My Empress is My Bad Girl

Mother Qi smiled hurriedly: "This is what it should be. I'll help the girl clean up."

Where can Leng Rushuang let her do something, busy holding her arm, sitting by the table, and smilingly said: "No, you are old, just sit with peace of mind, and I will clean up after a cup of tea. "

In recent years, there was no mistress in the palace of Qin, except for the housekeeper, the affairs of the palace were basically taken care of by Mother Qi.

She served King Qin when he was in the palace when he was young. Later, he followed from the palace to the palace of the King of Qin and served King Qin for more than 30 years. In King Qin's heart, he was comparable to his mother.

King Qin wouldn't ask her to do anything, and Leng Rushuang was even more afraid.

She made the tea with her own hands, held it in her hand and brought it to Mother Qi, then brought her snacks, and said with a smile: "Mother, you taste it and have a sip of tea. I'll get it soon."

Grandma Qi smiled and said, "Don't worry, the girl cleans up slowly. The old lady waits."

Leng Rushuang turned and went to the backyard.

In fact, what should be cleaned up has already been cleaned up.

Regarding the matter of getting married, it was not a decision made on impulse, but a decision made after many days of tossing and thinking.

After marrying, she will continue to run this inn.

The people in Xu Hu's family are simple. The two children are also old and sensible. She doesn't need to take care of them. As for herself, she was not too young anymore, and she didn't think about having children. In the next few decades, there will always be something to do.

But I can't live here for sure.

All that should be taken away have been packed in the cage.

The bedroom I was familiar with in the past became empty.

She walked around the room, and finally stopped at the table, opened the drawer, and took out an exquisite red sandalwood box with gold rim.

Open the box. Inside is a stack of letters.

She sat down by the bed holding the box, took out a letter and unfolded it.

The handwriting on the envelope is astonishing, elegant and agile.

It's hard to imagine that such a good word that flutters freely came from the hands of a cold and indifferent person like King Qin.

Leng Rushuang stared at the handwriting on the letter paper, and the handsome and handsome young man appeared in front of him twenty years ago.

Once, he was also a bright and handsome young man.

If it were not for the calculations and jealousy of the first emperor, he would stay away from his family in his hometown when he was young, stay in the bitter cold place of the border all year round, and fight on the battlefield.

He won't become as cold as he is now.

Without her worry and waiting, he would be even more lonely.

No, it was not her who made him lonely. It was because of the woman he couldn't get.

Leng Rushuang looked at the letter, a drop of tears fell, and the handwriting was engulfed.

She hurriedly took out the veil and carefully wiped away the tears.

But the ink stains inevitably become a little fuzzy.

Leng Rushuang's tears suddenly became turbulent.

The vague handwriting, as if she had decided to split.

She held the letter and cried happily.

After crying, she lit a candle and burned all the dozen letters in the box.

Dispose of the ashes, wipe away tears as cold as frost, tidy up the skirt and hair, lift a burden and go out.

Mother Qi held the teacup and drank it unhurriedly.

"Packed up?" she asked with a smile.

"Okay. The cage is a little heavy, and there are some makeup from the palace."

"It's easy. Just get on the carriage. The rest will be transported safely to the palace." Mother Qi put down the tea cup, stood up, stretched out her hand and laughed, "Girl, let's go."