Discipline traitor husband

Chapter 443: Is it a duck to water? (2)
Several of these court ladies were familiar with Bu Youran because they helped Zhao Yanhua arrange Han Yuxuan before, and they immediately recognized her, "Miss Bu?"

The leading maid frowned.

"Aunt Mo, she is the person that Princess Yanhua mentioned a few days ago. She was rewarded by the Empress Dowager and helped Princess Yanhua to decorate the palace." A palace maid stepped forward and said excitedly, with a smile in her eyes. Worship.

The court lady called Aunt Mo narrowed her eyes and looked at Xiang Bu Youran again, from her clothes to her shoes and finally to the rice bowl in her hand.

Bu Youran realized it, and quickly explained, "I just arrived, and I'm not familiar with the rules here. I slept all afternoon, and I was too hungry, so I..."

"You were transferred by the princess himself?" Her voice was slightly rough.

A maid B standing behind her came over and whispered something in her ear.

Aunt Mo's face was gloomy, she took another look at Bu Youran, turned around and yelled at the maids who were stunned in the courtyard, "It's all gone, if there is more trouble, no one should sleep at night!"

As soon as the words were said, the little maids dispersed immediately and went back to their respective houses. However, there are only about four rooms in this courtyard, two big rooms, and each big room sleeps about five court ladies, and the remaining two separate rooms are adjacent to each other. It was Bu Youran, and the other one belonged to Aunt Mo.

So it can be seen that in this yard, Aunt Mo is the boss.

The courtyard suddenly stopped, and Bu Youran ate two more mouthfuls with the rice bowl in his hand, but also felt bored, so he went back to sleep in the house.

When she woke up the next day, it was already high in the sun, and she was sweating profusely from this feeling. Although it was already the autumnal equinox, the sun was still abundant at noon, but it was not as dull as in summer.

Bu Youran sat up, wiped the sweat with the handkerchief she had prepared, and was about to go out with the basin to get some water to wash her face, but she heard the sound of admonition coming from outside the door.

"How many times have I warned you, still like this?"

Is this Aunt Mo's voice?

Bu Youran approached the door quietly, pushed open a gap, and peeped outside.

The maid shrank back with her back to Bu Youran, sobbing faintly.

"It's not that I won't help you. You have also stayed in the palace for more than a year. You know the rules. If you commit such a thing, no one can protect you. How should you figure it out for yourself!" Aunt Mo said angrily.

"Auntie..." The little maid knelt on the ground, tugging at Aunt Mo's skirt, "My father is sick and has no money to treat him, so I made this decision out of helplessness."

Aunt Mo's voice was stern, "No matter what your purpose is, the princess knows that you violated the rules today, so I will not let you off lightly!" She tore away the corner of the skirt that was clutched by the little palace maid and walked into the house resolutely. After walking two steps, he stopped suddenly, turned his head and looked in the direction of Bu Youran's wooden door.

Bu Youran was so guilty that she sat down on the ground, damn, do you still have eyes in the back of your head?

Feeling relieved, Bu Youran moved to the door again, however, Aunt Mo had already entered the room, and the only remaining maid in the courtyard was still sobbing.

To be honest, Bu Youran doesn't know what identity she is in this palace, or is it Han Yuxuan, a palace maid?Seeing Aunt Mo's attitude of ignoring Bu Youran, you can tell that it's impossible!Is it half master?No one would be convinced when she said it out, after all, her background might not be as good as these little maids.And if Zhao Yanhua doesn't tell her, it's not easy for her to wander around in her palace.

She is like a vagrant in this huge palace, but she is at ease, just like in this courtyard, no one cares about her at all, and no one treats her as existence.

(End of this chapter)