It is not easy to be the fourth master's wife

Chapter 1

As soon as it was daylight, the courtyard in the south began to be lively. Zhou Ting frowned and turned over, and Manao asked in her coat, "Master, do you want to get up and see you off?"

Zhou Ting didn't answer after waiting for a long time, Ma Nao sighed and lay down again.

Zhou Ting couldn't fall asleep anymore, she stared at the stone-blue curtain above her head with her eyes open. She turned out to be an older leftover woman who was doing advertising planning, worked overtime and stayed up late for a few days and fell asleep.

When she woke up again, she arrived here, and she wore it on Si Fujin, whose son had just died. Zhou Ting sighed, how will she live the rest of her life?

Manao heard her sigh, her nose was sour and her tears were about to flow, she endured it for a long time before opening her mouth: "Master, don't be too sad, those... can't beat the master anyway. Besides, there is still a big general here Woolen cloth."

Zhou Ting simply sat up, and before she could put on her own clothes, Manao put one on for her and sat on the couch beside the bed and talked to her: "Master is not comfortable, but don't vent your anger on your own body. Well, wrap your body around the master, and having another little elder brother is better than nothing."

It is true to say so, but Zhou Ting has also understood these days that the life of the original owner is really not good, it is true that she is the eldest wife, and it is true that she is the most respected, but her husband does not enter her yard for a few days. back.

She had to take care of food, drink and find a concubine for her husband. She had nothing to complain about, and her own son died of illness.And look at the guy with the title of husband, he was sad for half a month, and then he started to drill into the side's house again, and one of them was pregnant.Sick and angry, he let go and left.

She was probably exhausted. She was sad and hopeless after her son died. She didn't love her son. After her son died, she still had to support her body to take care of her body. There were so many people in the house who wanted her Don't mind, treating guests and giving gifts outside the house won't stop just because she's sick.

In the past few days, Zhou Ting has been lying on the bed and watched her whole life like a movie in her head. She got married at the age of twelve or thirteen, her husband was seven or eight years older than her, and she had two children as soon as she entered the house. cheap mother.

Aside from the darkness of her eyes, there are also two side clans who are circling around the house, one sings red face and the other sings bad face, she gritted her teeth and turned the situation around, her face was gained, but her favor was gone. Obviously she was the first wife but she became the later one.

It is not easy for women to live in any era...

Manao was flustered seeing her sitting still and not talking: "Master? Master?" Zhou Ting reacted and looked at her with a wooden face, and Manao came down without holding back her tears: "Master, please be at ease... ..." I couldn't speak anymore because I was sobbing, because I really felt sorry for her.

Zhou Ting patted her hand to comfort her: "Don't cry, don't cry, as I told you, the general is still ahead, they can't beat me no matter what, I will live my life well."

I have died from overwork in my previous life, so I have to live again so easily that I have to die again.It turns out that death from overwork can be reported on the news at least to attract attention, but dying from exhaustion here can't get anything.

Zhou Ting took a deep breath, how could life be so bad, as long as she didn't make trouble, who could kill her, the original owner became the queen.

Thinking of this, she squeezed the hand of the onyx: "Get up, comb my hair and change my clothes, and I will send my grandfather off."

Manao laughed, and as she agreed, she ran out and ordered the girl to fetch water and clothes, and quickly dressed Zhou Ting, holding a mirror for Zhou Ting to see.

I'm only 23 or four years old, how come I'm so heartbroken?Zhou Ting looked at a box of Su Jing jewelry, shook her head and said, "It's too plain." Manao thoughtfully took out a pearl hairpin inlaid with sapphires and put it on for her.

After being ill for a few days, her complexion was very ugly. At first Zhou Ting didn't want to use ancient cosmetics, but the person in the mirror was really listless, so Agate put some rouge on her.

After everything was done, he walked to the front hall holding Onyx's hand.

The nominal husband was about to go out and was surprised to see Zhou Ting come out to see him off: "Are you feeling better?"

Zhou Ting lowered her head halfway and didn't dare to look at him: "Thank you for your concern. After sleeping for a few days, my body feels much more relaxed."

"If there is anything you want to eat or drink, send someone to do it. Don't be tired." After speaking, he went out in court clothes.

Li Shi, who followed from the south courtyard, saluted her. Zhou Ting waved her hand without even looking at her: "You are tired too, go rest." Agate supported Zhou Ting's hand and followed behind her Going back to the main room, she walked all the way and said to Zhou Ting: "Look, master, I still care about you."

Zhou Ting smiled and said nothing, how good can a man's thought be to live?Besides, he is still a man who wants to be an emperor, so he has even less energy to distribute to women.It's still the same sentence, as long as she doesn't make a fuss, she can be a queen in peace and stability. If she doesn't have a son, it doesn't matter if she doesn't love her. She has a good reputation of being virtuous and gentle, and no one can touch her.

Zhou Ting's mood improved after she figured it out, and she was ready to live a leisurely and happy life. After being sick for a few days, the room smelled like medicine. She sat in the warm pavilion and asked Ma Nao to take the maid to clean the whole house and open the windows for ventilation. , put in fresh flowers, changed the bed curtain and quilt, and was busy, Pearl came back and said: "Song Gege is here."

"Call her in." Zhou Ting swallowed the scum in her mouth, took a sip of almond tea, and lay still on the kang.

Mrs. Song is more beautiful than Mrs. Li, she greeted her first as soon as she entered the door, and spoke in a soft voice: "Please Fu Jin's peace."

"Sit down." Pearl served tea and snacks and stood aside.

Mrs. Song took a sip of tea, talked about the weather, and praised the hairpin on Zhou Ting's head. After eating another snack, she said why she came here: "Fujin was ill before, and that's why the servant took care of the housework. Now Fujin is fine." Naturally, it should be returned to Fujin."

It's time to sell. The housekeeper's affairs are not only handed over to Mrs. Song, but also to Mrs. Li. One came to hand over the power and the other remained unmoved. Zhou Ting smiled with her mouth pursed: "You have always been a sensible person. Yes, I’m relieved to leave it to you. I know my own body, and if I’m sick, I need to take care of it. You just take care of it.”

Mrs. Song glanced at Zhou Ting unexpectedly, and then smiled with her: "Since Fujin values ​​it, naturally he should do his best."

After Mrs. Song left, Manao came in from outside the house and confessed, "What are you doing here again?"

Manao is the dowry maid. Zhou Ting is lying on the bed and she is busy these days. When she hears her question, she laughs: "I am busy, they have no reason to be idle." She is not stupid, she is exhausted No matter how well they do it, they can’t take her position. The trouble is that their merits belong to her. If they don’t do well, they can’t be used. If they do well, they can teach others. What's wrong with enjoying leisure.

Manao frowned: "But what if something happens to them?"

Zhou Tingguang smiled but didn't speak.

The nominal husband came at night, this time Zhou Ting saw it clearly, about 30 years old, with a white face and long eyes, wearing a blue silk shirt and looking very serious, her heart was pounding, he was ready to be a husband The responsibility came?
"Grandpa drink tea." She pushed the cup towards him.

He picked it up and took a sip, stroking the side of the tea cover with his thumb, the two sat with big eyes on each other, and the fragrance of pine needles in the room wafted layer by layer: "You have nothing to say?"

Zhou Ting couldn't figure it out, what should she say?The room fell silent again.

He didn't speak and Zhou Ting didn't dare to speak. She lowered her head and pinched the handkerchief nervously. Finally, he coughed: "You should have a good rest, I still have work to do."

Afraid that you have no official duties, Zhou Tingsong sent him to the door, regardless of whether he was a real official or a "fake" official, closed the door and locked it, and turned on the light to sleep.

(End of this chapter)