Don’t Mess with the Tough Lady

"But Niangniang, my young master is still ill and needs these charcoal fires very much. Please also ask Niangniang to open up a network and let the slaves take these charcoal fires back."

Le'er kept begging, but Du Qingheng sat there indifferently, unmoved at all.

If she dragged on like this, Le'er was afraid that her little lord could not make it through, gritted her teeth, bent her legs and knelt down, hitting her forehead heavily on the ground, even her voice was a little bit crying.

"I beg you, Niang Niang, please open the net and let the slave and maid bring the charcoal fire back to save my little master. Niang Niang's great kindness will never be forgotten, and it will be passed on to the little master."

Having said that, Du Qingheng still didn't say anything. She looked at Le'er kneeling at her feet coldly. For her, this was what Le'er should do, and she didn't feel unbearable at all.

"Isn't your little lord walking close to the queen? Since there is no charcoal fire, it is better to ask the empress to come from the palace." She hummed coldly. The meaning of these words is that it is impossible to get that. The charcoal fire was handed over.

Le'er really couldn't understand. What is the advantage of her doing this: "But, but those charcoal fires belong to my little master. The empress is so deceptive, if it is passed into the ears of the queen, it will also affect the empress!"

The queen is the lord of the harem. It is said that the last time Du Guifei was in charge of the palace, she was deducted from the case. Later, she was ruthlessly cleaned up by the empress. Now she is doing this kind of thing. Is she really not afraid of the queen?

However, Du Qingheng seemed to be really not afraid of Du Xuechun. Rao Shile'er had already moved the name of the queen out. She still didn't want to let go, she didn't care.

"Then what do you say? Those charcoal fires, this palace has already been assigned to the people of Yanxi Palace, and now they want to come back, wouldn't it be that people say that this palace has turned back?"

Le'er never expected that she could divide those charcoal fires so quickly, and now neither is it, nor is it not.

"I also ask the empress to think of a way to let the people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs give me another copy of those things from my little lord." Le Er can't even think of offending Concubine Du Guizhou now, she kowtows heavily, as long as she can save it. Little Lord, she is willing to do anything.

When Du Qingheng heard this, he smiled: "It's just a maid next to a noble man. You can't even compare to the most inferior maid in my palace. How can you order this palace to let this palace come forward for you?"

"But..." Le'er raised her head. She wanted to say that it was because of you, the little lord didn't have charcoal fire, so who wouldn't you find?

But just as she raised her head, she ran into Du Qingheng's bitter gaze. She seemed to suddenly know why Du Qingheng hated their young master so much.

"It's nothing, since you are here in this palace, those things belong to this palace. Okay, you have been arguing here for a long time, and the noise is causing headaches in this palace."

Du Qingheng rubbed her head decently, as if it was really hurting there. She waved her hand and called Mother Song to her side: "Mr Song."

"The old slave is here." Mother Song hurriedly stepped forward with a smile.

"Send Miss Le'er out. Since Jiagui didn't teach her how to talk to the concubine, let Mother Song teach you."

"Yes."

Seeing Du Qingheng about to leave, Le'er was anxious all of a sudden: "Noble concubine!

Du Qingheng didn't even leave her eyes, got up and walked towards the inner room.

Mother Song stepped forward, blocking Le'er's gaze at Du Qingheng, her face was cold, Le'er raised her head and looked over, her old face still has a trace of majesty.

"Lady Leer, please."

...

"Let go of me! Let go of me! I want to see the noble concubine, please save my little lord! Ah-"

Le'er was pushed to the ground heavily, the cold floor knocked her in pain, and tears came out of her pain.

Sister Song stood condescendingly on the steps, looking at her, and deceiving others: "Lady Le'er, pay attention. The concubine is noble. It is not something you can direct or blame at will."

"It's an honor that your family's honorifics can be appreciated by our empress. You are so capable. It's better to go directly to the empress empress and see if the empress empress will help you get justice."

Le'er got up, with unwillingness written in her eyes, she looked straight at Mother Song's gaze: "It's just a pile of fire stones! Concubine Du is noble, but even these things have to be snatched? You are not afraid to spread them out. , Has Du Guifei been criticized behind her!"

"Hey, you little girl film, so casually beaten?" Mother Song rolled up her sleeves, and when she saw her talk back, she had to do it when she stepped down the stairs: "Since you don't know the rules so much, then I'll take care of Jiagui and the imperial concubine. Teach you a lesson!"

"Snapped--"

The crisp slap in the face was very loud in the courtyard hall, Du Qingheng inside the house heard the sound and hooked his lips.

A subordinate who can't even figure out his own status and status, dare to come with her arrogantly?

What a joke, when her seat is empty!

"Le'er slapped Mother Song several times in a row. In order to prevent her from running away, Mother Song had another person restrain her.

After all, it was an old man in the palace. After so many things, Mother Song's hands were surprisingly strong, but after two or three strokes, Le'er's cheeks turned red.

Maybe she was tired, so Mother Song stopped her hand. She rolled her wrist, looked at Le'er's hateful eyes, and stretched her tone:

"Today is just a lesson. Let the Le'er girl remember clearly. We are all subordinates. No matter which master we are, our status and status are above us. We are destined to be stepped on by them, let alone you. Even if the young master of your family comes and the noble concubine must be punished, the old slave can still get it off."

Before Le'er could even react, Mother Song waved her hand and turned her head into the room: "Okay, throw it out for her. She stays here. If the empress comes out, she won't be happy."

"Let go of me! Let go of me!"

Le'er knew that if she was thrown out now and she wanted to return to Yanxi Palace to get their things back, there would be no hope.

But no matter how hard she struggled, how could she have resisted two guards?

But after a while, she was thrown out, and the tall palace gate closed. No matter how she knocked, there was no response.

"Open the door! Open the door! Let me in, please save my little lord, please..."

She slumped on the ground feebly, crying sadly, tears running across her swollen cheeks, and there was pain.

I blame her for being useless, even the little lord can't save it.

Now that there is no charcoal fire, even if she goes back empty-handed, it will not help.

Snow fell in the sky again, and the cold wind mixed with coldness took away the last bit of warmth, and she shivered with joy.

Looking at the long corridor, I couldn't help feeling tangled. Now the only person who can help the little lord is the queen empress, but the little lord said, don’t let her disturb the empress empress.