After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

Ye Zhen took an ivory comb and, still with her brows lowered, helped Mrs. Luo to wash and comb her hair without changing her expression.

Although so many years have passed, there is no unfamiliarity in her behavior, as if she has done it thousands of times.

Ye Zhen held Luo Miaoyun's hair in one hand, and gently and deftly combed it. The black hair was dense and thick, and under the light, it glowed with a lustrous luster.

She seemed not to have heard Mrs. Luo's sigh, and only praised sincerely: "Madam, your black hair is exactly the same as when you were a girl."

When Luo Miaoyun and Xiao Qiao first got married, they were so happy and proud.

She was so proud of her beauty that she never took other women into consideration. Even when she was selecting maids for her dowry, she did not focus on temperament rather than appearance like other ladies from wealthy families did, and only chose those who were gentle and kind. Instead, she brought the four most beautiful and talented maids in the Luo Mansion into the Marquis' Mansion at once.

At that time, the border was not stable and Shen Chongyan was busy with official business. During the first two years of his marriage, he often stayed in Beijing.

Xinyuan Hou was a dignified and respectful person, and he treated his wife with respect. Although no one accused him of sacrificing his personal interests for the sake of state affairs, he felt guilty towards his wife, so he became more disciplined.

After Luo Miaoyun got married, he didn't have any concubines, let alone a maid.

Although the two of them were not inseparable, they did have a period of time when they treated each other with respect.

But I don't know when things started to change.

At first, Luo Miaoyun began to return to her parents' home frequently, sometimes bringing herself, and sometimes bringing Lin Lang and Hua Qiong, whom she was closer to.

Later, Luo Miaoyun, following someone's advice, decided to marry one of them to the Marquis as his concubine.

At that time, the Marquis was a heroic young man in the prime of his life. Who wouldn't admire him? Except for himself, the other three were all more or less moved by him.

But the strange thing is that the lady just fell in love with Ye Zhen who didn't have any other ideas.

In the following six months, Lin Lang and Hua Qiong got married one after another. After another winter, Yu Hu, who usually didn't talk much, fell ill and passed away before the beginning of spring.

When winter passed and spring came, when the Marquis returned home, she had already tied her hair into a bun. The lady arranged for two tables of wine, and she became Shen Chongyan's concubine.

At that time, there were countless young maids in the mansion who envied her for following a good master and becoming a concubine overnight.

In the main room of Guiyi Hall, Zhu Xiao and Bai Miao, two favored first-class maids, stood respectfully by.

Ye Zhen served the lady leisurely and methodically, just like the maid who served the girl in the past.

Luo Miaoyun stroked her raven black hair with a little pride. She was now over 30 years old, but her black hair was still well maintained like that of a girl.

She was quite satisfied with Ye Zhen's usual obedience. She had promoted her to be her aunt because of her gentle and weak character.

She was negligent at the time and caused Ye Zhen to become pregnant, but fortunately, even with the child, she did not dare to disrespect herself.

Now it seems that it is indeed true. Without someone to rely on, she feels more at ease.

Although she didn't think much of Ye Zhen, who looked haggard and lived like an old woman in recent years, if she really married that girl named Song, there would come a time when she would have to use Concubine Ye.

After applying a thick layer of Pearl Jade Face Powder, Luo Miaoyun raised her hand to look at her bright red nails, thinking absentmindedly:

She couldn't, as the mistress of the house, lower herself to deal with that little girl herself.

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Meanwhile, in Songshou Hall, Madam Zhu and Shen Chongyan were in a stalemate. The atmosphere was so awkward that Ning'er wanted to leave several times, but Xiuyu stopped her. She smiled and said, "It's still early, Miss Ning, please stay for a while."

Ning'er felt sorry that she was staying in a room in the same courtyard of Songshou Hall, and could not find any reason to leave early because it was dark and the road was long.

I could only sit on pins and needles between this mother and son.

The Marquis frowned and said, "Why is the old lady holding Ning'er? Just tell her to go back."

Madam Zhu calmly picked up the teacup, took a sip and said, "Ning'er lives in Songshou Hall, where is she going back to? Or does the Marquis not want to see Ning'er and want to send her away?"

Just one sentence made Shen Chongyan angry, but his mouth was blocked.

He glanced at Ning'er who was sitting obediently, and had to admit that he really wanted to stay with her for a while longer after not seeing her for a few days.

Originally, he planned to find time to spend time with Ning'er during the Flower Festival.

But first, Wen Huaichen suddenly showed up, then Ning'er got drunk, and then the "aunt" incident happened, which made him very upset.

As a result, he wasted a lot of time and had no chance to have a good talk with Ning'er.

Forget it, Shen Chongyan sighed. Now there are only a few of them, and there is nothing to hide.

He frowned and said, "The old lady knew exactly what I was thinking, why did she bring in Miss Song?"

Zhu put down her cup and leaned back on the chair. Her knees were covered with a brocade quilt in the color of autumn fragrance, embroidered with a picture of five babies playing. She said bluntly, "The Marquis is already thirty-four this year, and he has only two children."

She stretched out her hand and gestured: "I see that the Marquis's ideas are getting bigger and bigger. If I don't take this opportunity to pick two suitable people, how can I explain to the old Marquis after I die?"

Shen Chongyan's pupils shrank. Seeing his mother mentioned her two children without hesitation, he subconsciously glanced at Ning'er.

But seeing that she looked innocent and calm, with only a hint of embarrassment, he felt relieved.

He tried his best to persuade his mother: "It is unfilial for a son to let his mother work hard for him. You also said that my son is thirty-four this year, and Miss Song is not even twenty. Isn't this delaying the girl?"

Madam Zhu smiled and said, "Since ancient times, beauties have loved heroes. With the Marquis's appearance and character, I'm afraid there would be many people who would admire him even if he was forty, let alone thirty."

"Besides, do you think I can just pick someone randomly? Song girl delayed her marriage because she was taking care of her younger brother and sister-in-law. Now she is nineteen years old and her family is poor, so she asked the second son's wife to arrange a marriage for her."

"Her mother said frankly that it doesn't matter what age or appearance she has, or whether she is a concubine or a successor. As long as the person has good character, doesn't wrong her daughter, and can offer a generous dowry, then there's nothing wrong with that!"

"Tell me, I have already accepted Song girl's situation. If you don't want her anymore, it will be a real disaster for her. I'm afraid I don't know where she will end up!"

Ning'er was horrified as she listened. When they met yesterday, she had described the Song family to her wife as a family of loving mothers and filial children, with harmony among them. But today, when the old lady spoke, it was completely turned upside down, and it was so blatant that it frightened her.

Shen Chongyan noticed the fear on Ning'er's face. He couldn't bear it, so he said, "So in the eyes of the old lady, marrying me as a concubine is the best outcome?"

Mother Shen nodded and smiled: "Not bad!"

She answered with a resounding voice: "How many families in the capital can have such a character as my son and such wealth as the Marquis's mansion?"

"Your Majesty, you are a gentleman if you have such a heart of compassion. Moreover, after seeing you today, I think Qiu Xin has already fallen in love with you."

After hearing this, Lian Ning'er nodded secretly. Although the Marquis was older, there was no trace of vicissitudes of life on his face. He was at the most charming age.

She looked at the Marquis's appearance and then compared him with Miss Song, and found that they were quite a match.

Just then, a maid who was guarding the door came in to report that Madam Ye came to see her, saying that she had left her hairpins and rings behind and wanted to go into the side hall to look for them.

"Aunt Ye?" Old Madam Zhu's heart skipped a beat for some unknown reason.

Before she could say anything, Ning Er, who was standing by, seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and took the opportunity to stand up and said, "In this case, I will accompany Aunt Ye to look for it?"

After saying this, he bowed and left in a flash.