Cute Wife Divorce Husband: Black-bellied Prince and Little Dumb Concubine

Chapter 590

But now Hou Ye even sent his own daughter to his hometown on the border. Aunt Zhao thought she would not be afraid of a little maid.

"Bitch! Give me a slap! Did you just mention Lord Hou casually?!"

Aunt Zhao gritted her teeth and put away the golden lock, then turned around and told her left and right: "Take care of these pretentious slaves for me!"

Aunt Zhao took the golden lock and left the backyard. A maid beside her on the way reminded her: "Ma'am, this Qingchuan has been ill for a long time. It is said that she has not left since the menstrual accident happened last time. It's not good to prolong the disease at a young age, the complexion is sallow and emaciated, and you have caught the wind and cold, if you prolong it, you may die."

Only then did Aunt Zhao frowned, "Will someone die?"

"Ma'am, all the women in the backyard are very powerful, and she has never suffered such bitterness and anger for a day, so this disease—"

Aunt Zhao thought for a while, "It's okay to find a doctor to show her. I don't want the master to go out and let this girl die when he comes back. After all, it's hard to guess what the master is thinking."

A few days later, Miss Ning whispered that Mrs. Sun Jiashao returned to the Hou Mansion and wanted to see Qingchuan.

Qingchuan took the medicine for a few days and his health improved slightly, but he was still sluggish. At this time, he was "invited" by Aunt Zhao's people, and was told along the way, "Don't talk nonsense if you have something or not, Miss Although she misses you, she is no longer a member of the Hou family. You should understand what will happen in the future!"

Ning Qingyu came back to her mother's house firstly to see how her sister's house was doing, and secondly because her sister told her to come back to see her father and Hou's mansion, and also mentioned Qingchuan.

"Qingchuan, why are you so thin?"

Qing Chuan lowered her head and said, "Miss, I have been ill for a few days."

"Why did you get sick so well, but did you take medicine to recuperate?"

Aunt Zhao sneered at the side: "Miss is really a bodhisattva. This Qingchuan just came here after drinking the medicine, isn't it Qingchuan?"

Qingchuan thought about it for herself, so she had no choice but to agree, not daring to say more.

"Girl Qing, don't miss the second miss too much. The second miss is no worse outside than at home, but you are worried about it. Don't you let the eldest miss follow you. If you want to say that they are close, they are naturally sisters of the same mother. Dear, you are a girl who misses something all day long, so you should learn from the eldest lady."

Qing Chuan didn't want to mention the past, but after hearing Aunt Zhao's words, she was provoking the elder sister's sisterhood again, so she said: "Ma'am, I misunderstood. Although I miss the second miss, I won't get sick. Too much work, tired and sick."

Ning Qingyu understood what Qingchuan meant, and took her hand in surprise, "Qingchuan is not used to such tiring work, your hand—"

I saw that Qingchuan's palms were callused, blisters were worn out, and his skin became dry and rough.

Qingyu frowned slightly, and her tone was a little unhappy, "I lack a girl with quick hands and feet, I think Qingchuan is pretty good, I asked my aunt, how about it?"

Aunt Zhao was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she didn't want Qingyu to take Qingchuan away, "It was the eldest lady who asked for a girl, so why not give it to me, but there is something wrong with this one. There are also fewer maidservants in the Hou's mansion." Quite a few, and the second is that the master is not at home, and this Qingchuan is not another girl. You also know that Master Hou picked it up since he was a child, and it is inevitable that he must get his consent."

Qingyu knew that she was just making an excuse, so she said at this moment: "Since I want my father to nod, then that's fine. But I don't think Qingchuan should go to the firewood house in the backyard. I think the second sister's room is deserted." There is no one to clean up the layer of dust, so why not let Qingchuan live in this garden and take care of the second sister's house, lest my father and I come here occasionally and feel sad when looking at this barren garden."

Ning Qingyu's tone was neither fast nor slow, gentle and indifferent, but it was difficult for Aunt Zhao to refuse.

"Qingchuan, did you hear, the eldest lady asked you to take good care of the second lady's garden!" Aunt Zhao said in a displeased tone.

Qingchuan readily responded, "Miss, don't worry, I will take good care of Miss's room."

Aunt Zhao rolled her eyes, "Why are you standing there, go back and bring your things here!"

The room was pushed away, and Qingyu walked in to look at my sister's study room and my sister's cabinet. While looking at it, I ordered: "Second Miss's things will be locked from now on, and no one can touch them."

Through the window, Aunt Zhao in the porch curled her lips angrily, and muttered in a low voice: "Keep it, it might be useful when she gets married a second time."

"This person, you have to be self-aware. Although I am an aunt, I have given birth to a son and a daughter for Lord Hou. Otherwise, why would the master let me preside over such a big mansion... Some people have been married for four years, and they have been married for four years. She didn't have a son or a daughter, she didn't have any face in her husband's house, but she took up airs in the Hou's house!"

You can hear the whispers through the window, her temper has become a lot gentler now, if she used to be, she would have to argue with Aunt Zhao.

But the soft-spoken girl was not kind when she heard it, and she said to the other maid unhurriedly: "Some people, even after giving birth to a son, are still an aunt after a long time. Domineering When the time comes, it is best to remember that the concubine has a different identity."

Aunt Zhao was trembling with anger, "Where did this come from! How dare you show your tongue here!"

At this time, Qingyu came out, smiling, "Auntie, why are you angry?"

Aunt Zhao lowered her face at this time and said: "Miss, your girl is rude, should I ask you, Auntie, or should I discipline myself?"

"Don't bother Auntie, if she is disrespectful, the master of the Sun Mansion will not forgive her. But I don't know what she said that offended Auntie?"

Aunt Zhao knew that she would be ridiculed if she said it, so she gritted her teeth and said, "In front of the eldest lady, my aunt dare not say anything to offend you!"

"Auntie is so old, don't make people laugh at her temper. Girls usually talk and laugh, and Auntie doesn't have to pick it up. Some words are just words, but if you talk a little bit, you will be found by the girls, right? "

The maidservants present all nodded their heads. After all, she is still the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion, and the confidence and heart of her words are convincing.

At this time, he whispered: "Xu'er, share the little things that the general brought from the Northland with the girls in the garden. As for the aunt's share, I have sent someone to send it to the aunt's garden. Auntie Do you want to go back and have a look?"

"What's the matter? Uncle Sun's things are naturally good, but as an aunt, what I look forward to most is for my uncle to show affection for you. Every time, you come here alone, and Master Hou is also thinking about it, right? ? Sigh, the married girl is said to be the water that was thrown out, but the Marquis has a lot of troubles in his heart. Only this second lady—”

Ning Qingyu couldn't stand it, she mentioned it lightly, and said, "It's getting late. I should go too." At this time, Qingchuan brought a bag over, and Qingyu smiled and said: "Auntie, I want to go with you Girl Qingchuan has given some instructions, so she won't accompany you."

Aunt Zhao left Qingqing's garden angrily, and returned to the big courtyard. At this time, the doorman said: "The sedan chair from the Sun's residence is here, and it is said to pick up the young miss."

"Then go back to your eldest lady."

Not long after, Ning Qingyu led the girl out, Qingchuan and other servants came out to see her off, Qingyu nodded and said goodbye, looking at the unhappy Aunt Zhao, she couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

This Marquis Mansion is becoming more and more impossible for him to return.Mr. Su left, and Dad didn't come back often, and he also left gently, let alone having nothing to worry about.

Aunt Zhao saw Ning Qingyu's back stepping out of the gate, she put her hips on her hips and said with a sneer, "You have to be followed even when you go out, it's no better than that second girl, it's really sad!"

Qingchuan held on to the door frame, looking at the young miss's back with moist eyes, at the moment when Qingyu was about to get into the car, she couldn't help following, "Miss!"

Qingyu also stopped, "If you have news about Second Miss, you must tell Qingchuan."

Qingyu smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, go back and take good care of yourself. If you have any difficulties, let someone tell me. I will come to see you in a few days."

Just as the girl was about to lift the curtain for Madam, she saw a hand stretched out from inside, and the curtain had already been lifted.Under the curtain, a man's heavy platform brocade boots were exposed, and as the curtain opened, a man in a tortoiseshell embroidered robe appeared.

Sun Qiyou got off the sedan chair, and said with gentle eyebrows: "I just passed by, and I heard that my wife is in the Hou's mansion, so I will pick you up along the way."

Qingyu wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything, she put up her skirt and got on the sedan chair.

Standing by the door, Qing Chuan always felt that the relationship between Uncle Sun and Missy was a bit awkward.

General Sun's treatment of his wife is not as rumored, it seems that he actually cares about the eldest lady, and this kind of concern is mixed with a little politeness.

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The long street was bustling with people, and Qingchuan crossed the crowded stream of people. As soon as he came out of a Qianjizhi shop in Nantou, he ran directly to a Yutongdang shop in the east.

Qingchuan searched several famous pawnshops in the capital, but they couldn't find what he was looking for.

The waiter at the pawn shop took out several kinds of golden locks, "Here are all the styles, see if you have the kind of golden locks you want. If not, maybe someone bought them a few days ago."

Qing Chuan searched for the golden lock that was not her own, "Shopkeeper, is there really nothing else?"

"That's all. The one you mentioned may have been bought."

"Why are you doing this? It's only been a few days since you took this golden lock."

"Girl, it doesn't matter what you say. We are open for business. The person who gave it to us at the beginning didn't say that he would redeem it in the future. When he met a buyer who knew the goods, he would naturally sell it."

Qingchuan was so anxious that she wanted to cry, "Then do you remember the buyer's appearance?"

"You are young, in your 30s, speaking with a foreign accent."

Qingchuan's heart sank.Outsider, where can she find it, I'm afraid she won't be able to get back the golden lock in this lifetime.

My heart ached, and tears welled up.

The last thing about my life experience is gone.

It wasn't until Qingchuan walked out of the pawnshop in a daze that the manager of the pawnshop and the waiter exchanged winks.

The shopkeeper weighed a golden lock in his hand, with a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth, "I've been in this business for decades, and I can see it with absolute accuracy. This golden lock is worth more than all the golden locks in our hand. No It is the weight of the gold, but the print on it. 20 years ago, some banknotes in some places in the north were printed with this print."

(I mentioned Qingyu and Sun Qiyou. This chapter is 3000+ words)
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