37 years old, I became a harem concubine

Chen Huiru has been calmer than Chen Tingfang since she was a child, and Yan Shi has thought more than once that if Huiru enters the palace, she will definitely be better than Tingfang, who can only be silly and cheerful.

But God is so fond of teasing people, what you want is not what you want.

The couple didn't stay for dinner, so they chatted for a while and left.

Shen Huan took the nanny and Qingzi and continued to repair the small Buddhist hall.

The days went on like this, the first snow in winter fell for half a month, and the height of someone was so high, the biggest task of the three masters and servants every day was to get the snow off the roof and push the snow in the yard. to the corner.

After the snow stopped, it was a dry and cold day that could freeze people's ears off. Except for the necessary meal time, they all huddled on the bed with two charcoal pots burning in front of the bed and covered with thick quilts.

Even so, Shen Huan still had chilblains on her hands and feet, and her thin white fingers were swollen red and bright. Stretching outside the quilt became colder and worse, and itching inside the quilt. .

Mrs. Wu asked Qingzi to ask Liuzi to cook a piece of thick white meat with lard paste to cure his frostbite.

Haruko went to find Liu Zi, and after Mrs. Wu made breakfast for Shen Huan, she did needlework facing the light outside the window. The thick cotton was pulled into the shape of a hand, and the outside was the leftover material from making winter clothes, with fine stitches running across it. upright.

Shen Huan leaned over to take a look: "It's very similar to the pair I sewed when I was a child."

The nanny smiled: "Back then your hands were small and round like ingots, but now they are different, long and thin."

"I want to be the same as when I was a child, maybe I won't get frostbite, ouch." As she spoke, her itchy and painful hand twitched, and Shen Huan grinned.

It's not that it hurts so much, it's that the feeling of wanting to scratch the flesh is too painful.

No matter how much she felt sorry for Mrs. Wu, she couldn't bear it for him, so she stretched her body and looked towards the gate of the courtyard. By coincidence, Qingzi, who was looking for her sixth son, came back.

Stepping on her shoes, Mrs. Wu hurried up to meet her. When she saw Qingzi who opened the door and came in, her heart trembled: "What's the matter? Is someone chasing you outside?"

Qingzi, whose lips were blue from the cold, put a large piece of white meat on the table: "Madam, aunt, there are people watching us outside."

Shen Huan's expression froze: "See clearly?"

Qingzi nodded fiercely: "I see clearly, I just turned the corner with my things in hand, when I saw a boy lying on our door looking in."

"Then see which yard is the person?"

"No, he took a look inside and left sullenly. The servant stood outside for a long time and didn't see him come back."

Haruko was still a little vigilant, afraid that the person watching her going out would see her, so she stood outside against the cold wind for a long time.

She asked Shen Huan with some fear: "Madam, what does this person want to do? Will he kill us while we are not paying attention?"

"What does he want to do, you can catch him and ask." Shen Huan also wanted to know who sent this person, he said to Wu Shi and Qingzi, "Let's do what we do as usual, as soon as it gets dark , come and catch a turtle in an urn."

Wu Shi and Haruko looked at him and nodded.

With his instructions, Wu Shi tried her best not to think about people who were secretly staring at her, took the white meat to the kitchen, picked off the pig skin and put it away, then cut the white meat into pieces bigger than the thumb, washed the pot and set it on fire, Pour all the white meat into the pot.

The meat Liu Zi bought was good, and as soon as it touched the hot bottom of the pot, oil began to sizzle. After a while, the white meat turned into yellow oily residue, and the smell of oil wafted everywhere.

Wu asked him to sit in front of the stove to warm up, took a small bowl and filled half a bowl of oil residue, added some salt and shook it.

Shen Huan had never eaten this thing before, so she twisted a piece and looked at it: "It smells so good, why haven't people in the house made this before?"

Wu evacuated the firewood that was still burning in the stove to the nest below, added a few pieces of firewood to it, and waited for the oil to cool.

"Rich people don't hesitate to eat this food. They think it's vulgar. Only peasants keep it. Every time they stir-fry, put a few pieces to add some meaty flavor."

Farmers cooking oil is not the same as Wu's. It doesn't matter if the frying is a little burnt, the right way is to get more oil, so the taste is often a bit bitter.

And for the taste of the oil residue, she picked up the browned and browned ones.

"Crack", the crunchy oil residue is chewed in the mouth, and the appetizing oil fragrance bursts in the mouth.

Like a chicken pecking at rice, Shen Huan stuffed one after another into his mouth, and after finishing half a bowl of oily residue, he quickly asked the nanny to store the remaining oily residue.

Seeing his gluttonous appearance, Mrs. Wu would not agree, put the oil residue into the jar in front of his face, and told him to eat with the oil residue while filling it.

After a while, the oil in the pot was cold, so Wu scooped almost all of it out for cooking, then poured the last bit of oil from the bottom of the pot into a bowl, and put ground jasmine powder and Eucommia skin powder in it. , Stir and stir and put it on the windowsill until it solidifies.

This is the lard ointment that can cure chilblains. Although it looks ugly, it is very effective in treating chilblains.

Shen Huan quickly used it. In order to make it heal faster, Wu Shi and Qingzi wrapped cloth strips on the hands and feet that had been applied with a thick layer of lard ointment.

The winter days are short, and the three of them suddenly have not accomplished anything, and the sky has slowly darkened.

The three of them tacitly agreed, and lay down on the bed early according to the time of eating and resting in the past.

But in fact, Shen Huan stuck to their ears: "Later, I will pretend to have a dispute with the nanny, Qingzi, you sneak up to the side of the trail and block his way. Then the three of us will take him away." live."

The only connection between the small Buddhist hall and other courtyards is the narrow path that can only allow two people to pass side by side. Once it is blocked, it is difficult to fly with wings.

After the words fell, the soldiers were divided into two ends. Mrs. Wu lit the oil lamp, held back the "anger" with the oil lamp, opened the door and went out, and stood at the threshold unwillingly and said: "From now on, what kind of clothes does Madam eat and use?" The servant did it, but now I just want a favor from my wife, let the servant's contract of sale be returned, and let the servant live a peaceful old age!"

Shen Huan continued in the room: "It's a positive number for you to serve me. Don't say that you won't agree to return your contract of sale, even if you want to die immediately, it's also an idea I can take."

Seemingly very angry, the sound of things falling to the ground came from the room: "I used to rush to serve each one in Minghui Hall, but now I see that I have fallen into the sky, so I search for other high branches. If I knew you were so unreliable, I would have done it It's time to sell you all!"

"Madam, you have to be reasonable. The servants have served you for so many years, and they have never been half-slack."

In the dead and silent backyard, only the small Buddhist hall can make a sound.

The boy sent by the old housekeeper to keep an eye on him was holding a sheepskin hot water bottle to warm his hands. Hearing the noise of Shen Huan and Wu Shi, he groped towards the corner of the wall.

After hearing what the master and servant were arguing about, they clicked their lips.

It is said that the Wu family next to the old lady is the most loyal. After coming to the Little Buddha Hall for a month, he still shows his true colors. This person is not the same, and the love and righteousness he talks about every day is deceiving.

The boy pricked up his ears and listened for a while, then clutched his stomach with the sheepskin hot water bottle, heyed and turned to leave.

Unexpectedly, he stumbled over something under his feet, fell to the ground, and before he got up, Qingzi, who had prepared a long time ago, sat firmly on his back: "Madam, come quickly, catch it!"

The little guy is out of his wits, he's been tricked!

He desperately lifted Haruko on his back, got up and rushed towards the front yard.

But when I came here, the smooth and smooth path was piled up with some miscellaneous things, and I tripped before I took a few steps.

With this time, Shen Huan and Wu Shi, who had sung a scene, arrived, tied the boy's hands, and tied him into the small Buddhist hall.

The dimly lit oil lamp was lit and placed on the table.

As soon as Shen Huan saw this boy, she recognized him: "Chen Fangyue sent you here?"

Chen Fangyue didn't like to make faces, and the people with their identities were all old people. This boy, Shen Huan, had seen him before, and he ran errands for Chen Fangyue. He used to send things to Minghui Hall.

The young servant's legs were already weak, and he stammered and said: "I beg the old lady to spare the little one, the little one has never done anything to harm you."

"It seems that Chen Fangyue didn't ask you to come." Shen Huan looked at the servant who had a panicked expression for a moment, "If he asked you to come, you wouldn't be afraid of being caught by me at all, with the biggest master in the mansion backing you up, Isn't the waist so soft?"

"Then, which master sent you here?"

The little servant didn't know where to cry: "Don't embarrass me, old lady. I said that I'm afraid I'll be kicked out of the house tomorrow. I beg old lady to give me a way out."

Shen Huan's eyes gradually cooled down: "It's really interesting, you are a thief, you turn around and ask us who are being spied on to survive?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't say it. I will pour a basin of cold water on you tonight and throw it in the yard overnight. If you are still alive tomorrow morning, you can take it to the front yard and announce all the good things you have done. public."

"A servant sneaked into the backyard where there are many female relatives. It is the Lord's mercy to beat you to death."

He didn't say a word, and there were a few more beads of sweat on the boy's face. It was like being fished out of the water in the cold winter.

Suddenly, the young servant cried and said: "Old lady, it's not that the little one wanted to disturb your peace, but someone from above ordered it, and the little one had to do it."

"Which one is up?"

"...Yes... the big housekeeper asked the little one to come, and told the little one to keep an eye on the old lady and the servants around you, and report any abnormalities."

As Shen Huan said, he was a servant who ran to the backyard without sleep in the middle of the night, and he deserved to be beaten to death, so he could only tell the truth.

But he was also afraid of the big housekeeper's way of managing people, so the little servant begged: "Old lady, the little one didn't lie, but the big butler asked the little one to come. You see, for the sake of me not deceiving, can you treat me as an old lady tonight?" Nothing happened."

Shen Huan didn't speak, and asked after a while: "What did you report?"

"It's all...all reported..."

"So, he already knows that the six sons guarding the gate brought me something, and the second wife and the second master came to visit me."

"Yes……"

The little servant was afraid that Shen Huan would get angry, so he hurriedly said: "The butler was not happy when the young one reported it. I think it was because he was worried about how the old lady would live here, so he sent the young one here. The old lady doesn't have to worry too much."

Shen Huan didn't believe these nonsense, and he didn't know why. From the day he entered the door, he clearly felt that the old servant didn't have much respect for him.

People didn't like him, so Shen Huan didn't go there, but he didn't expect that the housekeeper would send someone to watch him.

What does he want to do?

still is……

Many things swirled in her mind, but Shen Huan remained silent.

Looking at the boy kneeling on the ground, he said: "I can do what you said, not to tell about what happened tonight, but there is one condition."

Hearing that he was able to walk out of the small Buddhist hall in one piece, the boy had the idea that he would agree to whatever request he had, and he patted his chest: "Old lady, you said, as long as the little one can do it, the little one will definitely do it." .”

Shen Huan: "From now on, before you go to report, you have to come to me and tell me the content of the report. You can report to him only after I nod."

"This……"

Isn't this two-faced?

Shen Huan continued: "Of course, I won't treat you badly by letting you do things. You take this, it's our reward for your first transaction."

Shen Huan took out a small handful of golden beans from the pouch at her waist, and asked Qingzi to put it in the palm of the servant.

The shiny golden beans almost dazzled the young man's eyes under the dimly lit oil lamp. He had never received so much money before, and it was still gold.

One tael of gold and ten taels of silver are worth his monthly bill for several years.

For a moment, he seemed to have an extra life, and he was not afraid of any big housekeeper anymore.

After giving the reward, Shen Huan slowed down her voice: "Actually, what you will do in the future will be the same as what you did before, but let me listen first."

"The little ones listen to the old lady." The boy thinks this is right. Anyway, the old lady is the most proud person of the old man for so many years. Maybe he will return to Minghui Hall tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, even if the housekeeper finds out that he has done it The grass on both sides of the wall, with the blessing of the old lady, presumably can't do anything to himself.

Most of all, gold, his gold.

Seeing that only the little handful of golden beans was left in the boy's eyes, Shen Huan let him go after beating a few words.

As soon as the person left, Shen Huan sat on the bed, thinking about things quietly.

Mrs. Wu covered him with the quilt, then bent down to blow out the lamp, before it was blown out, Shen Huan turned to look at her, and asked, "Nurse, tell me, who is trying to ruin my reputation and make my life miserable?" okay?

"I don't have a good life, what's the good for them?"

After much deliberation, Shen Huan didn't think that the butler was the one who ordered Mrs. Hong to put drugs in the pickled vegetables and let the spring equinox spread rumors.

He didn't have to.

He is the chief housekeeper of the Chen Mansion, and he is the old lady of the Chen Mansion. The well water does not interfere with the river water. Even if he gets what he wants now, what will he get?

But if it wasn't for him, who else in the mansion could bribe Mrs. Hong and Chun Equinox, and then kill them in succession in Chen's mansion with great fanfare afterwards without showing any traces.

He frowned as he thought about it, and his slender eyebrows became hills.

At the same time, he felt that the people behind it might be more than the last plot.

It's not that safe here.

Wu's fingers lightly landed on his brow, rubbed it carefully, and opened it inch by inch: "Unless it is the Lord of Heaven, otherwise, what people do will definitely show their feet. The servant thinks that the wife is very good now. Everything is quiet, and the moving part is the most conspicuous."

"It's appropriate for my wife to buy that boy. The six sons have been exposed. It's inconvenient for the second mistress and the second master to get involved. He is our best eye now."

"Besides, Madam has forgotten that Mrs. Hong and Chunfen are slaves born in the mansion, and the people who are most familiar with them must be people like them in the mansion."

"They'll always know something we don't."

Shen Huan's frowning eyebrows were completely rubbed away. He lay on his side, holding the nanny's no longer smooth and delicate palm, and pressing it under his face: "You always say that I have grown up, but in fact, I have grown up again with you by my side. Confidence."

"Nurse taught me how to eat, how to walk, and how to talk. Nanny, you have to stay with me for a long time."

Wu Shi smiled very gently and patted his back lightly.

"Okay, the nanny stays with the wife, the nanny is reluctant to part with the wife."

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Holding the nanny's hand last night, Shen Huan realized that the nanny was no longer able to hold him and carry him on her back, her body was not as good as before, and she was not suitable to suffer from the cold here.

She looked at the small Buddhist hall where she had lived for a month, Qingzi and the nanny said: "Find a chance, let's move back to Minghui Hall."

Haruko was very happy. Although she was a slave, she had a better life than the daughter of an ordinary well-off family. These days have given her a hard time.

The nanny was thinking of the other side, she nodded Shen Huan's chest: "Is it okay?"

Shen Huan smiled: "I don't love him."

"He, Chen Fangyue, promised my parents that even though they married me, they would not consummate the house with me. They would treat me like a younger brother in the family and love me. After a hundred years, they would be incensed by his Chen family so that I would not become a lonely ghost. In exchange, my father fought With Qingshan Academy's hundreds of years of reputation and accumulated contacts, I will be a guarantee for him with the emperor, so that he can turn danger into safety."

"It was he who broke his promise first and forcibly consummated the house with me."

Speaking of these nannies' eyes are red, this is the reason why Chen Fangyue married Shen Huan, a bisexual woman with a strange body.

Shen Huan's father is the dean of Qingshan Academy, and is also the No.1 in the world for his calligraphy and painting. Shen Huan, Shen Huan's father did not remarry.

If Shen Huan's father hadn't been terminally ill and knew he was going to die soon, he wouldn't have been moved by Chen Fangyue, who was in the whirlpool at that time and almost died at every step.

Chen Fangyue is indeed extremely talented, and agrees with Shen Huan's father Shen Yushen's political views, so after Chen Fangyue proposed to protect Shen Huan after his death and take care of their mother and child, Shen Yushen decided not to use Qingshan Academy's reputation and reputation for hundreds of years. The network of contacts formed by his disciples helped Chen Fangyue suppress the other forces that suppressed him at that time.

When the two first got married, Chen Fangyue really regarded him as a relative. Apart from eating and lodging together, Shen Huan could bear it when she missed her parents.

But everything happened when Chen Fangyue got drunk and forcibly made a difference from the night he consummated the room.

He is getting more and more strange.

He didn't allow Shen Huan to go out.

He had to see Shen Huan when he came back.

Sometimes he would look at Shen Huan and say that his eyes were beautiful, but they were not the ones he wanted.

At that time, Shen Huan was still afraid that he would goug her own eyes, and in the end, after getting him drunk on purpose, he said that Shen Huan's eyes were too cold, and why Shen Huan didn't like him.

When he said this, he was as drunk as mud and fell to the ground. Shen Huan sat on the stool and looked at him, suddenly thinking, so what if you have talent, so what if you are an official worshiper, and you are also greedy for the little bit of love between men and women. Love?

There are many people who love him.

Yes, this is something Shen Huan has known since she was a child.

A friend who came to visit my father, a student of Qingshan Academy...

Many people have Chen Fangyue's look and eyes.

After deciding to go out, the method of going out should naturally be thought out first. Shen Huan, who had already figured out a way last night, told her nanny and Qingzi about her thoughts.

The nanny disagreed life and death at first, she would never put Shen Huan in a place where she knew it was dangerous.

But she couldn't stand Shen Huan at all, so she was persuaded.

Therefore, the three of them have worked hard these few days, trying to make delicious food in different ways.

On the fifth night, Shen Huan wore a thin jacket she wore when she was sleeping, and held up an oil lamp and said to the nanny and Qingzi: "Don't be afraid, I know how to measure, and it will be fine."

After saying that, he threw the oil lamp onto the bed. The bed was covered with thick quilts, and there was a low shelf for storing clothes at the head of the bed. As soon as the oil was sprinkled on, the flames sprang up quickly——

Qingzi scratched her hair and rushed out of the small Buddhist hall, just in time to bump into the boy who came at this hour yesterday, pointed to the small Buddhist hall full of smoke and said: "It's on fire! The old lady is still inside, go and call for firefighters!" "

The boy was still a little dazed, looking at the fire that still illuminated the area at night.

Haruko slapped him hard on the face: "Hurry up and call someone, something happened to the old lady, and you have something to eat!"

Only then did the boy realize that this is the backyard, and tonight the wind is blowing towards the front yard. If the fire is not suppressed, the front yard will be...

The little servant ran away, shouting as he ran: "It's on fire, the small Buddhist hall is on fire!"

In an instant, it was like a drop of oil dripping into the oil pan of the Chen Mansion. The master and servants who had just fallen asleep all got up in their clothes, and when they heard that it was on fire, the third marriage was so frightened that it lost its soul.

Chen Fangyue from the main courtyard went to bed early, but as he got older, he couldn't sleep at night.

Hearing the noise outside, he picked up the tent and asked, "What's the matter, it's so noisy?"

The servant who served just went out to listen, and gasped: "Master, there is a fire in the small Buddhist hall, and the old lady is still inside!"

The author has something to say:

Shen Huan is definitely not a little white flower. The reactions of people around him have told him since he was a child that he can get a lot of things easily.

It's just that Shen Yushen and his wife taught well.