The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the sound of firecrackers came from the long street early in the morning, and the children in the Zhuangzi came out one after another. After a crisp sound of "crackling", the ground was immediately covered with broken red, like clouds and red brocade, which was very festive.

Zhuangzi began to get busy up and down, wondering if he deliberately forgot Jiang Ruan, master and servant, after the New Year's Eve dinner, no one came to the yard of three people.

Zisu built a brazier by the door, half of her body blocked the door, and fanned out the choking smoke, barely warming the room. The sun shines into the yard from outside. The yard is the most remote and dilapidated room. Not to mention the eaves leaking wind and rain all the year round, there are often voles scurrying around. Zisu sighed, and couldn't help but turn her head to look at Jiang Ruan who was sitting on the bed with the quilt in her arms.

Jiang Ruan was leaning on a horse-brown pillow made of coarse cloth, with a quilt covering her chest, her hair hanging down in a daze. After being sent to Zhuangzi for several years, Zhang Lan's family lacked food and clothing. She was not as developed as a normal girl, and her hair was like withered grass. The pursed lips seemed to be a little bloodier than usual, and the facial features were beautiful and moving. And she sat quietly, more calm than in the past, as if she was a different person, surprisingly strange.

Zisu fiddled with the firewood in the brazier, remembering that Lianqiao told her the truth about Qiuyan last night, and finally said: "Why do I see something wrong with the girl, the change is really too big, it's hard to be meek in the past. liar?"

Zisu didn't know how to answer her, but what Lianqiao said was correct, Jiang Ruan's changes were too great, especially as the personal maids, their feelings were more obvious. Since Jiang Ruan was sent to Zhuangzi six years ago, she has always washed her face with tears. Zhang Lan's family made things difficult, and later she didn't even have the time to cry. The expression and attitude towards Qiuyan yesterday seemed to be another person. Zisu wondered in her heart, after a serious illness, could it be possible that even one's temper would change?

But no matter how they change, Jiang Ruan is their master, and Jiang Ruan's attitude is completely different from the past, which may be a good thing. Just as she was lost in thought, Lian Qiao walked in with an oil-paper bag, almost knocking over the brazier.

"Be careful," Zisu scolded softly, "Why are you so reckless?"

"I went to buy some new year's goods and came back." Lianqiao was not annoyed, she was still smiling, stepped into the room, wrapped the oil paper on the table and opened it, and said to Jiang Ruan: "Girl, come and eat some, the spring pancakes are still hot where."

Zisu wondered, "Where did you get it?" Zhang Lan's family must not be so kind. Now that Zhang Lan has a lot of resentment towards Jiang Ruan because of Chen Zhao's incident, the servants will not take the initiative to touch this bad luck, and they don't even have to buy it. Snacks of silver.

"It seems that a nobleman is coming to the village. They have been preparing for it these few days, and they have prepared more snacks. I have some friendship with Lily, the newcomer in the kitchen, so I asked for a few." She smiled: "Although we are rough, we still have to celebrate the New Year. Girl, look, there is this." She took out a string of copper coins from her bosom: "I bought it for ten yuan when I came back, just to please Lucky head, the coming year will be smooth."

Zisu chuckled: "What are you doing to buy a string of copper coins to beg for a lottery? Is it possible to pray that the girl will have a lot of money in the coming year?"

"What's so bad about being rich?" Lian Qiao said, "Money can make ghosts turn the millstone, but what's so bad about having money, if they have money, these people would never dare to bully the girl like this."

Zisu quickly flirted with Lianqiao, reminding her that Jiang Ruan is still there, so stop talking. Lianqiao knew she had made a slip of the tongue, she quickly stopped talking, and took a careful look at Jiang Ruan.

Jiang Ruan shook her head, slowly lifted the quilt and walked down, Lianqiao came to help her, Jiang Ruan went to the table and sat down, looked at the bracelet on the table, and then stretched out her hand to put it on for herself. She made a comparison and said, "Good luck."

Forsythia felt sour, and thought that the young lady in the family did not make a bunch of large and small jewelry for the New Year, but her own girl only had a string of copper coins worth ten cents, which was not worth a penny even in ordinary people's homes. Mentioning. Turning her head to cover the sourness in her eyes, Lianqiao smiled again: "Girl, let's have another spring pancake."

Jiang Ruan shook her head: "I can't eat it, you can eat it." She paused, and then said: "I don't have money to reward you, come with me to Zhuangzi, you have suffered a lot in the past few years, but fortunately this year , we don’t have to suffer.”

"Yes, yes, yes," Zisu said hastily, "this year, the girl will be blessed all year round, and everything will go smoothly!"

Jiang Ruan knew that she had misunderstood what she meant, so she didn't explain, she just looked out the window: "The weather outside is very nice, let's go for a walk."

Zisu and Forsythia looked at each other in surprise, Jiang Ruan was unwilling to take the initiative to go out for a walk except for work on weekdays, the servants of Zhuangzi always tried their best to ridicule the three of them when they saw them, forsythia Vigorous, it can barely calm down some people, but it doesn't help. If things go on like this, Jiang Ruan becomes unwilling to see people and always stays in his own yard.

"Okay, okay," Lian Qiao smiled and went to rummage through the clothes box: "Which clothes do you want to wear, girl?"

Jiang Ruan laughed in her heart. In fact, it doesn't matter which clothes she wears. When she came to Zhuangzi, she brought a lot of clothes and accessories with her, but those jewelry and clothes were tricked and snatched by Zhang Lan and Chen Fang's mother and daughter not long after. Walking, in the end, not even a single piece of his own clothes was left behind. Chen Fang took all her clothes and gave her rough and tattered old clothes. Not to mention the appearance and materials, the cotton in the cotton clothes in winter was so thin that it was difficult to keep out the cold.

"You choose." Jiang Ruan said.

Forsythia and Zisu picked out for a long time before they picked out an old padded jacket with dark green buckles. Underneath was Zisu's wide and yellow thick sarong, and a beige long cloak over the head. Fearing that her delicate hair would not match her clothes, Zi Su combed her into the simplest bun, which unexpectedly suited her because of her young age. This attire is really not festive, but Jiang Ruan's complexion is fair, and her clothes don't look rustic, coupled with her calm and indifferent temperament, she looks like a different person from usual.

After tidying up, the three of them walked out of the yard. Lian Qiao suggested to go for a walk on the street. Just after they left the big house on Zhuangzi, they bumped into a few people head-on, and a pleasantly surprised voice came: "Sister Ruan!"

Lian Qiao frowned, and Zi Su quietly protected Jiang Ruan behind her, Jiang Ruan raised her head, and the other's shadow was clearly reflected in her eyes.

It was Zhang Lan's youngest son, Chen Zhao.