MTL - Being Scolded As a Loser? All the Big Guys In Beijing Are Rushing To Pamper Me-Chapter 57 God have mercy on him

Chapter 57 God has mercy on him

After walking for a while, Li Yuzhu looked back.

 No one chased him out.

 At this moment, my heart felt completely cold.

The words that my aunt said that hurt her the most were probably mixed with water.

In this world, the only person she can rely on is herself.

 “Let’s go.” Li Yuzhu said bitterly.

The maid Lu Chan heard the resentment in the young lady's mouth and her eyes widened in disbelief.

 Ms., are you blaming the Duke's wife?

 In her opinion, the Duke’s wife has done all she can to the young lady, which is too unreasonable...

Lu Chan couldn't figure it out and just stood there blankly.

Li Yuzhu saw that she had not moved for a long time, with a worried expression, "Lu Chan."

 Lvchan immediately came to her senses and hurriedly replied, "This slave deserves to die."

"...That's all, let's go." Li Yuzhu was quite indulgent towards the maid who was waiting on him.

 Soon, Li Yuzhu returned to the courtyard with his servants.

She looked around the courtyard, which was everything to her liking, with a look of reluctance on her face.

All the maids and servants in the courtyard knew that the master they were serving had been kicked out of the house. They didn't show it on their faces, but they were all upset in their hearts.

As for those slaves, only if their master is good can they be good; if their master is unlucky, they will be even more unlucky.

 Now that Li Yuzhu is in bad luck, everyone in this yard feels sorry for him.

 Li Yuzhu didn't want to be laughed at, so she quickly put away the reluctance in her eyes and told Lu Chan, "Lu Chan, pack your things. We will leave Liu Guogong's mansion immediately."

 What he said is called a noble and decisive person, which is very popular.

 The servants in the courtyard looked at her sideways when they saw that she could even put down the wealth and wealth of the Duke's mansion.

Not only did Li Yuzhu not admire her as she expected, but she actually thought she was crazy.

A girl who is about to have haircuts cannot be counted on by her family. Without the protection of the Duke's Palace, to put it bluntly, she will be an orphan, and it will be difficult to even propose a marriage!

How does this cousin laugh?

Li Yuzhu didn't know what people were thinking. She was caught off guard by Lu Chan's question, "Miss, do you need to clean everything up? Do you need to pry up the gold and jade on the floor as well?"

Li Yuzhu: “…”

She wanted to pry it off, but the servants were watching. If she didn't even spare the jade stones on the floor, she would be laughed at.

　　“You watch and clean it up.”

Lu Chan didn't notice that Li Yuzhu's words were not serious, so she responded and took the people to clean up.

 Everyone in Zhongdu was right in telling her that Li Yuzhu was indeed living a better life than many young ladies from decent families relying on Liu Guogong's mansion.

Look at the dresses made of brocade, the sets of headgear... Even the book that rests on the table leg is a solitary copy.

"This box is like this, put it here for now, be careful. Miss likes the celadon bottle the most. If it breaks your skin..." Lu Chan directed everyone to pack things and warned them cautiously.

 Box after box of stuff was sorted out.

 When the Golden Crow sank to the west, the yard was filled with boxes of all sizes.

Li Yuzhu came out at the most appropriate time, looked at Lu Chan and said, "Go and call the guards in the mansion and ask them to help deliver the things to the east of the city."

Li Yuzhu was talking about the east side of the city, the property she asked Li to buy for herself a few years ago just in case.

Although the courtyard in the east of the city is not big, it is in a good location and is surrounded by dignitaries.

Li Yuzhu believes that with her scheming skills, it will not be difficult to get into the eyes of noble people.

 “I’ll go call someone right now.” Lu Chan said and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Before he could reach the door, the steward from the Duke's Mansion came.

“They are all here.” The middle-aged man with a round appearance said with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Lu Chan was stunned when she saw this person and asked without thinking.

 She quickly realized that this sentence did not sound good, and quickly added: "Lu Chan's words are meaningless..."

The middle-aged man waved his hands and said easily, "It's okay, don't be so nervous." This housekeeper was mainly in charge of the front yard. Although Li Yuzhu had lived in the Duke's Mansion for so many years, he didn't know him well.

Seeing the housekeeper who only listened to Liu Guogong's words suddenly come to his yard, Li Yuzhu had an ominous premonition.

 “Why did the housekeeper come to my yard?”

The housekeeper was startled and looked at Li Yuzhu for a while, then shook his head and said: "This is not your courtyard. The Duke of Guo said that the entire Duke of Guo's mansion belongs to Miss Zhizhi, and she is not the same as Miss Yuzhu." It doesn’t matter.”

These words were so shocking that Li Yuzhu's face turned red, as if she had been slapped twice.

The steward continued, "The Duke asked the old slave to pass a message..."

At this point, he cleared his throat first, imitating Liu Guogong's tone of voice, and said: "...Every plant and tree in Guogong's mansion belongs to Zhizhi. You go and watch, don't let the Li family take away my good baby. That girl Zhizhi is a petty person. If she knows that her things have been taken away, she will probably start a fight with me..."

Liu Guogong thought about the cousin she had "sent out" every word, and Li Yuzhu couldn't control her jealousy.

She was masochistically thinking about the doting tone Liu Guoguo had when he said these words, and her heart felt as if she had been poured into old vinegar, which was so sour.

If she also had such a father, why would she make such a calculation...

 Hehe, God is unfair, she insists on going against heaven.

Li Yuzhu was afraid that others would see the distortion on her face, so she quickly lowered her head.

The housekeeper couldn't see her expression, but he could guess her mood.

 It’s nothing more than unwillingness.

"That's it. I've also brought the Duke's words. Miss Yuzhu can take care of herself. I'll take my leave, old slave."

 The servants in the yard did not dare to take a breath, and their hearts began to float again.

Li Yuzhu was slapped in the face in turn, and her face was almost torn off. She didn't dare to make any more crooked ideas. Finally, she glanced at the box in the yard, gritted her teeth and said: "Lu Chan, let's go."

 Mr. Liu Guogong, we are not done yet!

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 In the deep mountains and old forests, the temperature dropped sharply, and even the wind had a biting chill.

 Xiao Zhi sneezed violently.

The young man's skin was cold and white, and his nose turned red when he sneezed.

 The aloofness around the prince's body dissipated and became filled with smoke and smoke.

Shen Nian took out a piece of brown sugar, cut the wild **** that he had dug into slices, and cooked them together in a stone pot.

While waiting for the water to boil, I used a dagger to cut a bamboo bowl.

 Xiao Zhi paused slightly when he saw the dagger in her hand.

 This dagger... met again.

 The prince's mood was complicated.

 After doing some simple processing of the newly made bamboo bowl, Shen Nian served a bowl of **** soup to Xiao Zhi.

 “Xiao Jinzhi, drink it while it’s hot.”

Xiao Zhi’s thoughts were completely occupied by the ‘nightmare’ dagger. When he came back to his senses, Shen Nian cooked the **** soup.

 “Thank you, Miss Shen.” He took it and said thank you.

 For those dreams, Xiao Zhi thought they were his previous lives.

　　When his wife was still alive in his previous life, whenever he caught cold, she would go to the kitchen and cook **** soup for him.

 At first he hated the taste of **** soup, and always had to be coaxed by her before he would swallow it.

Later, the wife left... She let him suffer the cold and did whatever he wanted, and no one would cook for him anymore.

 The **** soup in the bamboo bowl was emitting heat, blurring Xiao Zhi's face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

He held the bowl blankly for a long time before he took a sip.

Very warm!

 The warmth that spreads from the heart to the whole body.

 He can drink the **** soup cooked by his wife again, God has mercy on him.

 (End of this chapter)