Fast time travel: The heroine and the female supporting role hold the script of the villain

Chapter 102 The real daughter, she quit (48)

"Forget it." Mrs. Zhao took the lead in politely refusing: "Most of the other courtyards are fields, and there are things to see. Why don't you hurry back to the city while it's still early."

I have experienced so much recently that the woman's nerves have become very sensitive, and the thinking in her heart is naturally much more complicated than before.

It's a pity that Mrs. Song is destined not to understand, instead she said with great interest: "That's fine, after all, it's rare to go out of the city once. If you want me to say that you should also let Yaoyao go out to see the world, so as not to have trouble discussing marriage in the future. Just today, sister Zhen I'm still there, and I can introduce her to her, and I can help take care of her after I go there."

There was an unconcealable arrogance in her tone, she had always regarded herself as the mother-in-law of Mr. Sima's mansion, and today she saw with her own eyes how her daughter was favored, so the arrogance that had been suppressed for a while suddenly appeared again.

The bad breath that had been stuck in her heart in the past finally found an outlet, and she also became complacent, so what about the daughter of a bachelor?Doesn't she still have to rely on her sister Zhen to be promoted now?
Mrs. Zhao frowned, as if she was about to refuse again as if she didn't quite agree, but she happened to receive a look from Haiyao.

Then she hesitated for two seconds, and in the end she could only walk out of the gazebo under Song's pull, stepping back and forth, and her figure gradually disappeared on the nearby path.

"Since mother and aunt have already left, why don't we also go to the poetry meeting?" Wu Jinzhen looked back at the end of the path, sorted her clothes impatiently, and walked away pace.

However, after she took two steps, she turned around suspiciously, staring at the figure standing still, with a puzzled expression on her face: "Madam sister?"

Haiyao acted as if she didn't hear her call, and finally signaled Chunxi to wipe the stone chair in the pavilion, and then sat on it steadily.

Wu Jinzhen pursed her lips, tried her best to maintain her expression and took two steps forward, not wanting to show any flaws: "Sister in the lobby, the poetry meeting has already started for a long time, if you don't go there, there is nothing I can do!"

"It's very interesting to say, Aunt Zhen probably doesn't know how much effort it took to see you just now." Haiyao had a playful smile on her lips. He didn't look at Wu Jinzhen who was a little anxious at this time, but turned his face sideways, as if he was admiring the beautiful scenery nearby.

"Mrs. Sima, please say that the rules of the Sima Mansion are extremely strict, and concubines are not allowed to meet with their natal family casually. As a result, cousin Zhen said that a concubine could appear at the poetry meeting held by the master's house." ...for a while, I didn't know who to trust."

"Isn't it because the third son likes me so much..." Wu Jinzhen had the embarrassment of being exposed, but she still tried to save some face.

"Nobles have the rules of the nobles. It is not something that can be used to cover up the past. Even if the third son allowed you to serve at the poetry club for the first time, what face and ability do you have to speak up in front of those young men and ladies?" What?" Hai Yao said in a sarcastic tone, and slowly raised her eyes to look over.

"Tell Sima Yang later that it's not surprising that some methods are used badly."

After finishing the words, Haiyao put Chunxi's hand on her back and got up, as if she was about to leave.

But when passing by Wu Jinzhen's side, someone grabbed her sleeves unexpectedly, and when she turned her head, she saw a pear-blossoming face with rain.

The other party's complexion became worse and worse, and the face that was originally pale and pale was now full of fear and despair: "Sister in the hall, please be my sister, don't worry, I won't hurt you. Yours. It’s just a poetry meeting, what can the third son do to you under the watchful eyes of everyone?”

Haiyao didn't speak, but just lowered her eyes slightly, her eyes flicked back and forth between the slightly thin hand holding her sleeve and the other's face.

I don't know if it's because she felt a little guilty from being watched, Wu Jinzhen slightly avoided her gaze, but still begged: "Today, I owe you a favor as a cousin, and I will double the compensation if I have the opportunity in the future for you!"

"Coincidentally, I've always disliked any human relations with others." Haiyao pulled back her sleeves firmly but slowly, and was about to walk out of the pavilion without looking back.

Wu Jinzhen saw that nothing could be done, and she was anxious, her knees softened and she knelt down on the hard and cold rocky ground with a 'plop': "Sister in the lobby, please show kindness! Let's count on it somehow You're so close, you can't just ignore death!"

I don't know if it was startled by the wailing or because of something else, in short, Haiyao barely stopped when she was about to walk out of the gazebo, and looked over again with puzzled eyes: "Where did Aunt Zhen say this? , you are Sima Yang's most beloved concubine right now, why are you talking about death?"

"..." Wu Jinzhen felt that there was something difficult to say when she heard the words.

Of course, life in Sima's mansion was not as rich and comfortable as she expected. Sima Yang didn't even bother to look at her directly, and all kinds of physical and mental humiliation happened day and night. Even if she wanted to please her, the other party would never My heart softened for more than half a point.

"Sima Yang is not human!" Wu Jinzhen closed her eyes and told the truth. With trembling hands, she rolled up her wide sleeves, revealing the dense scarlet scars on her arms: "Sister in the lobby, I Every day in Sima Mansion seems to be living in Abi Hell, if I can't bring you to the poetry meeting, the third son may directly kill me!"

In fact, shortly after entering Sima's mansion, she vaguely realized that Sima Yang and Haiyao had no personal affair as she imagined, and she was probably being tricked by Haiyao.

But at that time, she still felt that it didn't matter, thinking that relying on her own beauty, Sima Yang could always make Sima Yang bow down under the pomegranate skirt.She never expected that Sima Yang was a cruel and moody lunatic. She had never recovered from her injuries. With such a body, how could she confuse men?

Concealedly hiding the hatred that shot out from her eyes, Wu Jinzhen continued to tremble: "Sister in the lobby, I will definitely not look at each other for saving my life."

At this moment, Haiyao had turned back, and was standing not far in front of her, scrutinizing the scars all over her body, frowned slightly, and there was a little pity in her voice: "How dare Sima Yang treat you like this?" Why didn’t you tell your aunt the truth just now? You have been wronged so much, and your parents won’t sit idly by, and will definitely find a way to get you out of Sima’s mansion!”

Chunxi on the other side also spoke softly after hearing the words: "Maybe Aunt Zhen thinks that she should follow her husband when she gets married, and she doesn't want to make her family ugly..."

"Fame is more important than life?" Haiyao retorted disapprovingly: "Well, as long as Aunt Zhen nods and agrees, I can talk to my parents."

While speaking, she squatted down slightly and stared straight into the woman's eyes.

She never thought of putting people to death. Although she had given Wu Jinzhen countless chances before the night at Shanyuan Temple, she knew that this person had suffered a lot just now, as long as she could Sincerely repent, she wouldn't mind giving it a hand.

The two master and servant sang together, as if dancing wildly on Wu Jinzhen's little self-esteem. She knew that since the other party could say what she said, she could do it, so she could only shake her head quickly: "As long as the hall sister Agreeing to go to the poetry meeting is the greatest kindness to me."

Raising her eyebrows slowly, Haiyao straightened her body again, and her tone was tinged with sarcasm: "You know that Sima Yang is a cruel person, but he must have something wrong in his mind to try to get me to go to the poetry club. , but you still want me to take the initiative to die?"

Wu Jinzhen choked up, then shook her head in a panic, and tried her best to explain: "Sima Yang would not be so stupid as to face you in front of so many people, let alone... what's more, the hall sister is always smart, I believe you will definitely There is a way to protect yourself!"

Anyway, no matter what, she had to go to this poetry meeting.

She lowered her eyelids to hide the disappointment in her eyes. It's not that Haiyao didn't expect Wu Jinzhen to deceive her, but she never thought that after this person suffered such inhuman treatment in Sima Mansion, the first thing she thought about was not to get rid of Sima Yang, that bastard. Instead, she intends to prove herself by working hard to change Sima Yang's opinion of her, so as to gain a firm foothold in Sima Mansion.

The co-author is that the wishful thinking dream of wealth has not yet woken up.

Mysterious in her heart, when Haiyao looked at the figure kneeling in the middle of the gazebo again, she couldn't help but sigh.

One Wu Jinrou and one Wu Jinzhen, two idiots with big grievances and love brains came out under the same roof, which is more or less a coincidence.

"I'm smart, but I've never had the intention of helping others, so I definitely won't go to the poetry fair. Aunt Zhen has kowtow to me, why don't you think carefully about how to please the third son." Forget it, no matter how much the people behind Haiyao called, she took Chunxi and left here quickly without looking back.

Just kidding, knowing that Sima Yang has bad intentions and still rushing forward, this is not called being powerful, but because you don't know the severity.

As for what will happen to Wu Jinzhen, she is not the Holy Mother who shines on the earth and saves the flies that pass by.

The path under your feet is chosen by yourself, so the consequences should be borne by yourself.

She followed the path that Zhao and Song had left before, turned around for a long time, and finally found the two by a lake.

Mrs. Song naturally had a lot of dissatisfaction and complaints about her not going to the poetry meeting, but because Mrs. Zhao and Haiyao deliberately diverted the topic elsewhere, she had no choice but to follow them Behind him, he returned to the carriage as quickly as possible.

When the three of them returned to the Wu Mansion, the sky had already dimmed.

The lack of danger during the day made Mrs. Zhao feel exhausted from the inside out. After declining Mrs. Song's invitation to go to Fuyuan to pay her respects to the old lady, she returned to her yard. I really don't have the energy to go to Fuyuan to listen to the other party's bragging.

On the other side, after sending Mrs. Zhao to Qingsongyuan, Haiyao couldn't help thinking about it on the way back to Liuliyuan.

The current days when there are wolves and tigers in the front are really not very refreshing. Everyone says that they have food in their hands and don’t panic. It’s time to make some plans for the road ahead.

After a few breaths, she broke away from the state of contemplation, and already had some thoughts, and subconsciously accelerated the speed on her feet.

(End of this chapter)