Fat Niang makes a fortune in farming

Chapter 394
Late autumn night, dew cold deep.

In the room, although there were several pots of chrysanthemums with a strong floral fragrance, there was still a faint smell of blood in the air.

Xiao Shuang, who was standing in front of the bed, gathered the coat that was draped over her body, then opened her heavy eyelids, and glanced at Wang Zhujun who was still sleeping on the bed.

The light of the oil lamp on the table was a bit dim, Xiao Shuang got up and looked back, there was not much oil in the lampshade.

Xiao Shuang quickly put on her coat and went out of the room to get lamp oil.

Afraid that he would leave the room, and no one would know if Wang Zhujun woke up inside, Xiao Shuang deliberately didn't close the door.

The night wind, with a hint of chill, blew into the room from outside the door.

Wang Zhujun, who had been lying on the bed without moving, suddenly frowned slightly at this moment.

With bloodless lips, he murmured softly, "Thirst..."

A pair of warm hands came to the bed with a glass of moderately warm water.

Sitting on the head of the bed, he reached out and gently passed Meng Kejun's neck, then hugged her, let her lean against his chest, and then passed the cup to her lips.

His throat was so dry that it was almost smoldering. After tasting the warm sweetness, he immediately stretched out his hand to tightly grasp the cup of sweetness, and he also tightly grasped those warm hands.

After drinking the water, Wang Zhujun fell into a coma again. Listening to her weak breathing, Yao Qingxiang's sword eyebrows were immediately wrinkled together.

The face in his arms was still terribly pale, and Yao Qingxiang's face was equally ugly. Even his heartbeat became equally pale.

The fingertips couldn't help caressing Wang Zhujun's face, I don't know how many times, such a scene appeared in his dreams.

He caressed her face and told her personally how deep she hid in his heart and how deep his love for her was.

When he spoke, he was so nervous, but she lowered her head shyly with a smile on her face.

Thinking of that unattainable dream, Yao Qingxiang's expression darkened immediately.

But when he thought that now, the entire Yao family could be relied upon by Wang Zhujun, and he was the only one who could shield her from wind and rain, and a little comfort came to his heart.

"Oh—how did the door open?"

"That's right! This little pair is really real. I don't know if the young mistress can't blow her hair now?"

A servant girl's voice came from outside the corridor, Yao Qingxiang immediately put Wang Zhujun back on the bed, and after covering her with the quilt, he immediately got up, went to the window, opened it and jumped out, then quietly closed the window.

It's not that he's guilty of being a thief, but if the servant girls see him appearing in Wang Zhujun's room in the middle of the night, they will inevitably have some guesses.

During the day, Yu Meixin pointed to her nose and said such embarrassing words, he couldn't let the servant girl say these words out of Yao's house.

After Yao Qingxiang jumped out of the window, the sleeping Wang Zhujun suddenly frowned. Just now, she seemed to be nestled in a strong chest, and she could hear his real heartbeat through the clothes.

This strong chest is so familiar, Wang Zhujun searched carefully in his mind, trying to remember who owns this strong chest that can give her warmth and make her feel safe.

Qingze's?No, everyone else is gone.

Who else would that be?
Wang Zhujun tried to find out who it was, but her mind was so heavy and she was so tired.

"Where's Xiao Shuang? Why isn't she in the room?"

The two maids entered the room together, the one carrying the freshly brewed medicine was called Xia Hui, and the one carrying the supplements was called Haitang, both maids had worked in Yao Mansion for a long time.

"You can see that the lamp is so dark, it must be to get lamp oil."

When Xia Hui put down the tray in her hand, she saw that the light on the table was not on, so she expressed her guess.

"This girl, she doesn't use her brain when she does things, and she doesn't know what the young mistress likes about her!"

Hearing Haitang say such things in the young mistress's room indifferently, Xia Hui immediately winked at her, signaling her not to say anything.

Xia Hui's reminder startled Haitang, who had always spoken outspokenly and did things without seriousness.

She hurriedly put the tonic in her hand on the table, then walked to Wang Zhujun's bed, and took a closer look. Wang Zhujun's eyes were still closed, and she didn't seem to be able to hear her own words.

Seeing this, she was relieved, and simply sat down on the stool that Xiao Shuang had just placed next to the bed.

"What can you hear? The young mistress has become like this. Whether she can wake up is still a matter!"

"Hurry up and shut your mouth that you can't keep the door shut."

This time, Xia Hui didn't wink Haitang to stop talking nonsense, but directly spoke to her harshly.

Haitang became anxious, and hurried to Xia Hui's side, pulled her sleeve, and asked her to listen to her explanation.

"I'm also in a hurry! Our young mistress is so pitiful! I lost my master just now, and now I have lost the young master in my belly."

After hearing Haitang's words, Xia Hui couldn't help but sighed along with her. Thinking of what the young lady's family did, she felt even more hateful.

"I really didn't expect the young lady's family to be so cruel. As soon as they heard that the young lady was fine, they left immediately after dinner. They said that the canal would be opened in two days, and they had to go back to stock up on the store in a hurry."

Thinking of how the Wang family was licking their faces and anxious to leave at that time, Xia Hui became angry, and felt even more pitiful for the little young lady.

"The young mistress was forced by her natal family to marry the master, don't you know?"

Haitang is no stranger to the behavior of the Wang family. Over the years, they have licked their faces and come to the Yao Mansion to ask for things, and every time they ask for money, a shop, or land. .

"Of course I know this, but now the young mistress is about to die, and they don't care about it. This is too bloodless."

Xia Hui shook her head, she really didn't expect the Wang family to be so cold-blooded, when they rushed to the mansion crying, she still thought they could help the young mistress get rid of this anger, but now it seems impossible.

Xia Hui and Haitang thought that no one could hear what they said, but Yao Qingxiang who was hiding under the window outside, and Wang Zhujun who was lying on the bed, could hear everything clearly.

Thinking of the chilling actions of his natal family, under the quilt, Wang Zhujun's hands were gently clenched.

"Comparatively speaking, Miss Meng and Mr. Dong are still affectionate and righteous. When Mr. Dong took the young mistress back to the house, the young mistress was covered in blood, and I almost fainted from fright."

Thinking of the bloody scene at that time, Xia Hui still has lingering fears.

"It's a good thing that Mr. Dong didn't mess around when he was in danger! Otherwise, we, the little girls in the house, would all be frightened into fools."

As soon as Xia Hui mentioned Mr. Dong, Wang Zhujun's mind immediately showed the anxious look of Dong Qingfeng hugging himself at that time.

(End of this chapter)