Reborn: Revenge of the Concubine’s Daughter

[Chapter 13 Volume 13]

565 Chapter 559 He Angelica's Substitute

Xiao Suxin knew that the small print of He Danggui was Qingyi. After listening to Meng Yue's statement, it was obvious that he regarded the peasant girl as a stand-in for He Danggui. Hate, Meng Yue is so confused! But when the farmer girl was unknown, she replied, "Let's call him. Your housekeeper hired me to pour tea, and I was stubborn. I didn't know how to wait for people. This little thing was rejected." "Qing'er and Hong'er both called casually, what should I do?"

After listening, Meng Wei's face showed a faint disappointment. The searching eyes flowed on the farmer's face, and suddenly she found that her pupils were not pure black, reflecting the light coming in through the window, there was a faint light. gray. Meng Zheng frowned, her appearance could be changed easily, but the color of her eyes could not be changed. So, she was not ...

Meng Yue asked in a loss: "Aren't you my Qinger? ... Xiao Yi, isn't it really you? Don't hide and seek with me if you are you."

As if he didn't understand what he was talking about, or he really didn't understand. The peasant girl buried her head deeply, only acting as if nothing happened, and no longer talking with Meng Yue. After drinking the fish soup, she packed up the dishes and went to the kitchen. Meng Yue leaned quietly on the door frame. When the two passed by, they sniffed the smell of her hair. It was a faint medicinal scent with mint and camellia and cardamom instead of worry-free scent. Is he on the road? I was fainted so I misread it?

It was dark early in the north, and it was too early to hold the lantern. After night, Meng Ying came up with two peaceful proposals. If he could not make his own decision, he called Meng Yue to discuss it. Although Meng Yue now appears to be half-personal, but Jiewei is still there, in the eyes of Meng Ying, he is still a reliable brother.

After Meng Yue left, the peasant girl in the atrium was beaded in the room. The blue silk double strands were worn with white millstone beads. A tea can produce a finished product. The hawker is two pieces of penny. When she entered the village to find out clearly, she bought silk thread and stone beads to earn this loose money. Every ten hits turned into a ruff. Half an afternoon passed, and the little girl in front of her piled up six ruffs. She had a good face, her small nose flapped, and hummed a gentle song.

On the afternoon of the same day, Meng Wei looked at him with a cold eye for a while, thinking that the lazy girl of Danggui would not sit still all afternoon, holding a soft thread to pierce the small hole in the beads. So I was even more convinced that the feelings on the road finally proved to be his illusion. She was not Angelica, not easy to lurk here just to take care of his illness. He must have thought so much that he thought of this thin, small, non-squeaky woman as her. So turned disappointedly and walked away, no longer paying attention to the peasant girl, nor annoying her to pour tea.

Therefore, the two or three things that must be said between him and the peasant girl have come to an end. But in the eyes of the onlookers, there is the following between them. Li Jian, who served as a steward, saw the little care of the seven sons at lunch, and realized that they must be in the same compartment on the road. The affectionate seven-year-old fancyed the peasant girl.

Li Jian is a dedicated man who loves and loves his team. Even a guest housekeeper, he must take care of his master's clothes, food, accommodation, and sleep. That night, he arranged for two maids to wait for the farmer girl to bathe and change clothes, and called an experienced maid to talk to her like this. I first congratulated her once and praised her for being a blessed person. She was able to cultivate with Qi Gongzi in her lifetime and taught her to be a man and a woman. When she saw her face in her early twenties, she quietly asked if she had passed any personnel affairs and had not been close to the seventh son.

After bathing, the peasant girl wrapped her towel and wrapped her shoulders in her long hair. She put on her coat and went to the bead under the lamp to continue beating the old faceless face. Alas, she asked her to say a few words to persuade the seventh son to take care of his body, not to be overworked, to take care of the sick, and then scold the farmer girl as a donkey, shaking his head and leaving.

Li Jian asked, saying yes or no, pouting and laughing, is it impossible? Looking at the talent of Qi Gongzi, I am afraid that the fairy in the sky will have it, not to mention a small village aunt. It was just that the woman's wife was too fraudulent, and she clearly responded, and her mouth was still there. After hearing it, Li Jian felt insecure, and was afraid that the seventh son would be troublesome. So he asked the girl to go to the ear room and take away the peasant's bedding, and lied to her that the seventh son had changed the room, and the bed in the main room was hers.

The peasant girl was really stupid. She extinguished the lights and went to sleep on the bed of the seventh son. Two maids and one babble laughed at the window one by one, and walked away head to head. All of the above fell into the eyes of Xiao Suxin. A pair of beautiful eyes spit fire. There was originally a three-point hesitant killing heart. This time is true. It's strong. But if you want to kill a person without a trace, it is only an accident. The best accident is ...

"Seven sons?" Li Jian greeted in panic and asked, "What's wrong, it's fine in the day!"

Several servants, using bedding-covered door panels, carried Meng Hui to the room, frightened Xiao Suxin, stopped his calculations, and went up anxiously to ask why. The servants told her and Li Jian, the seventh son and the third son talked well in the study, traced the map, and suddenly the seventh son got sick again. He also beat the third son on the shoulder, and the third son was also injured. They first brought the seventh son back to the room to sleep, and after a day of dawn, they found a good witch doctor to take a look, maybe it was more useful than a doctor.

"Witch Doctor?" Xiao Su was puzzled. "Why the Witch Doctor? Why was he sick?"

Li Jian reluctantly admits: "The seventh son just got up lazily when he was in Luzhou, and his body did not fail. But when he was sailing halfway, he accidentally fell into the water. Alas, I never expected that the seven sons who had always been good in water fell into the river. The middle sinks to the bottom, and dozens of sailors went to the river to salvage him before picking him up. Since then, he has been dizzy and vomiting from time to time, slang nonsense, as if he had violated some evil **** in the river, and fell into evil. Morning I returned to the third son. He said don't worry, it wasn't a big problem, and he didn't expect it to happen again at night. "

Xiao Suxin curiously said, "It's evil? What nonsense, I think is the cold and the blockage in my heart. You come all the way, why don't you find a good doctor earlier, what if you have accumulated the disease?"

"It's really evil. Seven sons can be weird when they get sick. We don't understand a single sentence," Li Jiandao said, "It's like talking to two people. One of them opens their mouths and calls them" Little One, Little One ". The other One shouted 'Qing'er, and then said what Yulou Meng aunt, and what hurt you, I'm desperate for you, anyway, evil.'

After listening, Xiao Suxin concluded that Meng Yue was still worried about Angelica sinensis, and urged Li Jian to send a capable person to ride a horse to find a famous doctor in the city. It was better to take some medicine to dispel stasis.

Li Jian comforted, "This one is not in a hurry. In the middle of the night, what good doctor can I find? All the doctors sitting in the medical hall on the street are fake doctors with virtual heads and brains. They are really good and have to go to Qingzhou's local government. I am invited by my family and grandma, and the good doctors are monopolized by them in captivity. I will take the post tomorrow to invite them, and they will inevitably rush to the doctors and medicines to take advantage of this opportunity to make good with the Meng family. Girl Xiao, please rest assured. At that time, when the seventh son drank the peasant girl's medicinal tea, he immediately stopped saying those scary words; the peasant girl lay down in his ear and said two words, and he could sleep peacefully. "

Then, he instructed the servants to carry the seven sons into the house, put them on the bed, and woken up the peasant girl, asking her to worry, if there was anything wrong, he called someone in time. Then the crowds exited, covered the door, and told the peasant girl to drive the seventh son away.

Xiao Suxin resembled a ghost, standing for a while under the wall directly opposite the door of the room. Li Jian was unknown, so she stood with her, not knowing what they were going to do. Suddenly, there was a silver bell-like laughter from the peasant girl in the room, shouting "Hate". Li Jian smiled ambiguously and asked Xiao Suxin whether he could leave.

The night was dark, engulfing Xiao Suxin's dull complexion, and Li Jian also found no abnormalities. Xiao Suxin's devotion to the seventh son was not widely spread. When he saw Xiao Suxin walking with the third son, he regarded them as a pair. And regard Xiao Suxin's concern for Qi Gongzi as his concern for uncle. Fu persuaded again, so Xiao Suxin left here temporarily, but in his heart he was very murderous to the peasant girl who can cure the disease of Mencius.

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In the room, the peasant girl fell asleep well. The previous maids repeatedly assured her that this room was her own bedroom. The emphasis was on "one person". She felt they were sneaky. Strange, but the bedding in the atrium made them take it away, saying that there was a bed in the next room. The peasant girl had to go to bed and slept on the bedclothes once in the day, and her nose was still haunting his usual incense.

She slept with her clothes. She was expected to have a story in the night, and a mule was put on the pillow to defend herself. Sure enough, after less than an hour of sleep, the door of the room was accidentally knocked open. Several people threw a feverish, nonsense Meng Yue into the bed, plugged in and left.

Meng Xuan closed her eyes tightly, wondering if anyone was awake, but saw that he lay down on the bedside for a while and then got into the bed and hugged her. She was very annoyed, and said in his heart that men really had a set of mouths, and another set when they were doing. Whatever "love is immovable" is fake, not even a peasant girl with such a mediocre appearance. Thought this man was a little different from the average man in the world.

So, without hesitation, she picked up the copper-clad mule next to the pillow to defend herself, and slammed his face, cheeks, and jaw. He did not expect that he was a very skinny person, and she did not show mercy, but his face only broke a little bit of skin, a little blood, and didn't look bad. He made a few vague complaints, and then snored loudly.

He fell asleep?

She did not expect that he really fell asleep, not pretending to take advantage of her, but now that he was pale, sweaty on his forehead, and hurt her face, she did not wake up, so she was not pretended. In addition, there are a few of his accompanying girls, and if he really wants to find a woman, he won't sacrifice so much. When she thought about it, she looked pale and gave birth to a little regret, got out of bed and poured a bowl of medicinal tea and drank him, and twisted a bunch of incense ash from the incense burner on the desk to stop the bleeding on the wound on his face. He suddenly made a sore groan in his sleep.

Looking at the howl of this satyr who claimed to be her husband, the peasant girl sighed and told her with ears: "Tomorrow someone will ask your face. You can't say me, you just say that you stretched out when you got sick. Claw scratched, can you hear me? "

Meng Yue closed her eyes tightly, nodded her head gently, and slanged in her dream: "I will listen to what Xiao Yi says, and I listen to her most ..."