rich concubine

Chapter 129
The sky is cold and blue, and the north wind is called dry sang.

Before I knew it, it was already a severe cold.

Rong Yi sat by the window and looked at the flying snow outside, her thoughts gradually drifting away.

It has only been a month since the young lady got married, but so many shocking things have already happened.

The heart of Jing Rong Yi is moved by the "soul" of Rong Rong Yi.

What was she doing this time last year?

Rong Yi thought about it and smiled bitterly.

During the severe cold last year, she had a bad time. Her mother brought Fu Hezhong back for dinner, which made her father unhappy and the family broke up. She was blamed for all this.

So much so that she spent her birthday the next day under her mother's cold face.

This year, I can’t see my mother’s cold face, nor can I see Fu Hezhong’s wretched face...

Naturally, Rong Yi would not feel disappointed for them, but she would feel a little uncomfortable because she could not see her father.

Every year on her birthday, her father would make her a bowl of longevity noodles.

I won’t be able to eat it this year…

How will you celebrate your birthday tomorrow?

Her uncle gave her leave, and she could arrange her own time tomorrow, but she didn't know how to arrange it.

Rong Yi held the peace blessing given by Chunliu and looked at it for a long time. Suddenly, she remembered that there was a person she hadn't visited for a long time. She also promised to bring him shortcakes when she went to see him next time.

If not, go find him tomorrow!

But...will my uncle let her out?
Rong Yi sighed, looking miserable.

Poria came in shaking, patted the snow off her shoulders, and looked up to see Rong Yi lying by the window, her face listless.

She quickly walked over and closed the window and said angrily: "How old are you? You are still sitting here blowing the cold wind when you are sick."

The light in front of her eyes was turned off, which brought Rong Yi back from her thoughts. She pursed her lips and said, "It's snowing heavily today."

Fu Ling said amusedly: "Are you still young? Do you want to go out and have another snowball fight?"

Rong Yi knew that she was making fun of him, so he stuck out his tongue, looked at her face that was blue from the cold, and said, "Where have you been? Why are you so cold?"

When asked about this, Poria sighed, frowned, and said in a confused way: "Today, I didn't go to the military camp. I was in the study and didn't let me wait on me. I just stood guard at the door, freezing to death, and then I sneezed." When I heard it, he asked me why I hadn’t left yet.”

"..."

Fu Ling continued: "It's not like I haven't left yet. If I had known that I didn't want anyone to serve me, I would have left a long time ago!"

Rong Yi stood up and poured her a cup of hot water and said, "Drink some to warm yourself up."

Fu Ling took it, took a sip and asked Rong Yi, "How are you planning to celebrate your birthday tomorrow?" Rong Yi curled her lips and said, "I was just going to ask you."

"Ok?"

Rong Yi said: "I want to go to Anle Temple tomorrow."

Fu Ling was puzzled: "Didn't your lady pray for peace and blessings for you? Why are you going there?"

"Go see a friend."

Hearing this, Poria looked troubled: "I can't make the decision. You have to agree with me before you can go. But I think I won't agree. You haven't recovered from your illness, so how can you go so far?" What if it starts burning again?"

Rong Yi softly said "ah" and gradually became disappointed.

Fu Ling glanced at her and said, "But you are the birthday girl tomorrow, so it's better to do as you wish!"

Hearing this, hope reappeared in Rong Yi's eyes: "So, Sister Fuling is going to help me tell my uncle?"

Fu Ling had a sullen face, tapped Rong Yi's forehead with her finger, and said, "You have a beautiful idea! I don't dare to tell you this kind of thing. He is in the house today, so you can talk about it yourself."

"Ah?!" Rong Yi lowered his head in disappointment.

She didn't want to ask...

Poria snorted twice: "I told you that from now on, all your affairs will have to go through him. I don't dare to find that person unhappy."

Rong Yi breathed out, secretly feeling guilty. It seemed that what happened yesterday really left a shadow on Fuling.

It was also his own fault, and Sister Fuling was also implicated.

In this way, it seemed that it was really inappropriate for Fu Ling to speak. Rong Yi took a long breath and secretly clenched his fists to encourage himself.

OK!Then let her speak for herself!
With this breath, Rong Yi covered herself tightly and went straight to the study.

She met almost no one along the way, but Rong Yi knew that although the servants of Zhaoyiyuan were sometimes invisible, they would appear when something happened. Rong Yi always felt that they were elusive.

Arriving at the door of the study, Rong Yi paused as he raised his hand to knock on the door, and all his energy was released in an instant.

Why don't you... stop talking about it?
My uncle probably won't agree.

But we are already here, and it would be a shame not to say anything. What if her uncle lets her go out?
After thinking for a moment, Rong Yi knocked on the door.

A cold male voice came out: "Who?"

Rong Yi swallowed nervously, her fingers forming into fists unconsciously: "Slave Rong Yi, please see me."

As soon as he finished speaking, there seemed to be a pause inside, and then he said: "Come in."

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(End of this chapter)