Concubine Mi in the Qing Dynasty

Chapter 1

Recently, Wang Miheng has been strangely trapped in the same dream.

In the picture, a young woman dressed in classic clothes appears. She is pressing a little girl about five years old on a bench, and she is holding a long and narrow strip of cloth wrapped around the girl's slender ankle layer by layer. Come on, "Mi'er, don't be afraid, it's best to wrap your feet at your age, and mother is like this too."

As the cloth belt tightened, the girl yelled and curled up her whole body, "Don't...don't...mother, it hurts..."

"Mi'er, be good, this way you will marry a good husband." The woman beside her hugged the girl's small body, coaxing softly in her ear.

What followed was still a low whimper, repeated over and over again in her mind.

She felt very hot in her sleep, the lingering heat on her cheeks made her feel very uncomfortable, and the little loli who kept screaming because of the pain tortured her ears time and time again.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and the light yellow light shone in her eyes.The place where you can see is an extremely old room, with various intricate patterns carved on the bedposts, a gauze curtain embroidered with dark patterns of plum blossoms on top of the head, and an exquisitely crafted small incense burner on the desk covered with brocade silk. Wisps of white smoke slowly rose in the air.

Wang Miheng felt a little uneasy in his heart, when could dreams be so real?

At this time, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the door, and the moment the door was pushed open, Wang Miheng turned his head and looked over.

"Mi'er, you're awake!" The young woman ran over staggeringly with small steps, and hugged her in her arms, "My Mi'er is really awake!"

She hugged her tightly in her arms, as if she would disappear as soon as she let go, this kind of touch is so real.

She shivered all over, and looked around the room again, none of which were familiar to her.

"Mother, don't cry, Mi'er is fine." Wang Miheng moved his lips, and finally recovered his voice. At the same time, a strange and immature little girl rang voice.

Wang Miheng's heart tightened, showing an expression about to cry, and somehow crossed over, God, at least let's say hello in advance, shall we?
The days of recuperation are naturally extraordinarily leisurely, drinking medicine and sleeping all day long, listening to the little maid beside him chatting about interesting things in the mansion. After living for more than 20 years, it is the first time for Wang Miheng to enjoy this kind of clothes to eat with his hands Living with an open-mouthed rice worm, this feeling is really wonderful!
In less than half a month, Wang Miheng has gradually figured out the situation here.

It is now the 21st year of Kangxi, and San Francisco has been pacified.

Yuanshen's father was a seventh-rank magistrate in front of him, and he was a Han Chinese.Although the county magistrate is in the lower ranks, he also manages 10 people in Suzhou.On weekdays, I am mainly responsible for trivial tasks such as collecting taxes, and I don’t see each other every day when I am busy.

Mother Huang is an authentic Jiangnan woman, she speaks softly and loves her only daughter even more.Because of this, I thought about wrapping up my daughter's feet.

When the Manchus entered the customs, Emperor Shunzhi and Emperor Kangxi successively issued edicts to prohibit footbinding, but most Han people still used to bind their feet secretly. After all, for most Han women, they have a pair of slender feet, so they can betrothed to others .Mrs. Huang was only thinking about her daughter, but she never expected that after just a day of entanglement, her daughter became seriously ill with a fever and fell into a coma. Then, Wang Miheng replaced the original owner.

Fortunately, with the previous lesson, Huang never brought up this matter again. Just imagine, letting a modern person who has received an orthodox education endure such cruel and inhumane habits is really not as enjoyable as letting her hit her head to death.

Just as Wang Miheng was thinking, she heard footsteps outside the door. She turned her head and subconsciously wanted to get off the ground. The middle-aged man strode forward. His arms were very strong, and he hugged her skillfully.

"Come on, let Wei father take a good look at my precious daughter." The middle-aged man put one arm around her waist and looked at her lovingly.

It is not difficult to see that the middle-aged man loves this daughter.

"Master, let Mi'er come down quickly, it's not good for people to see." Seeing that her husband liked her daughter so much, Huang was naturally happy, but when she thought about her poor fortune and not being able to add a son to the Wang family, she couldn't help feeling a little sad.

After living for so many years, Wang Miheng naturally knew that if he wanted to live a good life, he had to hug the big tree of his father tightly, and immediately showed a sweet smile, matched with those big bright eyes and soft body , it is really a take-all for men and women.

"What's the matter? Although I, Mr. Wang, have no children, but having such a clever and lovely daughter as Mi'er, this life is not in vain!"

It has to be said that in this ancient time where scumbags are everywhere, my father is indeed a rare good man, he does not put on airs, does not accept concubines, and his only hobby is calligraphy, which is almost regarded as his lifelong pleasure.

Perhaps, because of this, my father was able to stay in a small seventh-rank official position for seven years, and he enjoyed it.

Time passed quickly, and it was the 28th year of Kangxi in a blink of an eye. Wang Miheng also grew from a young lolita to a slim girl. At the last stitch, Wang Miheng cut the thread, admiring his masterpiece with eyes full of intoxication.

Facts have proved that under certain circumstances, modern female men can also be broken into ancient ladies who are proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

However, in retrospect, it was definitely a history of blood and tears that a little loli could not bear to look back on!
That's right, Wang Miheng knows a lot of things with just one click, and his mastery of calligraphy and chess made his father, who has been studying on this road for many years, start to reflect on himself deeply. Yes, Wang Miheng was dumbfounded: "Is that the god Ma Dongdong?"

Let's talk about this picture of "mandarin ducks playing in the water", God testifies, she really just succumbed to the threat of her own mother and did it as a last resort!To put it simply, with her style, even if she wants to embroider this theme, it shouldn't be mandarin ducks, water, or whatever. She can consider it when she looks at the majestic lion at the door.

Wanting to ask how a female man became a good girl, the corners of Wang Miheng's mouth couldn't help twitching again and again.

"Mi'er, you don't have your feet bound anymore. If you don't study embroidery hard, what will you do in the future?" Whenever there are two villains fighting in Wang Miheng's head, and the villain who insists on running away wins the upper hand, he will be able to embroider immediately. Seeing my own mother crying and crying almost died here.

Everyone has a nature of pity and tenderness, and his mother is so kind to him, so Wang Miheng is so cruel that he makes himself do nothing under the embroidery needles that are tied for two days and three days. for so many years.

Oh my God, how many times did she want to tell her mother: "Dear mother, you have really been fooled, in fact, a good girl is a girl who doesn't bind her feet!" Looking at his mother's soft and weak appearance, Wang Miheng felt that it would be better not to let her mother suffer such a big blow.

You know, not everyone can be like her, who can exert the vitality of weeds even after the world has been turned upside down.

"What are you thinking, girl?" A voice full of helplessness came to his ears, and Wang Miheng slowly moved his hand on his chin, raised his head, and saw his mother at a glance. Standing there smiling.

"Father, isn't Xiu Mu today? How can mother still think of her daughter?" Wang Miheng looked at his mother's smooth, delicate and red skin, and while feeling the power of the spring water in the space, he teased with a smile .

In fact, Huang didn't know that the tea she drank on weekdays had been replaced by the spring water in the space by her daughter, and she only thought that the changes in herself were due to taking a few medicines to recuperate.

Maybe it was because of the welfare of Qing Chuannv, Wang Miheng had a space bracelet, but when she recognized the owner of the bracelet with blood, it disappeared and could only be awakened with thoughts.

"You, it's time to ask someone to discipline you in a few days." Mrs. Huang said angrily while putting the snacks in her hand on the table.

Before she finished speaking, she saw the daughter in front of her with a look of wanting to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and she knew how much weight her words had in her heart.

It is said that a loving mother often loses her children, but if there is a loving father in this family who obeys his daughter in everything, what should we do?Huang was very worried.

Seeing his mother's expression, Wang Miheng leaned closer, pinching the dim sum with two fingers, "Mother, how do you know that Mi'er wants to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake right now? It's so predictable!"

Mrs. Huang let out a chuckle, stretched out her finger and tapped her forehead: "I don't know if you are a god or not. I just want to remind you that it is better for girls to study hard at home. Don't run around to the academy. In the room Those books are not enough for you to read? Mother should tell me that a woman’s lack of talent is virtue, and it’s enough to read the women’s ring on weekdays. What are you spending so much time on?”

In Huang's heart, she doesn't really want her daughter to waste her time on reading and writing. In her opinion, it is most appropriate to learn from female celebrities and find a good family in the future.

Wang Miheng twitched the corners of his mouth when he heard the words, and just about to speak, he saw the housekeeper Fu Bo hurried in.

Wang Miheng asked with puzzled eyes: "What happened?" In her impression, Uncle Fu had never been so flustered.

"Miss, just now the magistrate came and said that the emperor is going on a tour to the south and will arrive in Suzhou tomorrow. All officials of the seventh rank and above will appeal before the imperial court. Are you worried right now?"

"What? Your Majesty!" Hearing this, Huang grabbed her daughter's hand nervously, her body trembling slightly.

When Wang Miheng heard Kangxi's southern tour all of a sudden, she suddenly felt uneasy for some reason, but she hurried to the study with Mrs. Huang before she had time to think about it.

(End of this chapter)