Feminine idle prince and handsome husband

Chapter 645 693. Cold as an ice cellar

"Wouldn't it be superfluous for a concubine to want you and me to stay there, and it will cause people to be bored."

Xi'er pouted when she heard this, "Young master, don't underestimate yourself, what kind of concubine love is it, aren't you also the prince's wishful husband, no different from Fang Fujin."

"I'm just a servant, do you really think there's no difference if he's a side Fujin?"

Xi'er just felt unhappy in her heart, so she defended Liu Ruxue's injustice and said that she didn't think too much about what she said just now, but now that she was asked this question, he didn't know how to answer it.

"Why did the young master say that suddenly? The most important thing is the identity of the prince next to him, isn't he! The prince has always been very kind to the young master."

Even the servants know the truth. Their identities are incomparable. There is an insurmountable gap between them. No matter what the eldest grandson Fengya is, he is a side Fujin and also a husband. He is nothing but a concubine without a name.

"My lord is kind to me, but if she is kind to Fengya and everyone in the palace, that's because the lord himself has affection."

Xi'er used to be quick with her tongue, and defended Liu Ruxue's injustice, but she didn't expect that it would make him even more hurt, so she closed her mouth and bowed her head in silence all the way.

All the way back to Qingshu Pavilion, I feel that the journey is very long. I may not be in a good mood and this snowstorm, stepping back step by step, I feel so cold that my body is about to freeze.

I wasn't in the house just now, there was no one in the house, the charcoal in the stove was burnt out, no one added new ones, and the stove went out.

"Master, I don't want to go to the side room to warm up with the fire first. The slave will heat up the hot stove and the room will be warm."

Looking at the extinguished stove, Liu Xue felt a sense of resentment in her heart. When a person is in a low mood, he can compare himself to everything he sees.

"The charcoal fire in this furnace is gone, so it will go out naturally. It is the same with people. As long as the famous families are down, they will all be scattered. After that, it will all be downhill."

"It's also my fault that the little master is always too kind to the servants, and no one came in to know that I would definitely speak well of them.

Don't even think about those troubles, my lord, I'll go outside and bring in some new charcoal."

"Um……"

The temperature inside the room was the same as the temperature outside, Liu Ruxue didn't take off the thick cloak she was wearing just now, but sat by the window and opened half the window, holding a book but looking at the snow outside without any intention.

Xi'er went to the place where the charcoal fire was placed, only to find that the shed was not tight at all, the snow and the wind were blowing in, the snow melted and turned into water, and the carbon was completely wet...

Xi'er suddenly became angry, thinking that there are more and more lazy servants in this courtyard.It snowed so heavily and no one knew to come out to see if the carbon was safe. Now that it is so humid all of a sudden, if the carbon cannot be dried quickly, it may not light up in two or three days.

Putting down the basket in his hand, he rushed straight to the side room where the servants lived, turned on a stream of heating, and the smell of food was blowing on his face.

The waiters sat around the stove and the stove was burning vigorously, and the food was roasted on the stove. The aroma of the food came out as soon as it was hot.

A sharp-eyed person saw him coming in and hurriedly greeted him, "Brother Xi'er, why did you come to our place? Fortunately, the fire is so hot that brother Wang Xi'er sit down quickly."

Talking about moving the best and softest stool in the room for him to sit on, Xi'er looked at them in a room full of joy and harmony. A group of slaves hid here to enjoy their happiness, but no one cared about the master's slave's wing room. The bedroom of the warm and warm master is very deserted!

(End of this chapter)