Secret Agent: The Devil's Favorite Wife

Chapter 2 Prince Quan Xiaoli

All she needs to do is drink tea and watch a play.

Que Ruoyu followed them to the laundering bureau in the cold palace. There was a pile of clothes soaked in the pool. Those clothes gave off a stench, and everyone sniffed, a little bit reluctantly.

Speaking of which, those concubines in the cold palace are not as good as their little maids, why should they be allowed to do laundry!

Hongchan was the first to walk over. She was very indifferent. She reached into the icy cold water with a pair of skinny bare hands, took a mallet and sprinkled saponin powder, and began to scrub and wash the clothes.

Que Ruoyu didn't hesitate either, she walked to Hongchan's side, reached out to pick up a piece of clothing from the pool, imitated Hongchan's appearance, and began to wash.

Seeing this scene, the maids who complained a little could not say anything, but resigned themselves to their fate and started to wash clothes.

There was the sound of washing clothes in the laundry bureau. They rarely communicated with each other, and everyone was full of wariness.

They are indifferent, living in the cracks, where there is no mood to take care of others.

Que Ruoyu will not complain, she is very tenacious, whatever the living environment God has given her, she will try her best to adapt and will not back down.

Boom!
Que Ruoyu was in a daze when a kick flew over from the wall and hit the pool heavily, splashing water. The water was already dirty and smelly, and everyone dodged in fright.

Even though Que Ruoyu was agile, he almost couldn't dodge.

With a bang, the dilapidated and mottled black-painted wooden door of the Washing Bureau was kicked open, and a man with an imposing appearance, exquisite features, and a wicked smile came in from outside.

"Prince!" The little maids, including Hong Chan, all showed timidity, knelt down and prostrated themselves on the ground, as if the person who came in was not a human, but a devil.

Que Ruoyu paused for a second, then followed their example and knelt down.

There was an evil smile on Quan Xiaoli's Qingjun face, his long and narrow eyes were cunning and cold, his cold and evil eyes locked on Que Ruoyu who knelt down a second late, and his tone was very evil, "You."

Everyone didn't dare to raise their heads, and could only look at it from the corner of their eyes. When they saw that Quan Xiaoli was looking at Que Ruoyu, they couldn't help but secretly heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, they were secretly happy, ready to see Que Ruoyu's jokes.

Que Ruoyu took a deep breath, knowing that the visitor was not kind, but still stood up, and walked in front of Quan Xiaoli with small steps, her voice was low and weak, mixed with a trace of sadness that she thought she was unlucky, "Please order, the prince."

"Go, bring the Cuju here." Quan Xiaoli's voice was cold and sinister.

Que Ruoyu only felt that her scalp was numb. She had also experienced killing scenes, but she still couldn't help but be shocked by this man's cold and charming aura.

"Yes." She bent her stiff knees, turned and walked towards the pool.

The Cuju floated in the middle of the pitch-black water, swaying slowly with the ripples, as if a ghost was swaying towards her.

She picked up the mallet, and was going to swing the kick to the opposite side with the water pattern, then picked it up, and handed it to Quan Xiaoli.

"Go down and pick it up!" Quan Xiaoli's voice was like an ice pick, piercing into Que Ruoyu's forehead.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, she knows how cold the water is.

She just fell into the water and woke up, still having a fever, and she was afraid that the root cause of the disease would fall into the water again.

But this crown prince obviously has trouble with her, she is not afraid of getting dirty, it's just that she is in the cold palace, if she falls ill and dies, who will care?
But if she didn't pick up Cuju and offended the prince, she would die.

Taking a deep breath, she bowed and rolled up her pants, rolled up her sleeves, stepped on the edge of the pool and jumped into the water.

The water was deeper than she had imagined, and it sank directly to her waist. It seemed that even if she took off her pants, it would not help.

The icy water was like countless silver needles piercing her lower body, and the icy cold feeling aroused the cold sweat on her forehead.

She walked towards the center of the pool, step by step with difficulty, feeling like fainting at any moment.

Seeing Cuju was close in front of her eyes, she was already pale from the cold and her lips were purple.

She hugged Cuju into her arms, and staggered out of the pool. Her body was covered with sewage, and black water dripped down her clothes, looking like a water ghost in embarrassment.

But no one sympathized with her, they just looked at her very indifferently.

Que Ruoyu walked up to Quan Xiaoli, holding the cuju in both hands, "Prince, your cuju."

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to become so honest, it's really boring, boring." Quan Xiaoli's tone was cold, he knocked out the Cuju in Que Ruoyu's hand with a palm, smiled coldly, a faint sarcasm flashed in his eyes, turned and left .

Before Que Ruoyu came back to his senses, the world was spinning before his eyes and he lost consciousness.

Waking up again, Que Ruoyu was not in the woodshed, but in a room that was considered clean but with cracks on the walls and roof.

"Open your mouth." It was Hong Chan's extremely cold voice again, and she was standing on top of Que Ruoyu's head, holding a chipped porcelain bowl in her hand.

Que Ruoyu struggled to get up, only then did he realize that he was lying on a common bunk, commonly known as a kang.

There are eight beds in the bunk, and she sleeps in the innermost one.

The quilt covering her body was also full of patches, but fortunately it was clean and had no peculiar smell.

Seeing that she was still interested in smelling the quilt, Hongchan smiled disdainfully, "Don't be fussy, drink the ginger soup quickly."

Que Ruoyu reached out to take the ginger soup. The ginger soup was not very hot, it seemed that it had been drying for a long time.

While drinking, she looked out the window. It was already dark, and the sky outside was a dark orange, full of sadness.

At this moment, all the little maids who had finished washing their clothes came back. They saw that Que Ruoyu had woken up, and they didn't show any expression, even showing a hint of hatred, why she wasn't dead yet.

Que Ruoyu smiled wryly, why do these people hate her so much, are they also from the previous dynasty?

"Where are my clothes?" Que Ruoyu found that she was only wearing a middle coat, but the outside was gone.

"Let it hang outside." Hong Chan said coldly.

"It seems that there are no other clothes." Que Ruoyu seemed to be asking, but also seemed to be talking to himself.

She frowned slightly, it was impossible to go on like this, Madam Su could see that she was not a good idiot, if she stopped working in the field because she didn't have clothes, she might have to wear small shoes for her, she had to find a way to do it.

During dinner, Que Ruoyu didn't have any appetite. She saw that they ate a bowl of gruel, a bit of hard steamed corn bread, and a few pieces of pickles. No wonder the maids here are thin and small. is malnourished.

Seeing that she didn't want to eat, Hongchan threw the buns directly to her, "Do you want to starve to death if you don't eat? There are only two meals a day here."

Que Ruoyu felt that the wowotou was like a lump of iron, but she was a little moved in her heart. Hongchan had a cold face and a warm heart. If she was really indifferent, she wouldn't have given her ginger soup and let her eat.

Que Ruoyu gnawed on the cornbread, but he was thinking about how to get ahead.

(End of this chapter)