Chapter 142: Uncle Huang (9)

On this day, Duan Qingen had a great conversation with Master Wan.
Even Master Wan himself did not expect that from childhood to age, nothing could talk about the best friends who did not want to stop at night. As a result, he was so old that he talked to King Yao.
There is still a slight age gap between the two, but it is as if they had a fate in the last life. No matter what they say, King Yao can pick up his topic and continue talking happily.
For Wan Wan, happy dinner, Wan Jia's daughters and daughters are all a little fluctuated by the news of "the arrival of King Yao".
The old lady has seen the world, and because the situation in the home is so bad, there is no reason for Wang Yao to visit. She is a little more vigilant and carefully sends the girl to notify the Fuzhong girl, Mrs. Wan, and let them all stay in their yard. Don't walk around casually.
I waited until Master Wan sent a message to say that it was King Wang Yao who only liked his paintings, so he came to visit, and the old lady was relieved.
"Even if nothing happens, you must tell the three girls that you must walk out and walk around at will. If you hit His Royal Highness Yao, it is not good."
The more big the family, the more she pays attention to the reputation of women. It ’s okay to be a kind of married girl. Because of the husband ’s family, you do n’t have to be so careful when you walk out, but if an unmarried girl bumps into an outsider, it ’s not beautiful. .
Mrs. Wan is an old lady, but she doesn't need to be so taboo. After listening to the old lady's report, she turned around excitedly and went to her daughter's room.
Wan Siyuan was lying on the bed with his face pale and standing.
It wasn't because Duan Qingen's arrival was afraid or worried, but the bowl of Huanglian soup that I ate before was too bitter and bitter.
Even after such a long time, she still had nausea in her stomach, and she was quite dead as soon as she returned to her house. She was uncomfortable and had no thought to think of anything else.
Mrs. Wan opened the curtain and came in to see her daughter's appearance. She sat beside the bed with a distressed look: "Yuaner, what's wrong with you? Why is your face so ugly?"
Wan Siyuan is uncomfortable now, and she feels annoyed when she hears her cold and asks for warmth.
Ask her what she can't say.
She closed her eyes and waved her hands, not speaking.
Mrs. Wan looked at her daughter's face distressed, and when she looked at the girl next to her, the pain on her face immediately turned into anger:
"What's the matter, how do you all wait for the girl, why can't the girl look for me when I'm sick?"
Wanjia is not a big family, and Wan Siyuan's personal girl is just this, and the rest do not follow her activities, so Madam Wan thought of questioning her almost immediately.
The girl was sent to the kitchen by Wan Siyuan before and she knew nothing. When she saw the lady punished, she was so frightened that she knelt down and said, "The girl was fine in the morning. Then she said that she wanted to drink chicken stew. The slaves watched with their own eyes, and when the slaves came back, the girl was like this. The slaves asked the doctor to be rejected by the girls.
"If the girl said no to the doctor, you really wouldn't ask for it?" Madam Wan didn't listen to her explanation: "If the girl has a good deal, I will definitely blame you!"
Mrs. Wan has always been prestigious in the government, relying on her thunder means against her subordinates. This girl has also been beaten by a board before. She was so scared that she shivered and knelt down on the ground.
"Yes, slavery is wrong. Madam is angry."
Seeing her confession, Mrs. Wan was still angry: "It's a mean bone to go down and get ten boards. You obviously don't take good care of the girl, but dare to push the wrong onto the master."
The girl's body shivered more and more, but she signed the contract, and knowing Madam Wan's nature, she didn't dare to ask for mercy anymore. She could only wipe her tears and try to keep out the weeping.
Wan Siyuan, who was lying on the bed, listened to them all the time, and waited until the girl went out and turned over with annoyance.
Noisy, no one dared to quarrel with her when she slept in her last life.
Mrs. Wan: "Yuaner, I'll call you a doctor soon."
Wan Siyuan's face was ugly: "I don't want to see the doctor."
She was so uncomfortable eating Huanglian Tang. The doctor came to see how she explained.
After all, there is a large kitchen in Fuzhong. Everything in each yard is recorded. The doctor said that she drank Huanglian soup, how could she explain it?
Seeing Mrs. Wan wanting to continue, Wan Siyuan frowned: "Mother, don't toss, just lie down for a while. If you are fine, go back first, I want to be alone."
Her attitude towards her mother-in-law is a bit rude, and Mrs. Wan is a little uncomfortable, but she is also her own daughter. She can still make herself understand as much as possible. In addition to this matter, she feels uncomfortable. Raised a smile on his face.
"I'm fine."
"Yuaner, my mother told you, that King Yao came to our house to see your father's painting. I have asked people to explore it. His Royal Highness Yao and your father had a good talk in the study. Ordered wine dishes. "
Wan Siyuan's belly Huanglian Tang, the most inaudible now is the word Yao Wang. After listening, she lay back on the pillow anxiously: "So what?"
Mrs. Wan smiled, and patted her daughter's quilt: "You! Why don't you think about it carefully, His Royal Highness Yao Yao doesn't have a princess yet! You see, he and your father have such a good relationship, and they will surely always be so often Come to visit our house. If you meet him a few times, you will have feelings. "
The more she thought about it, the more beautiful Mrs. Wan smiled: "Maybe I have a princess daughter."
Wan Siyuan is now trying to make Duan Qingen's side not to propose a relative for the time being. I didn't expect that the front door had not been finished yet, and the back door would catch fire first.
She couldn't say "I was the last life I was born again, and I made the Princess Yao Yao. I don't want to do it again in this life". After thinking for a few seconds, she said:
"Mother, I think you have to think about it carefully. King Yao is the prince, but he is just his uncle, and he has no real power. Besides, even if he has real power, a bad person who is not good at doing things, you let me Marry the past and stay alive? "
Mrs. Wan froze and quickly reprimanded: "What are you talking about! Is this kind of thing you can say? That's the Lord!"
She quickly stood up and looked at it. It was true that only the mother and daughter were in the room, and she sat down and continued to reprimand: "I think I'm so proud of you, I've used you like this, and the grandfather is also you. What can you say? Do you know if it was just you that was heard and preached by others, your father, your younger brother, and our government will be affected! "
Wan Siyuan chuckled in his heart.
What Luanfu is affected is not greedy for fear of death.
Duan Qingen was a waste man. There is nothing to say. Even if he can get up and move around later, if his legs are not good, it is not good. She is right to say so now.
Mrs. Wan naturally did not understand why her daughter was so energetic. It was as if Wan Siyuan did not understand that her enthusiasm was from the identity of the prince Yao of her last life, and in this life she was just a daughter of a fifth grade official.
She is still trying to persuade her daughter: "At that time, the doctor of the Taiyi diagnosis also said that it would be okay for Yu Ziyi. If you become a princess, we will be able to get up, and you will be rich and rich in the future."
Wan Siyuan: "Don't worry about it anyway."
Ronghua Fugui wants what she wants, but she doesn't want it from Duan Qingen.
An idle prince did not look down on her.
What she likes is the supreme honor of the Nine-Five Years, the position of the princess.
While the mother and daughter were talking, Wan Siqing, the only daughter in Erfang, was sitting at the table, embroidering needles and needles.
Dafang's concubine, Wan Sihe, opened the curtain and came in. When she saw that she was embroidering, she smiled, "What are you doing, sister three?"
Wansi Youth, sixteen, looks similar to her mother. She is very beautiful at her young age, and looks like her father. She is a very quiet person. When she hears the movement, she puts down her needle and thread and rises to salute:
"Second sister."
"Come up, you and my sister, and do these ostentatious gifts."
Wan Sihe smiled tenderly, kneeling on the mat beside Wan Siqing, and saw that the sutra embroidered in her hand was a look; "Is this for my mother?"
Wan Siqing smiled slightly at her and picked up the needle thread again; "Uncle Da has been going to the temple more and more recently, so I will embroider more."
Seeing her answering this question lightly, Wan Sihe sighed, but said nothing, only comforted: "Almost, we are almost the same age, just wait until we get married."
Wan Siqing is relatively quiet. Sometimes a person can spend a whole day holding a book in the house, but Wan Sihe can't. She always feels bored in her yard and tries to find Wan Si. Qing, the two-room maid, did not expect Wan Siqing to dismiss her as just a niece. Although the two did not have a deep friendship, they occasionally talked to each other and talked about something. It was also a comfort to each other.
Yes, comfort.
Wan Sihe also discovered after approaching the relationship with Wan Siqing. Although she was a second-family maid, his father was very caring about the blood left by her brother. The old lady was always taking care of her, and her mother always called She went to her yard, but in fact she had a hard life.
My father really loved Wan Siqing's niece, but he was a man. He always looked after his mother's application to Wan Siqing, regardless of the backyard affairs, and felt that Wan Siqing was taken care of.
I also feel that my mother always asks Wan Siqing to talk to each other.
But actually.
Every time Wan Siqing went to talk to Mrs. Wan, she had to bury her head and do needlework, because Mrs. Wan liked to go to the temple to burn the scriptures, and every time she said that the embroidered scriptures were better. Above is the embroidery scripture that lets Wan Siqing embroider.
Had it not been for Vince to come to her, I would not have found it.
What can Wan Siqing do if she doesn't write? If she is an orphan, if she doesn't write, Mrs. Wan dare not do anything to her, but her grandmother sells her deeds, but she is still in the house.
Seeing Wan Siqing just lowering her head and not speaking, Wan Sihe sighed:
"Three sisters, I came to seek you, Your Royal Highness."
She nervously grasped the handkerchief and asked softly, "Did the three sisters think about marrying earlier and fleeing the bitter sea?"