Madam not allowed to remarry

Chapter 1 Time Traveling to Become a Widow 1
Meng Baiyun looked at the person in the mirror. He had a straight nose, clear eyes, white teeth and red lips, skin as transparent as jade, coupled with a slightly pale and thin complexion, the beauty was suffocating.

It's a pity that the beauty was so unlucky, she was only eighteen when she died, and it was nothing to teach her to take such a big deal.

But speaking of it, it's not a big deal.

A bastard, a widow, a door-sweeping star, a vixen, a vicious master who abuses servants, this beauty is not so decent.

While she was in a daze, a sound of something falling to the ground caused her to turn her head.

It was the maid Su Er who accidentally knocked over a porcelain cup.

Seeing her look, I can't help but feel a little panic: "Madam, this servant didn't do it on purpose..."

Meng Baiyun looked indifferent: "Forget it."

Su Er breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wait." Thinking of something, only Meng Baiyun was about to speak, when there was a plop, Su Er knelt down on the ground with tears streaming down her face, terrified.

"Madam, the servant is wrong, the servant is wrong."

Meng Baiyun rubbed his temples, his head hurt.

The people in the family were either afraid of her or hated her.

She even had to think twice about what she said, for fear of scaring people to death.

She lost interest in what she was going to ask, so she waved her hand: "Get up, you go and do your work."

Su Erru was granted amnesty: "Thank you Ma'am."

Walking to the door, there were two pretty figures facing her. Su Er couldn't dodge and bumped into one of them, her face turned pale again.

"Miss Biao, Miss Murong."

Miss Biao is Lin Mengru, the daughter of the eldest cousin of the old lady of the Long family.

The Miss Murong who was bumped was Murong Qingqing, the first daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Five months ago, these two people didn't like each other very much, and they would always sarcasm each other when they met.

Today, five months later, the two have become a single rope, what are they doing, smoking Meng Baiyun, who told her to kill their beloved man.

"Things that don't have long eyes, what about the broom star, Miss Ben, do you have something to say to her?" Murong Qingqing violently pushed Su Er away, Su Er was pushed to the ground without defense, her forehead hit a stone pillar, and her blood flowed suddenly When she came out, she cried out in pain.

The crying made Meng Baiyun unable to sit still.

She knew that she would not go out, Su'er's crying would definitely annoy Murong Qingqing and demand a severe beating.

"What do you want to say, I'm listening, Su Er, go make tea."

In Su'er's heart at this moment, how could she express her gratitude in two words.

Faintly, he also became worried for Meng Baiyun.

However, Meng Baiyun was calm and composed, calm and composed, compared to the two who came rushing in with anger, he seemed to be an expert who was calm in dealing with things.

"Yes, ma'am." Su'er got up, planning to invite the old lady over, but she was afraid that it would add fuel to the fire.

Who doesn't know that the day my wife married into the general's mansion, the general died in battle.

Later, a Taoist priest came and said that the wife's fate was too hard to beat the general to death.

Because of this old lady, I have always been very nervous, but because my wife was married by the empress dowager, it is not easy to have a seizure.

But for Madam, there is unhappiness in every vein.

She can only ask Amitabha to bless the Bodhisattva.

Su Er walked away, Meng Baiyun raised the corners of his eyes, his expression was cold and distant, deep in his eyes, there was a hint of sarcasm that was not hidden: "Speak."

That gesture seemed indifferent, even a little arrogant.

Murong Qingqing was completely enraged: "Meng Baiyun, don't think that I'm afraid of you because the queen mother bestowed the marriage, you bastard."

Whether it hurts or not, Meng Baiyun even shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "That's better than being born with parents and not raised by parents."

(End of this chapter)