Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 335
Outside the house, the cold wind beat on the window lattice, and the salty snow fell on the ground.

Wang Ruofu sat paralyzed under the bed, her eyes were empty and loose, tears of resentment could not stop rolling down her neck and skirt.

Too tired, I just feel that I am like an ant on a hot pot every day, in a dilemma and suffering.

The term "Wang's daughter" has never been as beautiful as what others see. Although it is envied by all the women in the world, but the deep bitterness and helplessness under the skin, who do you want to talk to?

Not to love, not to die.
The reason why she and her aunt have been so close to each other for so many years is nothing more than sympathy and sympathy for each other.

They have all tasted the pain given by the Wang family, whether it is love, or the deprived childish years.

That is the scar burned on the body in this life, the hatred branded in the heart in this life!

Wang Ruofu choked up silently, and salty tears poured into her mouth and welled up in her heart.

She loves candied fruit the most, because she has tasted too much "bitter" and never had "sweet".
She hated two things the most in her life, one hated herself for joining the rich and noble family, and the other hated herself for being a daughter.

However, she also has things she doesn't regret.

That is meeting him.

Wang Ruofou knew very well that even without the love gu in her body, she would still fall in love with Yingqi hopelessly.

He is her catastrophe, but also her hope.

Between the family and love, she finally chose to betray the family and go for love.

Wang Ruofu wiped her tears and propped herself up. She staggered to the desk and wrote down the series of names that her mother just said on the paper.

After she stopped writing, she collapsed.

Tears are pouring down, weeping and weeping.
Duke Lu's Mansion, Lanyue Pavilion.

Lu Ziyu was wearing a plain cloak of hibiscus flowers and piled up snow in the courtyard boredly. Her little hands were red from the cold and felt a little itchy.

In her life, this was the first time she had seen snow!

It was supposed to be a joy to invite a group of people to have a snowball fight, but the situation in central Beijing was turbulent, and they didn't have the intention to play around.

It's been so long in the house, I can't help but come out to get some air.

Counting the days, her burden should have arrived in southern Xinjiang long ago, and my grandfather should have received it.But for many days, there was no news at all, let alone sending someone back to deliver a message
And the letter she wrote to her second brother was also like a stone sinking into the sea, and a bird fleeing into the sky.

Lu Ziyu has been a little restless lately, and she faintly feels that something has happened to Nanjiang.

Just as he was making wild guesses, Luo Ning's hasty voice came from outside the courtyard, "Miss, miss—"

Lu Ziyu dropped the snowball in his palm, and it happened to hit Tuanzi's head impartially.

The chubby body trembled, and quickly disappeared with a deep kick and a shallow kick.

"What's so urgent? But there's a letter from Nanjiang?" Lu Ziyu asked Luo Ning with a happy smile, not caring about looking for Tuanzi.

"Southern Xinjiang?" Luo Ning paused, his expression blank.It took her a while to stare at her and asked what the lady was talking about, "Nanjiang hasn't sent a letter back yet."

With a nod to Lu Ziyu's shoulders, the joy in his eyes dissipated suddenly.

The delicate lips pouted slightly, as if displeased, "What's the matter? Don't mess with me again with messy account books."

My third elder brother went to Mu Mansion to talk with Wanwan all day long, and no one took care of Mu Cangzhai's income and expenses for several days.

Everyone in the house finally knew that the third young master was not a miser at all, but a great lover through and through.
Luo Ning covered her lips and smiled, and hurriedly stepped forward to help her young lady into the room, "Who dares to annoy you with the account books? It's cold outside, let's go inside and talk about it."

The two first stomped their feet outside the house to remove some of the snow on the embroidered shoes before entering the house.

"It's mysterious, what's the matter?" Lu Ziyu took off his cloak, and only put on a laurel green satin brocade shirt.

The house was hot, and the stove was burning.

Luo Ning stretched out his hand to take the cloak of his young lady, shook it off a few times, and then hung it on Mu Shi.

Her brows and eyes were gratified, "February is coming soon, and in a few days we will have to wait for Lichun." Her voice paused, trembling a little, "Lichun will be counted to [-] days later, but it will be you It's Jiji's birthday."

Waiting for Jiji to pass, it is almost time for the Ninth Prince to return from Southern Border.
Luo Ning's eye sockets instantly turned red like rabbits when he thought that the person he cared for since childhood was leaving the house to marry.

Lu Ziyu knew that Luo Ning was a sentimental master, and he usually looked at her heartlessly, but he kept all the delicate details to himself.

"What are you crying about? You won't be with me after you get married?" Lu Ziyu pretended to be angry and wiped away Luo Ning's tears, "My lady has made it clear, unless there is a man who treats you very well and begs to follow me I beg you, otherwise you will never go anywhere!"

Luo Ning was at the point where she was so sad, when she heard her young lady teasing her, her cheeks were three points redder than her eye sockets.

"Oh, can you make me cry?" Luo Ning wiped her tears and smiled, and took out an exquisite peony hairpin from her bosom, "This is from the shopkeeper of Mu Cangzhai, and he said it was for You can see it when you see it."

She handed the peony hairpin in her hand to her young lady.

Lu Ziyu took it, and disassembled the peony hairpin into two pieces with ease.She took off the earrings, and carefully pulled out the stuff stuffed in the handle of the peony hairpin with the earhook.

Luo Ning looked at it dumbfounded.

"This, this." Her words were a little awkward.

There is a small satin soft smoke stuffed inside the hairpin handle.

Lu Ziyu was in no hurry to talk to Luo Ning about it, she unhurriedly unfolded the soft smoke.

There are a series of names written on it.

This is?

Lu Ziyu looked at it for a while, and finally understood why there were so many people's names written on the soft smoke bag.

These are the ministers of the Wang family's aides. Some of them are not high-ranking officials, but they hold real power in their hands.

What Lu Ziyu didn't expect was that among the right minister's aides, there were very few high-ranking officials who pretended to be noble and elegant, but there were as many as countless small officials of the seventh or eighth rank.

Those parents and officials of the seventh and eighth ranks seem like ants, but they are actually very useful.It is as small as managing the people's food and clothing, and as large as being on duty in the four streets of Beijing Central. If there is a fork in one of the links, the people of the entire capital may suffer.

Lu Ziyu never thought that the power of the Wang family would be so deep-rooted.Just like a banyan tree, when the branches and leaves fall into the water, new buds will be added.

Now that things have happened, Lu Ziyu actually admires Wang Yuzhou's forbearance.

This majestic force is condensed, and it can't be done overnight.
If Wang Yuzhou knew that the second prince Yingzhao was his only child, perhaps the methods would be more ruthless, instead of what he is doing now, and he could calmly discuss with his staff to come up with a perfect plan.

Lu Ziyu held the soft cigarette in her hand, she looked carefully, her beautiful eyes never let go of a single word.

On the soft smoke, a small staff officer caught her attention.

Xunjie Xiaowei - Chang Liao.

This is just an idle official position, not even the sesame official.

But Lu Ziyu discovered that this Xunjie school lieutenant named Chang Yuan was recorded on the soft smoke recorder, and he was the person who visited the Right Prime Minister's Mansion the most times these days.
　I'm ready to abuse! ! ! ! !
　　
　
(End of this chapter)