37 years old, I became a harem concubine

Chen Miaoyi also dreamed of holding 8000 taels of silver, being favored by the emperor in the palace, and calling the wind and rain, but she was hit in the head the next day.

She stared at the servant who sent the message: "What did you say?"

The servant said honestly: "The old master ordered the young lady to tell the lady that all matters in the house are decided by the wife."

"In addition, Aunt Luo will go to Minghui Hall to copy Buddhist scriptures until the Buddhist scriptures in Minghui Hall are copied."

"Why!!" Chen Miaoyi's face was ferocious, "She was the one who told Dad. On the surface, she pretended to be better than anyone else, but in fact, she is full of men and women who don't know about her and King Xiangjun!"

Aunt Luo pulled her with a pale face: "What are you talking about, do you know what you are talking about!"

Aunt Luo was like a frightened cat, following her servants again and again: "Miss didn't have a good rest last night, she was talking nonsense, I will take her to rest right now."

At this moment, she was so strong that Chen Miaoyi couldn't get rid of it no matter what, she dragged Chen Miaoyi to the inner room while talking.

When she reached the inner room, Chen Miaoyi broke free from her hand: "Are you my mother? Why am I being bullied? You never stand by my side, you only make love inside!"

She was about to go crazy, smashing things and kicking the table, causing a mess on the ground.

Aunt Luo sobbed softly and didn't respond to her words.

"Cry, cry, cry, you know how to cry. If you want to cry, you can cry in front of your father, so that he can feel sorry for you." Chen Miaoyi yelled.

"Master, he...he doesn't like anyone except his wife." Aunt Luo knew very well, if it wasn't for the fact that the wife could not bear children, the master was afraid that the wife would be lonely, and wanted a child to be raised under the wife's lap, how could she have the chance to become a concubine from a maid? .

Just because she knew clearly, she never dared to approach the master, as long as she had food and clothing, she would be content.

She was originally a servant of the Chen family, how could she fight for this and that.

What Chen Miaoyi hated most was her appearance of not daring to fight for anything, and she hated Shen Huan even more.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with asking for money, clothes, or appearance. She was the most promising member of the Chen family, so there was nothing wrong with giving her money.

Even if there were one thousand and ten thousand dissatisfaction, Chen Miaoyi still didn't dare to question Chen Fangyue's words openly, she chewed her teeth and swallowed it in her stomach.

Aunt Luo arrived at Minghui Hall before dawn the next day, and the servants of Minghui Hall led her to the Small Buddha Hall: "All the scriptures in Minghui Hall are here, the old lady asked you to copy slowly, there is no need Tired out."

"Yes, thank you Madam for your understanding." Aunt Luo didn't dare to be lazy, she immediately sat down, added water and ink, rolled up her sleeves and began to copy.

"Aunt Luo is still like this for so many years," Shen Huan said after hearing the servant's report, "Let her go, if she is forced to copy slowly, she will feel uncomfortable."

"Qingzi, pay more attention to the small Buddhist hall on weekdays. Don't shorten the tea, food, and candles. Recently, it has started to cool down early in the morning and evening. It's time to light the charcoal fire. It's deserted and facing the wind, so don't let her give birth. sick."

"Madam isn't angry?" Haruko asked.

Chen Miaoyi's words still leaked out in the mansion, although she dared not discuss it publicly because of her master's identity, her eyes behind her back were a little weird.

Shen Huan looked at her: "She didn't provoke me, what are you doing to be angry with her?"

"Even if it's Chen Miaoyi, it's Chen Miaoyi's own business, it has nothing to do with Aunt Luo."

"Ma'am, what a nice sex."

"I'm not good at sex, I'm just too lazy to ask." Shen Huan looked at the box in Qingzi's hand, and suddenly sat up, "This is Mr. Miaosheng's new words book?!"

Qingzi smiled and put the box on the black lacquered table: "I just bought it from Yi Congshuge. Fortunately, the servant girl ran fast. This is the last set."

Shen Huan smiled openly, opened the box and took out the book, flipping through it preciously: "Good girl, Qingzi will receive an extra month's monthly money this month."

Shen's father has read poetry and books and is quite famous, and Shen's mother is also a talented woman who can write well.

Shen Huan was taught by them personally since she was a child, so it's not bad.

However, he prefers more popular vernacular books on the market than serious poems and books. He has found many interesting vernacular books and piled up most of the room.

This Mr. Miaobi is one of his favorite authors. The love-hate love-hate relationship between ghosts and ghosts of You Shan. Every script is arranged into a drama. It is very popular in the capital. Shen Huan also wants to read it. But there were too many people meeting, and he didn't even know when it was his turn.

With preserved fruit and fragrant tea in hand, I half-lyed on the pillow, watching with relish.

Haruko was doing embroidery and making shoe uppers for him.

The nanny leaned over and took a look: "Baocuilou sent a box of small beads yesterday. They are all good with water head but not very effective. I asked them to grind the holes and wear them into small tassels, forming a circle on the edge of the shoe. .”

Shen Huan came over with the storybook: "It sounds good, what colors are there?"

Seeing that he was interested, the nanny went to find the box, and saw that there were all kinds of jadeite beads in small wooden boxes, the big ones were as big as the tip of a little finger, and the small ones were about the size of soybeans. Ying looks great.

Shen Huan likes these shiny and bright things, and she twisted the beads with sparkling eyes and said to the nanny and Qingzi: "The upper is crescent white, so use silver and white embroidery thread to embroider a cloud pattern, and then light purple. The light blue and light green beads are picked out, regardless of the order, and threaded into small bead strings."

Another idea: "Such a good pair of shoes must have clothes to match. Make a long jacket with a small stand-up collar, plain and plain."

"Then make another skirt." The nanny said with a smile.

Shen Huan made a decision: "Make a horse-face skirt, use the blue color of sky and water, and embroider orchid ganoderma lucidum on the bottom."

In fact, the skirt is better with water pink, but the pink is a little bit overhanging, so it is not suitable for old ladies.

Shen Huan curled her lips, muttering the words "old lady" in her heart.

He never felt old.

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The days passed so unhurriedly. Before Aunt Luo copied the scriptures for a few days, Chen Miaoyi and Chen Tingfang were taken into the palace by the people in the palace. Apart from knowing that one was in Chuxiu Palace and the other was in Xianfu Palace, there was no one else. other news.

In a blink of an eye, it's the Double Ninth Festival.

Shen Huan was discussing with nurse Qingzi what kind of chrysanthemums to make stuffing and steamed chrysanthemum cakes, when Jia came in with a smile on her face: "Old lady, I have something I want to discuss with you, I don't know if it will work."

Shen Huan gestured to her.

Jia Shi sat down on the stool opposite him, said: "It's not that the Double Ninth Festival is coming soon, and some young people are clamoring to go to the suburbs to climb high. When they talk about it, there are many people, but in the end they all have to go."

"I thought that my wife would be in Minghui Hall all day, so I might as well take advantage of this festive season to relax."

"I heard that the Putuo Temple on Lingyun Mountain in the suburbs is very effective. Let's go to worship the Bodhisattva as well."

Shen Huan was fascinated by what she heard, climbing high, Lingyun Mountain, and the Putuo Temple on Lingyun Mountain all sounded very interesting.

But he thought of Huan'er: "You all go, I won't go."

"Before I came, the uncle had already been to the old man's place. The old man said that the whole family will go, and they will come back after finishing their vegetarian food at Putuo Temple."

Shen Huan: "..."

Mrs. Jia: "Old lady, backyard girls like us don't have any chance to go out except when it's a festival. If we don't go this time, we might have to wait until next year."

Shen Huan was moved and nodded in response.

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, after breakfast, the masters of the Chen residence packed up and took their maidservants to the outskirts of the city.

People come and go on the street, the sounds of hawkers and men and women bargaining are intertwined, and the smell of various foods merges into the smell of fireworks.

Shen Huan fished the curtains of the soft sedan chair, staring at them intently, and suddenly saw a few little monkeys punching and rolling under the gesture of the craftsman, so cute that he couldn't help it: "Look, nanny, they are so cute monkeys. "

The craftsman had sharp eyes, and he leaned over here with the monkey, shouting loudly: "Look at the little monkey, look at the little monkey, those who have money will buy money, and those who have no money will buy personal games, my little monkey is very good!" , as long as I give you a copper coin, I can bow to you~"

The little monkey was born nimbly and cute, with two round black eyes that were moist and moist, and was raised fat by the craftsman, like a yellow glutinous rice dumpling.

Shen Huan took out a few gold and silver nudes from her purse, and asked the nanny to give them to the craftsman.

The craftsman stared straight at the gold and silver nudes, and hurriedly bowed to the soft sedan chair to thank him: "Mrs. Xie, Mrs. Xie."

There were a lot of onlookers watching the fun, and few paid for it. It was good luck to earn some food money. These few gold and silver nudes were enough for him to live a peaceful life for a few years.

The little monkey seemed to know it too, imitating his master's example and repeatedly bowing to the soft sedan chair.

Shen Huan couldn't bear it anymore, and half opened the curtain to look at the little monkey. There was a sudden sound of breathing around him, and passers-by looked at his half-hidden face behind the curtain, dumbstruck.

The nanny quickly pulled down the curtain to let the servants who carried the sedan chair go faster.

Neither the master nor the servant knew that someone had already watched them closely in the dark.

The small-eyed, snub-nosed, ordinary-looking man looked at the direction the soft sedan was leaving: "Brother, is that the ticket we're going to tie up this time?"

The two are old people who run this business. Yesterday they received an employer who asked them to tie up a person from Chen Shangshu's residence, and never let the kidnapped person appear in the capital again.

Others would shrink back when they heard the name of the Shangshu Mansion, but they knew that the more wealthy they were, the more they cared about women's fame. The one who was bound died, lest the lintel be dishonored.

Therefore, as soon as they received the employer's money, the two immediately waited on this road according to the information provided by the employer, and found the second soft sedan.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be so stunning.

The bearded man swallowed, "Follow me."

"Ugh!"

The small-eyed man was extremely excited.

For such a thing, the boss will definitely be reluctant to change hands immediately after getting it. If you want to keep it in your hand and play with it well, then you can get some sweetness to taste.

The man licked his lips and followed with strides.

The two looked ordinary, but they shuttled through the crowd like a stream, falling far behind the group of Chen's family like tails.

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