Feminine idle prince and handsome husband

Chapter 818 867. Being Calculated and Envied in the Wing Room

In the final analysis, Liu Ruxue was a little frustrated. She wanted to get rid of her grandson Fengya and thought he was a stumbling block, but just now she made this stumbling block no longer a threat to her, and another side Fujin came, who was still the prince of another country, and she was so seductive.

In Liu Ruxue's heart, it's not only that jealousy has risen to the point of jealousy and hatred, but also that his joyful mood just now is like being poured cold water on his head, but now the prince is newly married again, and the freshness is very warm, yes That Qingyao is very caring and often sticks together and can't find a chance to make a move, so he can only wait first.

But with the anger and jealousy in his heart, he had to find someone to vent his anger on first. The eldest grandson Fengya, who had been left in the cold by the lord, was no longer his biggest enemy, but at the right time, the eldest grandson Fengya was also the most downcast person. The saying that a phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken is really practical.

So he could only add fuel to the flames to make Changsun Fengya even more isolated and helpless to the end, not for any other reason but because he felt happy in his heart.

The servants in the palace all go to bed at the prescribed time, and when they wake up at the prescribed time, everyone will go to clean up according to the division of labor. Only tonight, when the grandson Fengya returned to the bed, she felt a little damp and cold, so she lifted the quilt. Looking at the bottom layer of the mattress, there is a large piece of water stains and traces of tea leaves. It is obvious that someone has spilled a large cup of tea.

Originally, the servant in the house had no one to talk to him, and he never looked for other people’s bad luck. In the past, no one paid attention to him, so he just lived by himself, but it was still cold today, and the quilt and mattress were all cleaned up by tea. It won't work if it's wet at night.

Some people in this wing room had two sets of quilts, which were sent by their family members for changing and washing, so he thought he might as well ask to borrow them.

"Brothers and brothers, does anyone have extra quilts, can you lend me some of my quilts, which have been overturned by some brother's water and made it wet?"

At this time, a bitter and mean voice came from nowhere: "This is the problem of my clumsiness. That is to say, I am clumsy. I used to be the master and was served by us. I can't even warm my quilts by myself.

Just don’t rely on others, is it true that you masters have to rely on the slaves for whatever wrong or bad things you have done, counting us and punishing us to relieve your anger.”

There will always be some resentful slaves in the palace, and there will also be some small bosses, the masters of the yard, or the celebrity servants in front of the master who have a bad temper and punish them and scold them, all of them are young. In this job of serving people, it is inevitable to have resentment when meeting someone who is not easy to serve.

This embellished rhetoric seemed to resonate with most of the servants who lived in the West Wing.

"When you were a master, you got used to serving people. Now you are a slave like us and you don't have to serve others, just do it yourself. Don't make any troubles. Everyone does heavy work during the day. It's not as good as you can hide and relax. We are all tired. Very sleepy, I turned on the light and fell asleep."

After the man finished speaking, he blew out the only candle in one breath. After the candle was extinguished, the room was pitch black but he couldn't see anything. Naturally, the people around him wouldn't say anything. dissatisfaction.

However, after the candles were extinguished, each of them lay down in the warm quilts and went to sleep, which could also relieve the fatigue of today's work. The bed that Changsun Fengya touched was too damp and cold, and he would definitely not be able to sleep with such a quilt. But when the candle was extinguished, he couldn't see clearly what he couldn't do, so he curled up on the quilt by himself.

The quilt was too wet to cover, so I could only lie on the dry side and put on my long gown.

　I wonder how everyone is doing during the epidemic?Anyway, I'm stuck in my hometown crying~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)