Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 11

He turned to look at her, raising his eyebrows.

"On the day my servant was in prison, I left a burden, which was the only things left by my servant. Among them was a white leather bracelet, which was worth a little money. It was a token of engagement between my servant and Mr. Tong. I beg you to find it Find it, can you?"

"Yeah." He turned around, but couldn't see the expression on his face.

Bu Youran looked at his figure walking towards the house, feeling a little regretful, it seemed that she was asking too much, and the big boy in front of her was a little unhappy...

……

You know the good times won't last long.

Just after noon that day, Bu Youran had just finished eating with the maids in the mansion when she was called to Mrs. Song's room.

As soon as I entered, I saw this scene, with Mrs. Song as the center, the first person on the left was a strange face, but judging by his clothes and age, it must be the young master of the Song family who just returned home today, and the second on the left is Song Yifan, the only one on the right is Bu Youran's master, the little sister of the Song family, standing next to her is still a strange face, but Bu Youran already has the answer in his heart. One is Li Wanjin, the son of the Right Prime Minister.

what the hell is this?

Trial in high hall?

"Brother, she is the companion I told you about a few days ago!" Song Yiling's eyes showed a trace of contempt, "She is a person who behaves badly, and her hands and feet are not clean."

The young master of the Song family looked Bu Youran up and down, seeing her standing in the same place well-behaved, he just smiled lightly and didn't make a sound.

Mrs. Song was relatively calm, "As a companion, I must also have some knowledge."

"That's right, she said she went to school, and my eldest brother only went to school for six years. She said that she went to school for two years, so she must know a lot." Little sister Song's words were full of provocation.

Bu Youran sighed in her heart, hey, after all, it was a mistake for me to report for 'two years'!
"Oh? It's really rare." Li Wanjin, who was standing on the side, deliberately cooperated with Song Yiling, "Brother Song was the number one scholar back then, and he has the most knowledge among us, so we have to give her a test!"

Cold sweat broke out on Bu Youran's forehead, a few small things, my old lady is going to fall into your hands today!

"That's good," the young master of the Song family was not polite, and responded directly, "I'll inscribe a Ci tablet, and you can make a few words, how about it?"

Hey, let's admit it!

"Young Master, I don't know how to read Cipai. In a small place like a slave, the master teaches relatively few things. Although it's two years, it's not as good as the half-year knowledge learned in a regular school in the capital. I just know how to read and read on weekdays. There are more casual and miscellaneous books." Bu Youran bowed and said.

"Idle books?" Eldest Young Master Song didn't laugh at her, but continued to chat, "We also read idle books, so tell me about the idle books you read."

Bu Youran frowned, racking her brains, thinking of a slightly taller story.

She was a little more cautious, "Do you want to listen to the longer one, or the shorter one?" The long one has "Water Margin", and the short one can talk about "Strange Tales from a Liaozhai Studio", it's so scary!

"Short." Mrs. Song said directly.

Bu Youran smiled and shook his sleeves, "It is said that there was a scholar Wang Junsheng who was teaching at Mr. Li's house. One day at dusk, just after the lamp was lit, Mr. Wang was lying on the bed with his shoes on. Suddenly he saw a small man, more than three inches long. , came in from the door, turned around a little bit, and then went out again. After a while, the villain brought two small stools and put them in the middle of the room, like children's toy stools made of sorghum straw. After another After a while, two villains brought in a coffin, but it was only about four inches long, and put it on two small stools. Before the arrangement was ready, another woman came in with a few maids and servants, all of which were the same as the previous villains. Tiny. The woman is wearing a filial piety dress with a hemp rope tied around her waist, her head wrapped in a white cloth, and she covers her mouth with her sleeve, crying softly, the sound is like a big fly..."

"Ah, stop it, stop it!" The first one who couldn't stand it was the little sister of the Song family.

The young master of the Song family listened with great interest, but Mrs. Song, Li Wanjin and Song Yifan felt a little impatient.

"Could it be that you have only read such vulgar books for the past two years?" Mrs. Song asked.

"No, I think it's very interesting." The young master of the Song family laughed.

Mrs. Song felt slightly annoyed, feeling that the young master of the Song family had refuted her face, "Yifan, is this the companion you chose?"

Song Yifan lowered his head, as if he didn't expect that Bu Youran would only know these things.

Mrs. Song looked at Bu Youran again, but this time she seemed even more indifferent and arrogant, "From today on, you will be a servant girl in the mansion, and you will be downgraded in food and lodging, and your daily money will also be downgraded by one level! Go out !" The last three words were spoken the loudest, as if even looking at her more was an eyesore.

Bu Youran bowed and exited, and as soon as he reached the door, he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

It's over-

The food is not good, so there are only two meals on weekdays, each meal is steamed buns and Chinese cabbage, and occasionally there is leftover meat from the masters to share.

If you downgrade again, what else can you eat?Cabbage gang?Cabbage root?

The more Bu Youran thought about it, the more wronged she felt, and she cursed to death those who traveled through time, which one of them didn't show their talents in ancient times, tell a story and compose a poem, and then become a blockbuster.

That night, Bu Youran was lying on the bed, hungry and cold, no one asked her to eat, until very late, there was a little girl who also served Mrs. Song not long after entering the mansion knocked on the door and came in, saying that it was because she was the last girl. Waiting for the maid, so the last thing left is hers.

Bu Youran looked at the dishes in the bowl that were almost out of reach, what was that?Onion shreds or cabbage shreds?I took a bite and didn't eat it!

Bu Youran was overjoyed to find another meat-like stuff out of the vegetable soup, and hurriedly took a bite of the steamed bun if he wanted to eat it... Who knows! NND!It's ginger!

This makes her hot!

This is not the worst, the most unbearable thing for her is to do rough work on an empty stomach.

Cleaning tables, chairs, vases, and floors every day, in addition to doing laundry, and occasionally acting as a male worker, moving wood and stones that are in the way, the younger sister of the Song family is in the mood, and she also wants to paint. She went to be a model, and then drew her as an ugly monster for her and Li Wanjin to laugh at; occasionally she practiced martial arts, and became a human target...

Frightened, I tried my best!A soldier can be killed but not humiliated!
No, no, no.

Bu Youran had to think of a way, and she was convinced——

(End of this chapter)