Reborn: Revenge of the Concubine’s Daughter

[Chapter 11 Volume 11]

Chapter 484 Chapter 478 Red Bean Milk Maple Dew

He Danggui saw that the open fire of the incinerator had extinguished, so he ventured into the upper body to look for her bookcase, but the smoky ashes at the starting point turned out to be more scorching than the flames. This was an issue she hadn't even considered. Seeing her book box at a glance, I couldn't wait to think about it. There was a severe pain in the palm of my left hand, and then she felt numbness, so she saved her taste. This is a way of seeking death, even a three-year-old child. Know that incinerators are dangerous.

The nose was a pungent burning odor, as if her loose hair was also a little lighted. She just felt like a fool. In addition to her frustration, her competitive heart was gone now. The human incinerator, she could not go out as soon as she entered. It was just that the doubts in her heart did not make her understand, and she died unwillingly.

"Huh-huh-"

Suddenly, the incinerator spit out the tongue at the same time, she knew that the furnace was a new type that was set on fire automatically. When I just came in, there was no open flame. It was not really no fire. The other end of the iron pipe must be pulling the bellows. Blowing fire. The flames trembled like bright silk, and she jumped to the front in a blink of an eye, her eyes tingling with tears, and she said in her heart that she really died of fire in this life. Her own way of death was a bit stupid. Qinger must laugh at herself after she knew it. How people who have lived for two lives are now more poisonous than ordinary people. They should be damned and damned. The last life is stupid. This life is still a moth. .

In the hazy sight, a man's silhouette appeared, a man who was not afraid of fire, and the flames jumped on his face without hindrance, and his face was not burned. Unlike her, she only burned her hand after touching the book box, and was discouraged after only two cigarettes.

The man who was not afraid of the fire picked her up and rushed out, but she said a word of "book" greedily. The man made an impatient snoring noise, freed one hand to grab the book box, and kicked the furnace door out of the fire cage. A lot of fresh air poured into the nose, making her feel dizzy, and her consciousness was far away from her, floating on the clouds.

When she woke up again, she was on the second-floor chaise couch in Shui Qian. The pain in the palm of her left hand first caught her attention. She picked it up, but it was bandaged, but it was very rough. I do n’t know Is there any medicine in it? She sat up and looked at the room layout. When she felt her throat dry, she whispered "Come" and got no response. She looked out the window, and the little girl Su Zi was playing with the carps in the pond in the yard, and she was completely ecstatic. Except for her, there was no one else in the yard.

She wanted to shout again. Someone outside the threshold said, "Don't shout, she's so stupid, she's not as good as me. Miss He, your dowry girl is really amazing." She turned back and walked in. Is Yi Yan.

"Drink tea or soup?" He asked.

She stroked the gauze on her left hand and replied lazily: "Maple dew leaf tea ... I have a wooden box in my dowry, a bamboo basket in the box, and four tea pots in the basket, one of which The tea with white appearance is Maple Dew. The boiling water is washed out for the second time, and it is cooled and mixed with some cow's milk. Put two spoonfuls of red bean paste in, steam it on the drawer and bring it back. Don't put the old milk overnight. Don't make candied sweetened bean paste. After steaming, sometimes new plums, osmanthus, and a bunch of red are washed and dried, and the surface is decorated with two petals. "

"..."

Yizhen glanced at her dry lips and pale face, and turned around without answering. When she came back, she walked into the threshold with a big foot, set aside a bowl of steaming jujube tea, and went out again. She didn't say anything, and after a few sips, she couldn't move. The person lay down facing the window inside, looking at the green veil on the window lattice, and thinking about her mind silently. After about half an hour's work, there was a deliberate stepping sound behind her, and she looked back lazily, surprised to see Yi Ting's tray in her hands, and she really had a large mouthful of red bean milk. Maple dew tea also has a few dried jasmine petals scattered on it.

These were not the places where she was most surprised. Her eyes fell, and she saw two newly blistered blisters on the back of his finger. He is ...

Yi Yi put the tray on the table, took a few steps back, and said uncomfortably: "The cooks in the garden are all brought from Beijing. They won't make the tea you named. I think it's very easy to make. , Just make a bowl ... Just eat hot, don't spoil things. "

He Danggui rose up half-heartedly, took a back cushion at the end of the bed behind him, scooped a spoon with a large spoon, and tasted it carefully. Fang nodded and said, "The first time I make Maple Dew Milk, I can swallow it. It ’s rare. You son Yi, you ’re free today and do n’t take care of your master, but you have spent the whole day here, waiting for me to thank you for your life-saving grace. ”

"Should you thank me?"

He Danggui quietly drank one, and Sheng continued the second one: "Yitong is a soil cricket, you are a fire cricket, there are countless talents around Qi Gongzi. I wanted to thank you for saving your life, but think of me The precious book box was thrown into the stove and burned, and I was so sad that I could not get out of bed to worship you. I had to thank you later. "

When I met twice, there was a slight difference in the identities of the two, and their speech changed from the tone of their superiors to the tone of their peace. For this reason, the Meng family has always performed ancient rituals. The first wife of the master to marry home, even if he is not a legitimate wife but a concubine, is considered a serious master and must be treated carefully and carefully. Therefore, the last time I left Angelica, Yizhen secretly felt a little embarrassed in his heart, thinking that he would not stay long with his son.

However, after a few days and several accidents, I heard that He Danggui entered the Meng family door, and all the welcome books were available. The six courtesy of Nacai, asking for names, Najib, Nazheng, asking for appointments, and welcoming relatives were only bad. The last step was to formally greet her, but the son suddenly stopped her from being a concubine, and degraded her to a concubine in one sentence. After Yi Yi heard the news, she asked Yi Tong to inquire about the original, but who knew that the other party was so secretive, with a mysterious expression of "I hid a major secret and not telling you", Yi Yi intuitively determined that the "confidential" was related to He Danggui , So stay and watch in Shui Qian Curie.

Since ancient times, there have been six types of magpies, from high to low according to the source. They are first-class daughters or maids of famous families, daughters of second-class civilians Bai Ding, third-class passers-by girls, and fourth-class destitute people. The daughter sold by the family, the fifth-level showman, and the sixth-level prostitute. The first two are Liangzhu, which was registered in the government. He Danggui now belongs to the first class. It has a certain status here, but its status is very low. It can barely be called the master, but it is no better than a son like Yibang. Follower status is high. So He Danggui now has to have a "level conversation" with Yi Yan.

Yi Yan took out a small paper bag and said, "Your box has already been burned for seven or eighty-eight. I was afraid that you would have any confidential letters or other things mixed in, so that people would not directly throw them into the trash basket. Instead, you are supervising the burning, and you do not appreciate it. As for the box pulled from the stove, there are only a few pieces of paper left here, you can pick and choose yourself. I have always been responsible for the purchase of books in the garden. If you have any books you want to read, you can make a list and send them to me. "After finishing the delivery, I turned around and left.

He Danggui dropped the tea cup and took it to rest on the blanket, turning the blackened paper with one hand with one hand. Yi Yi was weird. She wanted to stay a little longer to see what she was looking for, so she casually said two non-salty words, saying that the subordinates of Shui Qianju were also under his control, and the eight rough men in the yard were already in place. Now, only she was close to serve in the building, she had to wait until she had the spirit before picking, so as not to blame others for using it badly.

He Danggui turned his head for a while, his eyes filled with disappointment. Without that one, Lu Jiangbei showed her the remaining pages of a book about "centrifugal return". A few days ago, she just flipped it around two times and threw it aside. Most of it was ridiculous. How did women in ancient times use the strange grass such as "centrifugal return" to punish those husbands who changed their hearts. Bloody illustrations, she was so filthy of her eyes that she refused to look at them.

Only then did Yi Tong hear that Meng Yue's figurine muttered "centrifugal return", and also mentioned Zhu Quan, why not let her worry. Did Meng Yue become ignorant of her and have something to do with Zhu Quan? What kind of relationship would it be?

Full of doubts, she just wanted to read the book carefully. When it was at hand, when it was a waste product, when it was at heart, it was already burned. She relieved herself sadly, Lu Jiangbei must have read that book, and tomorrow he would write to ask him to find another or roughly silent one for her. Maybe Meng Yue hit her head when she fell down the well, or maybe Yitong was dizzy and tinnitus. Then she felt like the little creature on the dagger was a living creature.

"The girl didn't order anything else, then I'll go first." Yi Yan waited for a while and then said goodbye again.

He Danggui nodded, and just annoyed him to call Yitong over, but he saw a yellow and old piece of paper clipped to the edge of his boots, much like the texture of the book given by Lu Jiangbei !! She had a sudden heart, struggling to get out of bed and rushed to his boot. Maybe it was just an ordinary piece of useless paper, but at this moment, she suddenly developed a little conviction. The piece of paper might be hiding what she was looking for. An answer!

Yi Ying was startled, and somehow why Danggui suddenly gave him a kneel, and the man suddenly froze. He Danggui walked away with the boot tube and took the piece of paper. He didn't stare at it and saw it. Only when she got up again and lay down on the chaise longue did he mutter: "No need to give such a gift, the woman who saved the son is ours. It ’s a matter of internal affairs, you ... so good to support, I ... I will see your hand wound healing in two days. I have given you the bridesmaid to help you to change. ”

He Danggui nodded and watched him go, then spread out the paper in his hand, the scorched paper, and could discern the sentence vaguely: centrifugal return, also known as affection ... is a special product of the southwest border, and more Parasitic in the underground part of lichen, moss ... without solution, the only solution is "change blood", life for life?

...

She finished reading it word by word, and now she has lost her ability to think. Love is not the kind of thing that killed Zhu Quan from previous lives, isn't it Zhou Jinglan's bait for feeding Xiaoyao? If centrifugal return is love, then, was n’t Zhu Quan eating that kind of food in her earlier years? Here, what is this all about? Why does the small statue of Meng Yue say the word "centrifugal return" ...

She found the dagger, pulled the scabbard, and silently stared at the little serious-looking Meng Yue, asking, "He doesn't know me anymore, do you still know me?"

The little man looked at her with an eye-catching expression, silently, and the two people, one big and one small, were relatively uncomfortable.

At the moment of holding the lantern, the people in the courtyard were busy for a long time, and they went back to the outer courtyard to rest early. Su Zi went to the kitchen and brought back two boxes to eat. He Angelica saw all the greasy food that only pouting children love to eat. A bowl. Shao wine is made of white water goose, a dish of bad geese and duck letter, a dish of venison rouge, a cup of fishball goosebumps, and a few dishes of pineapple snacks. The things are delicate, and just do n’t suit her appetite, I gave Su Zi all the food. I also took a bowl of jujube tea to eat. I took apart the bandages to study the injuries to my palms, whether it would hurt my muscles, and whether I would stay. Ugly scar.

Suddenly thinking that this injury is similar to Luo Baizhen's injury, she laughed at herself. Is this called retribution? For the crimes she suffered in her last life, she designed to send Luo Baixun into the Taoist temple. She thought that Luo Baixuan would suffer like a bitterness in the hands of Taishan and others like her. With a long memory, she did not expect Luo Baixuan to be a strong product. Probably, it is usually impossible to be lawless at home, and it is not easy to live in the Taoist temple. It is a pleasure to set a fire on the place.

Now she has a scar on her hand, as if she is reminding her that what should be paid must be paid, and when it is paid back, the injustice can be cleared away ...

"Why don't you eat? The meal here doesn't suit your spleen and stomach?" Before anyone arrived, the voice came first. It was Meng Xun's voice. She sat subconsciously with her back behind her injured hand. And as the smiling boy stepped into the inner room, she only reacted, and in her current status of "婢妾", she saw the husband and son and had to salute him. So he slipped out of bed, made a short bow, half bowed his head, and fixed his gaze on the hem ornament of the man's splendid gown on the opposite side, saying, "Ye Wanan, how can you have water in this moment? Qianju? Have you ever eaten dinner, do you have to wait for dinner? "

"I've eaten dinner, you don't have to be busy." Meng Yue did not stop her from saluting, smiling with a set of light and elegant movements with a smile, and blinking suddenly, "I came to bed here with you, I Can you sleep from here? "