Chapter 112: There are many beautiful concubines, but only one younger sister

Nan Baoyi listened quietly.
The wording in the letter is detached from politeness and is no different from the previous life.
After lotus leaf finished reading, he said joyfully: "Master Cheng actually invited you to enjoy the snow, he really cares about you! Miss, have you thought about how to reply?"
"reply?"
"Of course! You have received a letter from someone, no matter you are happy or unhappy, you always have to reply to them so that you are educated."
Nan Baoyi shook the swing.
She is not willing to reply to Cheng De's letter.
After struggling for a while, she didn't know what she thought of, and suddenly her eyes lit up.
She jumped off the swing happily, "Go, go back to the house and write a letter!"
Laying open rice paper on the book table, she put up a pen.
She grabbed a brush beard seriously, and secretly said, "Seeing a letter is like meeting", there is no need to write nonsense, "have you eaten enough, have you dressed warmly, has it snowed in Shengjing?" This kind of greetings is even more wasteful. feeling.
It is best to leave Cheng Deji with her stupid, sordid and bronzed image. He will dislike her before he is willing to divorce.
She thought for a while, swiped a big pen, and wrote eloquently:
"I am very grateful for the kindness of the son, and the little girl is very grateful. It is good to watch the snow. The snow is like ten million silver tickets, and the snow in the city is like a mountain of silver coins. What a girl's heart!
"The son is far away in Shengjing to study. I don't know how much it will cost every day? I heard that famous scholars often eat tea together. I don't know how much it costs to eat tea? Shengjing is expensive, so the son should save some money! If you can eat buns, don't Eat meat, don’t order two if you can light one lamp, the little girl loves silver!"
After writing, she blew the ink smugly.
She didn't believe it. Cheng Deli would still marry her after seeing such a letter!
Seeing that there was only a thin page of paper, He Ye couldn't help saying: "Miss, you don't seem to write a few words!"
Nan Baoyi sealed a good letter and said solemnly: "The ink I use should be two taels of silver and a pot, gold is precious, and you can't just waste it. Lotus leaves, although we were born in a rich family, we must be thrifty. "
He Ye took the letter from her and said with a smile: "Miss don't worry, the servant girl will go to the front yard and ask her familiar servant to send the letter to Shengjing City!"
After she left, Nan Baoyi sat behind the bookcase, staring at the pen holder in a daze.
There was the dogwood in the celadon pen holder, which she picked up after throwing it out that day.
These days, the branches and leaves are withered, and the red fruits are withered.
She really failed. She held her thigh for a few months, but the minister said that she ignored her and ignored her. Now that there is a concubine by her side, she probably doesn't care about her even more.
Thinking of Yun Niang's arrogant attitude, Nan Baoyi was suddenly unwilling.
Since the decision has been made to establish a good relationship with the Minister of Power, it cannot be abandoned halfway because of others' intervention.
What is a beautiful concubine, the aftertaste and taste are also beautiful, but the power minister has forgotten the old love before he has a new love?
There are many beautiful concubines, but there is only one good sister.
She should make persistent efforts and continue to have a good relationship with him!
But how to make a good relationship is a science.
She looked out the window.
Now it is the winter season, and the ministers of power are easily cold and hungry when they study late at night.
If she suddenly appeared in the middle of the night with a cup of fragrant hot chicken soup, the Minister of Power would definitely be grateful and think of her many benefits.
She laughed twice, ran out immediately, and ordered the small kitchen to make a thick chicken soup.
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The night is getting deeper and the hour is approaching.
Autumn night is clear and can count the stars in the sky.
Carrying a food box, Nan Baoyi sneaked into the Chaowenyuan.
She was afraid of being discovered by Yun Niang and wanted to drive herself out, so she lurked in the flowers and arrived at the large study with great care.
But I don't know that Shiku waited for the dark guard to hide in the dark, watching her all the way forward like a thief with a face full of speech.
The skirt is stained with dew.
She poked her head out of the flowers, and through the rolled up bamboo curtain, she saw the lights in the large study room, and the Minister of Power was sitting behind the bookcase, closing her eyes and taking a nap.
Xu is asleep...
She thought about it, and saw that no one was guarding under the eaves, so she pushed the door lightly and entered.
"Obviously it's my own yard, how can I be like a thief?"
She whispered and put the food container on the bookcase.
The Minister of Power fell asleep, with one hand propped on his forehead, his side face was cold and beautiful, the tall nose reflected the lights, and the thin lips were slightly pressed down. Even in his sleep, he was still deep and gloomy.
The eyebrows were still tired, and it was very hard to handle military affairs.
Nan Baoyi remembered that when he went to the loquat courtyard for the first time, he interrupted his sleep and was almost choked to death.
She touched her small neck, not dare to wake him up.
The night breeze was cool, she thought for a while, picked up the velvet blanket on Luohan's couch and draped it lightly on Xiao Yi's shoulders.
Just after finishing this, someone suddenly grabbed his wrist.
She raised her eyes and saw that Niang Yun appeared for some time, her face dark and cold.
She was dragged into the garden by Yun Niang, before the other party let go.
She squeezed her sore wrist and couldn't help muttering: "What are you doing? With so much strength, it hurts me..."
Niang Yun cursed with her arms on her hips: "My son is honorable, you are not worthy of being close to him! Don't blame me for speaking straight, you are just a small business woman, and my son is not the same person at all. From now on, you should not disturb him!"
Nan Baoyi tentatively: "Second brother thinks that way too?"
Yun Niang's eyes moved slightly, and she said proudly: "Of course! Otherwise, why would I be a concubine telling you this? Nan girl, I would advise you not to think about things you shouldn't think about. People live in the world. You should look in the mirror to see how many catties you are!"
Nan Baoyi raised her eyebrows.
When Yun Niang spoke, her eyes moved slightly, and she hesitated for a moment before answering her question.
Come to think of it, the Minister of Power does not actually dislike her.
She was overjoyed and smiled in her heart: "Although I am a business woman, I will eventually become a man. Unlike Yun Niang, you are a concubine, but you don't know how high the sky is. Obviously, even the deeds of selling are held in others It’s not as shameful that you still have to put on the style of a maid in your hand!"
After speaking, Xiong Baba made a face and hurried away before Yun Niang became angry.
Yun Niang is so angry that her liver hurts!
Just about to catch up with the quarrel, a maid hurried over: "Niang Yun, the son is awake, and ask who has been in the study just now. Go and see!"
Yun Niang hurriedly returned to the study.
Sitting behind the bookcase, Xiao Yiduan looked at the chicken soup in the food box blankly.
He said lightly: "Who sent it?"
Niang Yun stepped forward and filled a bowl of chicken soup, and said softly, "It was the slave and the maid who saw that the son had a hard time studying at night, so she cooked the soup herself. I don't know if the son's taste is salty, would you try it?"
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