quite a bit.

"Madam didn't know something. He knocked over the cake that Madam Min asked for..."

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Luo interrupted him angrily, "Does it matter who has pastry? Are you beating someone just for a pastry?" She curled her lips, looking dissatisfied.

"I will ask the kitchen to make another one and send it to Sister Min." She was as gentle as water.

The servant who answered originally wanted to ridicule her, but seeing those eyes, for some reason, he couldn't utter a word of ridicule.

On the contrary, some adults feel that adults mistake fish eyes for pearls and fail to see the real treasures.

(End of this chapter)