White Hedge Dream

Chapter 12 Thoughts

My father is the son of the uncle. He is good at eating, drinking and having fun, but knows nothing about government affairs. He is just messing around. It is conceivable that promotion is impossible, and he may even be demoted. The emperors have changed from generation to generation, and the status of Ding'an uncle has also changed. One day is worse than the other.

My mother is in poor health, and the head of the family is confused. The little family property my father shared has been spent over the years, and I have begun to live on my mother's dowry. There are many sisters in the family. Looking at the families mentioned by the first two sisters, although It seems to be a local wealthy family, but how can it be compared with the powerful people in the capital.

She was born in another place and only came back two or three times, but these two or three times were enough for her to envy the life of Miss Bofu.

Finally, she persuaded her parents to send her back, but found that Miss Bofu's life was not very good either.

Not to mention that the treatment is different from that of the ladies in Ding'anbo, even the days in Ding'anbo's house are bright on the surface.

Especially when she became the adopted daughter of Mrs. Dongyang Hou and experienced the cost of food and clothing in Dongyang Hou's mansion, the contrast became even more obvious.

Even though the ancestors of Dongyang Houfu were from ordinary backgrounds, because they were ordinary, they were able to accumulate family property and lived a good life.

Lu Jin was thinking wildly as he walked. Suddenly there were footsteps in front of him, and four or five black figures bumped into him at the same time.

Cui'er leaned over to illuminate the lamp, but was kicked unexpectedly. She fell to the ground with an ouch and the lamp rolled down.

The black shadow that bumped into him was also startled, and kicked him without explanation.

"What the hell! How dare you scare me!"

Cui Er screamed as she was kicked.

"Brother Wenjie." Lu Jin hurriedly called out in a loud voice, "It's me."

The black shadow stopped kicking, took a step forward, and used the lantern rolling down on the ground to see Lu Jin's appearance clearly, and Lu Jin also saw his appearance clearly.

This is Lu Wenjie, the fourth son of Ding Anbo. He is eighteen years old this year. He looks almost the same as Ding Anbo. He also has a round and chubby face. However, the dim light cannot hide his swollen eyelids and his face has no youthful look.

Lu Wenjie squinted his eyes and seemed to think for a while before he recognized: "Sister Ah Jin." He immediately frowned and asked, "What are you doing at night!"

Lu Jin said with a smile: "I just came back from my uncle and aunt. My uncle and aunt discussed something with me."

Hearing the word uncle, Lu Wenjie became a little nervous and muttered: "A woman, what do I have to discuss with you?" After that, he straightened his back and said, "Get out of the way, I have business to attend to."

After that, he walked over.

Lu Jin stopped him: "Brother, wait a minute."

Lu Wenjie turned around and glared: "What are you doing! It's not your turn to take care of me!"

Lu Jin leaned over and picked up a small box from the ground, stretched out his hand and handed it forward: "Brother, you lost something."

Lu Wenjie was startled, and hurriedly reached out to grab it and stuffed it into his arms. He spat at Cui'er who was kneeling on the ground: "I caused you to drop something. I'll settle the score with you when I get back."

After saying that, he turned around and strode away. The two young men behind him hunched their shoulders and caught up, whispering to dissuade, "Sir, let's not go." "This is the old lady's favorite piece of chicken blood stone. What will happen if you lose." Lu Wenjie said, "Stop saying bad words, I will definitely win today." "Grandma's things are all mine, I just use them ahead of time." The low and thoughtful voice faded away in the night.

Lu Jin stood there and watched, with a disdainful expression under the dim light.

The young master of the uncle's house stole things from the grandmother's room, but no one in the family knew about it, or in other words, no one cared about it even if they knew about it.

The brothers of this generation are not as good as the previous generation.

One generation is worse than the other.

One can imagine what the life of the uncle's house will be like in the future.

Or she should count on her uncle's face in front of the emperor as soon as possible to get her a concubine status. Of course, who said she could only be a concubine for the rest of her life?

As a gift from the emperor, he was born in Ding'anbo Mansion and is loved by his mother-in-law. If his wife dies in the future, won't she be able to be rehabilitated?

Besides, now she is an outsider to Zhou Jingyun, who is alienated from her. In the future, as a concubine, she will be his bedside companion, and the bedside pillow will naturally be different.

So the key is to get in and become someone around Zhou Jingyun.

Oh, as for how Zhou Jingyun’s new wife died...

Lu Jin pursed his lips. People who eat whole grains will inevitably get sick. If they get sick, they will inevitably be unable to be treated. A young lady like the third sister, who was born in an uncle's house, can get sick and die. Of course, an orphan girl from a humble background can also die.

It all depends on people.

"Miss..." Yaoqin's voice sounded from the side.

Lu Jin came back to his senses with a slight shudder.

"Let's go quickly." Yao Qin whispered, "The old lady goes to bed early."

When the old lady goes to bed, the servants and maids like to be lazy, which makes it more troublesome to give orders.

Lu Jin turned around and almost stepped on someone with an ouch, but it turned out that Cui'er was still lying on the ground.

"You are really short-sighted." Yao Qin scolded, reaching out to pull Cui'er, "Why are you pretending to be dead? Get up and hold the lantern."

Cui'er responded repeatedly with tears in her eyes, and lay down to fumble for the lantern.

The lantern that fell to the ground was broken and was slowly burning on its own. Lu Jin frowned and shook his head: "Forget it."

She glanced at Cui'er lying on the ground.

"Get up, we can go back by ourselves."

He thought of something again and signaled to Yao Qin. "Give her the gift from Mr. Zhuang."

After saying that, he smiled at Cui Er.

"Thanks a lot."

Cui'er was surprised and happy and thanked her repeatedly. Lu Jin and Yao Qin had passed her and moved forward.

"I'll send it to you later." Yao Qin said.

After they came back, they went to see the uncle's wife. The things they brought back from Dongyang Hou's Mansion were brought to the room by the maid.

Tweetie kowtowed again and thanked her. She watched the two of them go away in the night, and the lamp on the ground was about to burn out. Tweetie picked up the remaining sticks and went back to report. She hoped her sister wouldn't scold her too harshly.

She stood up slowly, feeling severe pain in her waist and abdomen, thinking that she had been kicked by Master Wenjie just now.

Cui'er calmed down for a while, put her hands on her waist and abdomen, and walked back slowly with her body hunched.

After handing over the pole, he was scolded by the older girls, and then returned to the servant's room. It was already dark.

The little girl Xiang'er who lives in the cramped room is washing her hair.

"Tui'er." She greeted, "You haven't eaten yet, right? I left it for you."

When she was called to pick someone up, it was the time when the other girls were eating. She just picked up her rice bowl and left without taking a bite. She was already hungry, but she couldn't care less about eating now.

"Sister Xiang'er, I bumped and my stomach hurts badly. Do you have any plaster for me to put on?" Cui'er asked.

Xiang'er came over holding her hair: "Let me take a look."

Cui'er stood in front of the oil lamp on the table and lifted up her clothes, and she could see a bruise on her waist and abdomen.

Xiang'er's expression was complicated. She didn't hit her, she was kicked. But, alas, it doesn't matter, these low-class girls were kicked by their master because they were at a disadvantage and deserved it.

"I'll have my godmother come and take a look later," she said. "She's very good at looking at this. Don't worry, she has plaster."

Cui'er breathed a sigh of relief and thanked her repeatedly. While the two were talking, a girl stood at the door and shouted, "Tui'er, sister Yaoqin gave you something."

Cui'er didn't care about the pain and hurriedly went over to say thank you. The girl was already impatient and dropped the box and ran away.

When the girls next to her heard this, they all expressed envy: "Miss Jin is so kind. I am always rewarded when I work for her."

Cui'er kowtowed in the direction of Lu Jin, then returned to the room holding the box.

"What is it?" Xiang'er asked curiously.

Cui'er picked up the box and opened it on the table, revealing a lotus bud inside.

"What!" Xiang'er said disappointedly, "You can't eat or drink." She touched the box and said, "This box is worth a few dollars. I asked my godmother to sell it and give you some money."

Cui'er thanked her and took out the lotus bud: "I think it's pretty good. I like flowers very much."

She looked at the fresh flower buds, then found a broken porcelain bottle, filled it with water, put it on the bedside.

"It became wilted within two days." Xiang'er said in disgust and continued to wash her hair.

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The night was dark, and the servants' room gradually became quiet, and the tired servants fell into a deep sleep.

But there were also sounds of turning over and constant moaning coming from Cuier's side.

"Tui'er?" Xiang'er looked at Cui'er on the bed and couldn't help calling.

Cui'er closed her eyes, looked pale and lethargic, and moaned unconsciously.

Xiang'er tentatively touched Cui'er's forehead, it was as hot as fire, and she took a few steps back in fright.

Thinking about the look on my godmother's face after coming to see her just now, Xiang'er's face also looked ugly.

"I'm afraid it's not good and it's hurt inside." The godmother warned her in a low voice, "If you can reduce the fever, just get over it, otherwise..."

Thinking of her godmother shaking her head, Xiang'er shuddered. Looking at the unconscious Cui'er on the bed, she swallowed, couldn't help but pick up the quilt and ran out.

She didn't want to sleep in a room with a dead person, so she might as well go to another room and squeeze in.

There was one less person in the room, which made it even more empty and gloomy, and the moans of Tweety on the bed became smaller and smaller.

I don’t know how long it took, but the lotus buds slowly bloomed in the broken porcelain vase beside the bed in the night.

The fresh pink and white petals emitted a soft light like moonlight, and the light swayed and spread, covering the unconscious little **** the bed.

I came back from the annual meeting yesterday and was too tired to turn on the computer. Let me update now haha

(End of this chapter)