After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Mrs. Zheng, who was waiting at the door, had sweat on the tip of her nose.

She came from the Jiang Mansion and was part of the young lady's dowry.

Of course, he wanted the young lady to get pregnant soon to consolidate his position.

"Is that you?" Xie Yunji asked.

Mother Zheng nodded and walked forward a few steps. "Young Madam has been sleeping a lot and eating little recently. I think my daughter-in-law is pregnant..."

Before she could finish, the bonsai ornament in the official kiln green glaze square flowerpot under the window hit her nose directly.

The sound of bones breaking was eerie in the silent night. Before Mother Zheng could scream, a secret guard who jumped down from nowhere covered her mouth, and blood dripped from between the guard's fingers.

Xie Yunji said angrily: "The people in my room must abide by the rules of my room. Since you can't recognize who is the master, you don't have to serve in Liufeng Courtyard. Get out!"

If she hadn't taken the initiative to ask the court doctor, this wouldn't have happened!

Mother Zheng was dragged into darkness by the secret guards.

Seeing that he was relieved, Molan reminded him, "Last time, the maid named Caiwei was paired with a groom. If this old woman is dealt with quietly, I'm afraid the young lady will be suspicious."

Xie Yunji sighed, "Forget it, just teach him a lesson and wait outside the courtyard from now on."

*

The sun is shining brightly in spring, which is a good time to put away or discard old items.

"Young Madam?" Handan looked at the dazed Song Nihuan and reminded her, "Is this useful? Should I put it away?"

The young lady stared at the white bottle in her hand in a daze for a long time.

Ever since Caiwei left, Handan has become alert.

Before doing anything, you have to ask the owner first. For example, when you take out old things to dry in spring, you suddenly find a white porcelain bottle in a wooden box.

The porcelain bottle is made of sweet white glaze, and when you open it you smell a bitter medicinal smell.

It doesn't look like an ordinary object, so I don't dare to throw it away casually. I have to ask before I can be safe.

The Xie family has strict rules and you cannot make even the slightest mistake.

Previously, Caiwei was paired with a groom, and after becoming his wife, she never showed up again.

Yes, before she got married, she was the young lady's dowry maid and could move around the mansion freely.

Now, if she is married to a groom, she is the groom's wife. Whose groom's wife can be in front of the young lady...

Seeing that Song Nihuan still didn't speak, Handan reminded, "Young Madam?"

The bottle was already covered with dust in the wooden box, and inside it was the most important thing to her in the past.

In just this one year, my mood has completely changed.

I haven't thought about this for a long time.

The smiling face of the silver-haired young man flashed through my mind... He is a man with a cold exterior but a warm heart.

Behind the young lady hung a newly mounted brocade painting. In the sunlight coming in from the window, the mountains, rocks and pavilions in the painting were vividly lifelike, echoing the beauty. For a moment, it was difficult to distinguish the real from the imaginary. The brilliance of the brocade made her look peaceful and elegant.

There is none of the frivolous timidity of a year ago.

Handan was dazed as she watched, and found that the Young Lady and the Young Master were becoming more and more alike.

Song Nihuan put the white bottle into the wooden box, thought for a moment, and said, "Put it away."

Put it away together with those things that you won’t use for a long time, let it be covered in dust over the years, and eventually disappear from your memory.

"Yes, Madam." Handan was about to leave after packing her box when the Madam called her back.

Song Nihuan's eyebrows were calm and gentle, and she instructed, "There will be a lot of sacrifices recently, and it is inconvenient for me to go. You can go and do your part for my uncle."

Handan was just about to ask who her "uncle" was when she remembered that she seemed to have heard of him while eating melon seeds and chatting with the maids in the mansion. There was a second son in the eldest branch of the Xie family, but unfortunately he died in an earthquake a year ago.

It's also pitiful.

The incense, candle and yellow paper shop has been doing very good business recently.

Last year, an earthquake suddenly occurred on a spring day like this.

The earthquake took away too many people.

It’s been a year, and the anniversary of Hun Xi’s return is a big day.

There was a sense of solemnity and sadness on the bustling streets of Yunjing.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye it was May.

The most prosperous Tianqiao Street Market in Yunjing was the place that Song Nihuan was once most familiar with.

At that time, Fu Rao Ting was located in the very center. It was a land of gentleness in the eyes of the nobles and a den of gold in the eyes of the poor.

It is also a pit of fire that those girls who have the same experience as her find difficult to escape.

But now, the place where the Fu Rao Courtyard was originally located has been razed to the ground, and the people who come and go seem to have completely forgotten how luxurious and glorious it once was.

Song Nihuan lowered the curtain in Xie's carriage and sighed.

People's fortune is really amazing.

She once wanted to use the elegant name of Mr. Xie to escape from the sea of ​​suffering, but she identified the wrong person. Unexpectedly, after many twists and turns, she still became Xie Yunji's new wife.

Is this God's will?

For example, now she was sitting in Xie's carriage, waiting for her husband to get off work at the Hanlin Academy.

She was no longer the courtesan Qi Huan who was paid thousands of gold for a night of pleasure, but after a year of hard work, learning calligraphy and painting, appreciating poetry and prose, and managing household chores, she had become Xie Yunji's basically qualified wife.

She was willing to change for him, to become the person he liked, and to become a better version of herself.

Thinking of this, she lifted the curtain of the car for some unknown reason. The figure in front of her was blurry, and she seemed to see the silver-haired young man resolutely taking her away from Furaoting.

She still remembers how she felt at that time, risking everything on one throw.

She vaguely felt that something in her heart was about to break free, as if it was about to jump out and break all the peace.

The crowded streets in front of her and the shouting and hawking of vendors brought her back to reality.

Song Nihuan closed the carriage curtain, feeling inexplicably guilty, and ordered, "Let's go and see if the young master has finished his duty."

I made an appointment with Xie Yunji early this morning to go to Tianqiao Night Market together after he gets off work.

After a while, the car entered a small alley and the noise gradually faded.

The Hanlin Academy is located in a quiet place in the middle of a hustle and bustle. It is neither close to the downtown area nor far from the imperial palace, which makes it very convenient for the Hanlin scholars to enter the palace to answer questions from the emperor.

The guard standing by saw the Xie family emblem on the carriage and let it pass without even checking.

The Hanlin Academy did not allow outsiders to enter, so the carriage was parked nearby. Song Nihuan sat in the carriage and lifted the curtain, and saw the place of literature and wisdom that so many scholars longed for.

The woman in the carriage revealed half of her face, and her profile was like a person in a painting. The guards guarding the gate were stunned. After a while, they came to their senses and there was a complicated look on their faces, as if they were sighing or feeling regretful.

When Song Ni was about to fall asleep happily, the curtain of the carriage was lifted. Xie Yunji sat on the carriage and gently placed her head on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead lovingly, "Have you been waiting for a long time? Something delayed you..."

"No, I didn't wait long." She smiled. She felt happy to see him and wanted to smile at him. "It's not dark yet. The night market will look better when the lights are on."

She came close to him, her soft hair touching his neck, a refreshing fragrance coming over him, and her whole body was soft and sweet.

The unhappiness just now faded away, and his heart gradually calmed down. This was the wife he was familiar with.