Chapter 1521: Tiger Girl 5
Aunt Li also responded at the right time: "Yes, Your Majesty. It's pointless to make a small fuss. What if you don't admit it when you go? It will be our fault. Let's listen to Madam!"
Zhao Yinglei heard that it was reasonable, so he could only suppress his anger and sat down again. After all, I am a bit older and not as impulsive as when I was young. A few years ago, he must have come looking for me with a long gun.
After talking for a while, Zhao Yinglei saw that there was nothing he needed to do at this time, so he asked his younger sister to get more rest and left.
Then Xining mentioned Dongmei's position as Poria.
Dongmei was at a loss for a while: "Miss, I am just a person who packs clothes and jewelry, how can I be qualified for this job?"
Dongmei is a loyal and honest person, and she usually takes care of clothes, jewelry, quilts, etc. But in the previous plot, the owner of the body was in trouble, and Dongmei went crazy to protect the owner, but was beaten to death. Before she died, she still held on to the owner and refused to let go.
"I say you can handle it!" Xining thought for a while: "You still need one more position. There seems to be someone named Yan Hong outside the house, right? Let her come in."
Yanhong was not married as a dowry maid, and she did not have much interaction with the owner. When they heard Yan Hong's name, they all ran away. In order to spread the news, they risked their lives and ran to the Rongguo Duke's mansion, but were stopped outside the door. Because he didn't see the owner of the body and knew that the situation was over, he crashed into a stone lion outside the Rongguo Duke's mansion. He was also a loyal martyr. And about this matter, Mrs. Rongguo and Poria, who proudly came to the owner of the body with poison, told the owner of the body.
Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that Poria cocos is dead. And those loyal servants will naturally be promoted.
Yan Hong was called, and Yan Hong entered the room with her head lowered, knelt down and saluted. He's only eleven years old, he hasn't grown up yet, he's small.
Xining thought for a while: "She will take up Dongmei's original position. Dongmei, teach her well and let her get started as soon as possible. As for what you don't understand, you can ask me directly, or you can ask Aunt Li for advice."
Dongmei immediately saluted Nanny Li.
Grandma Li also quickly returned the blessing gift: "The young lady thinks so highly of the old slave, how dare the old slave ask for advice. If the young lady is good, the madam will feel comfortable, so the old slave will naturally do his best."
Mrs. Zhao couldn't help but smile: "I know that everyone loves you, so this servant has made an idea to come to my house. Okay, Granny Li is right, I can feel relieved if you are doing well."
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Nanny Li also bowed to Mrs. Zhao, then turned back to her original position and continued to wait.
Mrs. Zhao leaned aside and watched, feeling that her daughter seemed to be a different person. She was doing very well, so she felt relieved: "Seeing that you have arranged the things in the yard well, I will not care about it. You are so rested, don't Get out of bed early for fun.”
Xining covered the stove and nodded: "Then I won't send it to my mother. Dongmei Chunyu, help me send it."
"There's no need to send her off. You'll feel cold when you go out. Take good care of yourself, and don't get sick again." After Mrs. Zhao put on her shoes with the help of the maid, she supported Grandma Li's arm and got out of the Arhat bed.
The maid next to her quickly helped her put on a large cloak with a blue background and silver patterns trimmed with black fox fur. She held a small hand-warming stove in her hand and left with the other maids and wives.
Yan Hong was directly pulled indoors by Dong Mei to look at the location of the clothes and various things, while she continued to lean on the Arhat bed holding the hand stove, squinting her eyes and closing her eyes to rest.
After an hour and a half, dinner was served.
Eight dishes and one soup, including fish and meat, filled the entire Xiao Si Xian table. Most of the officials in the capital eat pasta, while a small number of officials from the south eat rice. The staple food of Jiangjunfu follows the style of the northern region, mainly noodles and steamed buns. The kitchen prepared fried noodles for fear that she would lose her appetite. Skim the oil from the chicken soup and add shredded dried bamboo shoots and shredded ham.
After Xining finished eating the noodles, he asked for a small bowl of chicken soup. He wanted to drink it while it was hot and sweat a little, so as to ensure that he would not catch a cold or have a fever at night.
Mrs. Zhao came again. After walking in, Xining was ladling chicken soup and drinking: "Mom is here just in time, let's have a bowl of chicken soup too." Grandma Li, who was moving the chair, placed the round stool directly next to the third lady. .
"No, I've already had dinner." Mrs. Zhao sat down, glanced around, and saw an empty small bowl next to her. She nodded with a smile: "I ate well today. That's how it should be. Eat more." Only if you do it, you will be in good health.”
"Hmm~" Xi Ning continued to eat. Although women in this dynasty were not as beautiful as those in the previous dynasty, but they were not as beautiful as their backbone. Zhu Yuan Yu Run is still the main product for good luck, so you can eat it with confidence.
Mrs. Zhao waited for her to finish drinking the chicken soup, then put down the spoon and said it was ready. He took the cotton towel moistened with hot water and carefully wiped his daughter's mouth and hands. That's why I came here.
"This person had just sent his front legs out of the house. When he arrived at Yapo's place, he bought his back legs, put them in a small sedan, and carried them in through the small door on the north side." Mrs. Zhao got angry thinking about it and gritted her teeth: "It is indeed them... …”
Xi Ning hugged the heater and smiled: "Even they can only do this. There is no evidence. But if you walk a lot at night, you will always encounter ghosts. I don't believe they can do it in a lifetime."
"What about Poria? Let's forget it like this?" This maid who had eaten everything inside was carried into the Duke of Rongguo's mansion, and Mrs. Zhao was a little unwilling to do so.
Xining shook his head slightly: "How could we forget about it like this? It's just that her life is not in our hands."
Mrs. Zhao frowned: "What do you mean, the Duke of Rong will not let her go?"
Xining smiled at Mrs. Zhao, lowered her head and continued to look at the small hand warmer wrapped in cloth in her hand.
Carrying her in on a sedan chair does not necessarily mean she was brought in to be a concubine. The purpose of using the sedan chair is to cover people's ears and eyes, so that no one can see who is sitting in the sedan chair.
Even if Poria had a child in her belly, this person would not be able to keep her.
At this moment, the two women were holding on to Fu Ling's arms, while the house slave behind him was shaking off the belt he was carrying.
"No, Your Majesty, I want to see Your Majesty! Your Majesty, for the sake of past friendship, please save this slave's life..." Fu Ling, who was forced to kneel on the ground, screamed loudly with tears on her face, hoping that the Crown Prince would come to save her. She was like rescuing her from Ya Po.
I originally thought that I would be sold outside the capital and would never see the crown prince. Unexpectedly, after being bought, he got on a small sedan and was carried into the Rongguo Duke's mansion.
Two women were waiting for her to bathe and change clothes. At that time, she thought that she would be able to enter the prince's room tonight.
But what happened next was completely beyond her expectation. After changing clothes and a woman who had gone out and came back whispered to the other, their faces changed. He pressed her down when he came up, and the servant who came in later was holding a belt folded into two circles.
The long belt was put around the neck and quickly tightened and lifted back...
Mrs. Zhao turned pale with anger: "I fell into their trap this time and died here." Forget it, but nothing happened. If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have gotten it back, and I would have died wherever I wanted.
"It's all up to mother." Zhao Chengzong, who was sitting aside, said calmly, stood up and walked out. His handsome and handsome appearance made the maids who passed by blush and lower their heads, not daring to look directly at him.
In the middle of the night, a corpse wrapped in a straw mat was sent out of the house and buried shallowly in a mass grave.
(End of chapter)