MTL - The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort-Chapter 10 change
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Chen Fang and Zhang Lanzheng smiled. When they heard the words and looked at the door, they saw the three figures coming back against the light. The girl’s skinny body was in the wide cotton jacket, but the strangeness was a bit of a state. The pale skin is crystal clear, it seems that the facial features are clear all night, and the dawn is no longer as dead as it used to be. It is still a wave of ancient wells, but there is a hint of incomprehensibility at the end of the eyes. The eyes are like flowing. Spring water, not seeing the wood, only the magic of the demon. She raised her eyebrows and her voice was clear and clear, with a clear coolness: "Lan Lan?"
Zhang Lan slammed back, and even Chen Fang, who was on one side, was awakened. Half of the time was anger and looked at Jiang Wei. This unfortunate bureaucrat, like a person, was looked at by her shallow voice and didn't know where she was.
"Miss is coming." Although Zhang Lan said so, the body did not move, but she was so tired that she knocked on her leg and said: "It’s so easy today to wait for the chores on Zhuangzi to solve the problem and make up for it. I want to come. Visiting the young lady, not wanting the lady to be absent, looking around and looking for a broken foot, they rested in the house. Please ask the young man for the rudeness of the old slave."
Forsythia is already looking at the two eyes of the fire, Zhang Lan's words on the surface is not picking mistakes, but it is the blatant face of Jiang Yan, but a slave, but sitting while the master is standing, really there is no The concept of honor is low. I wanted to vent a few words. When I saw Jiang’s eyes, Forsythia suddenly changed his mind, and stood in the quiet and quiet side of Jiang’s side, without saying a word.
Jiang Wei smiled slightly: "There is a serious problem. I am doing everything in Zhuangzi. Naturally, I should take a good rest. Jiang Yanling is so laborious, and my heart is really unwilling to go. It is better to let Jiang Wei be a hammer. Maybe you will be comfortable?"
Zhang Lan listened to Jiang Yan’s remarks. He was very comfortable in front of him. He heard that his face had changed. When Jiang Yan finished speaking, he immediately stood up: “Miss, this is where the lady is, the young lady is the master. The old slave is the next person, and the young lady is going to break the old slave. The old slave is very scared."
Jiang Yan glanced at Zhang Lan, and there was a faint surprise in his tone: "When you can stand up, you can see that you have nothing to do, Jiang Yan is relieved, otherwise if you have something wrong, Jiang Zhenzhen I don't know how to be good."
Zhang Lan’s heart hates it, and Jiang’s words are clearly decent to her, but if the words are passed outside, she can’t eat and walk away. There is no reason for the master to give the next person a slap in the face. Even if the above person hints at it, such a thing will spread out. It will only say that she is a slave to the bully, and she is shamed to Shangshu. The best way is to clearly pick the wrong place, but not to let the other side better, I did not expect her to fight for a lifetime of geese, but today a young geese blinded in the same way. Thinking of this, Zhang Lan looked at Jiang Wei again. Jiang Wei only had a shallow smile, and stood quietly in the same place. There was a feeling that people could not see it. Zhang Lan’s heart was filled with a hint of fear. The other party was just a little girl in her early teens. How could she make her feel scared?
On the one hand, Chen Fang can't guess what Zhang Lan thinks. She only thinks that the weak and deceivable master of this week seems quite a bit imposing today. Although wearing jewelry is not the same as today, it is difficult to hide the color and look vivid. Beautiful, my heart suddenly groaned, and I didn’t even think about it. "Missing body is so good, I can walk around. I want to come to the embroidered sun in tomorrow and I can start embroidering. After the New Year, I will embroider it. ""
At the beginning, Jiang Yan was sent to Zhuangzi. Zhang Lan only said that everything here is not as good as the prosperity of the capital. Many things need to be done. The farm work that cuts firewood on weekdays is not used by Jiang Wei, but the white forsythia I have been enslaved a lot, and the two good-end gimmicks are already full of old age. Jiang Wei himself is not much better, the farm work does not have to be done, the embroidery work has to be done, the monthly 20-square embroidered pen must be handed over to Zhuangzi to pay for the cost of the child, the 20-party embroidered a lot, forsythia and white Also help to do something, barely able to get together, can be complicated and complicated, and embroidered on one side is also extremely eye-damaging. Especially at the New Year's Day, the 20 parties became 30 parties and it is difficult to support them.
Jiang Yan smiled lightly: "Nature."
Not touching the soft nails lightly, I thought it was difficult for Jiang Yan, I didn’t want the other person to accept it. Chen Fang bit his teeth and said: "The lady may have to work hard. When she is careful, she can’t embroider it. Got trouble."
Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows: "Lan Lan, the important thing to come today is the embroidered thing?"
Zhang Lanyiyi, smiled and said: "The old slaves are the ones. The old slaves want to ask the young lady. On Zhuangzi, they have to send food to the government. Miss, do you want to send a letter to the old lady?"
letter? Jiang Wei’s fingertips moved slightly, and the time interval was too long. She almost forgot. In the years that she stayed in Zhuangzi, she would write to Jiang Quan and her brother every year. The content of the letter is nothing more than hope that they can pick them up. Year after year, the letter sinks into the sea, there is no reply, and it is the bad news of the death of the big brother Jiang Xinzhi. After her death, her life actually has no hope.
People who have died once see things more clearly than they have seen in the past. She will no longer pin her hopes on the ruthless and unjustifiable Jiang Quan. Instead of sitting still, it is better to take the initiative. As for the letter, there is no need for it. Jiang Quan will not. Look, the last fall in the hands of Jiang Susu's mother and daughter, but it is just to add tea to others after the laughter.
"My father is busy, and you don't have to write this year." Jiang Yan looked at his fingertips: "Lan Lan, I didn't believe it."
Zhang Lanyi, every year Jiang Yan will write and bring it back. These letters can not work. People know it well, but no one will take the initiative to give up their hopes. Jiang Wei now no longer takes the letter back. It is true. I am disheartened, no longer hopeful?
Zhang Lan looked at Jiang Wei with some suspicion, but couldn't see anything wrong with it. She barely pressed the uneasiness in her heart. Anyway, Jiang Yi became more discouraged. The better the face before the head, the better for her. Good thing. Then he smiled: "In this case, the old slaves went to take care of the food and retire."
After Zhang Lan and Chen Fang left, Bai Yu was puzzled: "How can the girl not believe it? Could it be with the master?"
"The days are precious, where there are idle efforts to rebel with him." Jiang Wei sat down at the table and looked at the face of the pale girl in the rusty bronze mirror: "I have to go back, what letter, some If you speak directly, just say it in person."
"Go back?" Forsythia’s eyes lit up: "What about the girl who thought of going back?"
Jiang Yan reached out and slowly touched the gap on the edge of the bronze mirror, smiling lightly.
The method is natural, but before leaving, there is still a debt to discuss.
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