Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 59
A pile of pickles whose color cannot be seen clearly on the plate, and a bowl of porridge that is so clear that it can be seen in a mirror are not as good as what the peasants eat.

No matter how long she had been ill, she had eaten porridge and pickles for as long as she had been sick. Although she was sick and groggy, her mind was still not confused. She didn't notice much in a day or two, and she didn't have the energy to manage it. It was only these few days that she realized that something was wrong.

"Husband, ma'am," the maid holding the plate of food was like a knotted rope, "yes, it was arranged by Aunt Fang."

Fang Yuerong?How could she have the guts to change her own menu at will, Bai Xuehui knew that Yun Wanqin's assistant was in favor, her eyes turned cold: "Is that girl in charge?"

The servant girl naturally knew who the maid was in the madam's mouth, swallowed, and stammered again: "Slave, I have asked Aunt Fang's maid, and I heard that it is the menu arranged by the eldest lady, which is suitable for husband and wife's current illness. illness..."

Bai Xuehui's face turned blue, and the corners of her mouth turned into a sneer. This reason is really glamorous. Which patient can bear this kind of food for a long time. It's okay to vomit badly in the past two days. The stomach has been vomited in the past few days, and a little oily flower seed None, I just want to eat some meat to satisfy my cravings, but—but these few dishes made me feel weaker and weaker.

Just as she was annoyed, Bai Xuehui felt that something was wrong, she straightened her body from the couch: "Where is Xiafei, why are you serving?"

The servant girl in front of her was hunched over, with a shabby appearance, and a runny nose when she spoke. She was A Tao, the rough envoy of the boiler room in the house. Due to premature birth, she was a little mentally handicapped. She was usually clumsy and stammered.

Atao groaned and chirped: "The former Tianfu, the mansion streamlined the manpower, Xiafei was, was sold out..."

Bai Xuehui squeezed the quilt tightly, needless to say, it was that little bitch who made the decision again!
It's okay to send away the clever and flattering maid, and find a slightly more useful maid, but to use this half-fool for myself is to cut off my own wings.

Not long after she was ill, the little hoof took advantage of that concubine to occupy her backyard.

Bai Xuehui felt uncomfortable listening to this stuttering speech, her already uncomfortable stomach churned again, and she frowned: "Go down, take it all down! Give me something that even dogs won't eat! Roll!"

Swallowing my stomach, I managed to survive until the sun rose the next day.

Bai Xuehui supported her unhealed body. After washing, she dressed neatly and leaned against the head of the bed, asking someone to bring out a gift for her step-son. It was a green-haired parrot hanging under the beams and pillars. He liked it, and asked A Tao to inquire to see if the young master had entered the city gate, and had he reached the gate of the house.

According to the rules, after Yunjin came back to visit the master, she would definitely greet her stepmother first, and the master might come along with her.

At that time, she will come to a touching scene of reunion after a long absence, to grab the master's heart again, and then she will talk about Yun Wanqin and Fang Yuerong's gangsters together to add fuel to her grievances!
It was three poles high in the sun, and footsteps finally came from outside the door curtain.

Bai Xuehui leaned on the back of the bed, her butt hurt from sitting, and the expression that had been brewing for a while almost caused her face to cramp. When she heard the sound of footsteps, she sat up suddenly, and quickly splashed the pearl powder on her cheeks. It made her face look more and more pitifully pale, and she shed some tears along the way, but when she looked up, it was A Tao who came in through the curtain.

"Young... Where's the young master?" Bai Xuehui growled.

"Old, master said he was afraid that the young master would be overwhelmed by the madam, so he won't come here for a few days. Let's talk when the madam is better." A Tao wiped his nose, "Missy, and happened to be moving to the young master's room." In the west courtyard, he said that there were some personal belongings that the young master needed to check by himself, so he invited the young master away later."

Move the hospital!The master asked Yun Wanqin to take care of him temporarily, it was probably out of anger, she was too busy to do it.

Bai Xuehui's hands trembled, and the tea set on the small table by the couch fell to the ground with a bang.

West yard, patio, cool breeze and fragrance of flowers.

Stone table round piers, rockery powder walls, flower gardens and lawns are unique and exquisite everywhere, and they are intentionally arranged at first glance.

Under the precarious green frame, Yun Wanqin sat for a while, and saw Qiao Geer leading Yun Jin back.

The boy who is not yet ten years old still has a childish look on his face, but his facial features are already bright and brilliant.

She leaned forward slightly, her eyes unconsciously clouded with mist: "Jin Zhong."

The last time I saw my younger brother was before I got married in my previous life.

At that time, Yunjin was heavy, and Bai Xuehui had raised his temper to be very tricky. He was a child of Gaoliang, knew a lot of drinking and meat friends, spent money with his family, and had to quarrel with his father every few days. Every time Yun Xuanchang was provoked to lose his temper, and then Bai Xuehui acted as a good old man from the sidelines, saying things that were neither yin nor yang, lukewarm, which made Yun Xuanchang favor the Bai family even more, and hated his son even more. People are still ignorant, and only think of their stepmother as protecting them.

The day before the wedding, when the siblings were getting along in private, Yun Wanqin held her younger brother's hand: "The only thing my sister is worried about is you, you have to pack your mind, study hard, and stop messing around with those cronies, let alone being with your father." Go ahead."

Yun Jinzhong yawned, his face looked very tired, he was in the prime of his life, but he was very thin, his face was a bit haggard blue, and he moved his hand impatiently: "Sister, when did I not study hard?" Oh, when did you mess around! My mother always only praised me, and you only bury me, isn't it possible that I, as a younger brother, is so unbearable in your heart?"

At that time, Yun Wanqin didn't know that at this time, Yun Jin had already become addicted to Wushisan. People who took Wushisan were like flying in the clouds and intoxicated. I lost my mind, and my relatives didn't recognize me.

Yun Jinzhong has developed from sucking every month to sucking every day.

And it was a friend of his who lured Yun Jin to take drugs again.That man was a well-known playboy, and even the sons of officials with a little bit of talent would not approach him.

And this person was precisely introduced by Bai Xuehui to the stepson on purpose.

Yun Jinzhong later found out that his stepmother was serious about his wife, and that his downfall was all thanks to his stepmother, and he once cheered up, but the impression that he had been corrupted in front of his father was hard to get back.

At that time, Bai Xuehui had already given birth to another son for Yun Xuanchang. In order to fight for the property, she resorted to more ruthless methods, and used a family theft to frame Yun Jinzhong, and asked Yun Xuanchang to remove his name from the family tree and drive him away. After leaving the house, this thorn in my side was completely removed from now on.

Two months before she died of illness in her previous life, Yun Wanqin received a letter.

There are only four blood-red characters on it: I regret it.

But there are a few small words behind: I'm sorry, sister.

Crooked, it seems to be full of guilt for being shameless.

Tears flowed down her cheeks. Yun Wanqin didn't know what kind of environment Yun Jinzhong wrote these words in. I only heard that the last time someone saw Yun Jinzhong was in a back alley where beggars lived. The young master, with an unshaven beard, didn't even have a thick jacket to shelter from the cold in winter, and squatted in a corner with his hands folded, his eyes wide open...

(End of this chapter)