Don't disturb me, I won't be a concubine

Dong Jiafu's name was Yunling now. When her face turned pale and her walk was no longer as light as before, Mother Xu took her out of the current room.

"From now on, you will live here. Learn the rules first, and then I will assign you work."

Mother Xu led her into a room that was connected by three rooms. The dozen or so girls inside stood up when they saw them.

Yunling saw the same kind of bunkhouse in Yapo's house again, but there were two rows in the east and west directions, and there were plenty of tables, stools and utensils.

Among this group of girls, she saw a few familiar faces and remembered that they were also from Sun Yapo's place.

The girls looked at Yunling with different expressions. Xu's mother introduced them: "This is Yunling. I will learn the rules with you. You must get along well."

The girls all echoed.

Mother Xu turned around and said to Yunling, "You go and choose a place to settle down. You will learn to adapt to life in Fuzhong starting tomorrow."

Yunling nodded: "Don't worry, Mother Xu."

As soon as Mrs. Xu left, the girls immediately dispersed, leaving Yunling standing alone in the middle.

"Are you Yunling?" A crisp voice came from behind.

Yunling looked back and saw a girl with wheat-colored skin and a hearty smile coming in from the door. Her eyebrows made her feel familiar.

"I'm."

The girl came to her and stopped: "I heard my mother talking about you. Are you healed?"

"Much better, thank you for your concern," Yunling was confused, "May I ask who your father is?"

The girl smiled and said, "You are exactly what my mother said. You are a candidate for the top prize. You speak politely."

Yunling was slightly startled. Could it be that she was not here?

Is this how you should talk? She didn't pay much attention to this, just being here, she naturally blended into it.

Speaking of which, it is also thanks to her grandfather, who is a professor at the university's liberal arts college and loves Chinese studies. When she was seriously ill and couldn't go out for several months, her grandfather told her traditional stories and taught her calligraphy and painting. Influenced by her ears and eyes, she also fell in love with these things, and they also became her spiritual sustenance.

But after hearing the girl's words, she immediately guessed, "Are you Mother Wu's daughter?"

"Smart," the girl held her arm, "My name is Meng Dong. I am one year younger than you. Have you chosen a place to sleep?"

Yunling shook her head: "Not yet."

Meng Dong pulled her to the right: "Then sleep next to me."

Yunling followed her and sat on the bed, feeling fond of this enthusiastic girl who showed kindness to her.

"Meng Dong, don't just rely on your mother being close to the eldest lady to be able to break the rules and run out all day long. This is the Duke's mansion, not your family's dim sum shop. You can come and go as you please."

On the opposite side of the street, a slim and charming girl with a thin face of powder walked towards them slowly.

"Lu Yue, did you eat too much pickles at noon? Are you free?" Meng Dong glared over without showing any signs of weakness.

"You!" Lu Yue stopped in front of a table, "You are still as rude as you were when you were a child, and you don't have the slightest bit of what a woman should be like. I wonder who will be willing to marry you in the future!"

Meng Dong stood up and put his hands on his hips: "You really have a lot of things to worry about, and you are not ashamed. You are talking about getting married before you even have haircut. Why do you come to the house if you want to get married? But just like me, you are a young man. The steward's daughter,

Why are you pretending to be a lady here? Do you really think of yourself as your master? "