MTL - After Reincarnating, an Evil Consort Only Wants to Torture Scums-Chapter 2 002: Who says grandma doesn't love her
Chapter 2 002: Who says grandma doesn't love her
The weather has already entered spring, and there is warmth everywhere. The sunlight outside the house spills in through the latticed windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground.
When Lu Mingzhu walked out of Qixia Courtyard, the maidservant Huamei showed an angry expression: "What do you mean by Fourth Miss, Miss, you are kind enough to visit her, even at the expense of cutting her flesh to save her, but she actually issued an order to evict her."
A gloomy look flashed across Lu Mingzhu's autumn-like eyes, and she was burning with anger.
Damn Lu Xiang, who keeps saying that sisters love each other deeply, but today she flirts with her. It was a waste of her two months in the mansion to please her everywhere. The previous friendship was all fake?
Suddenly, Lu Mingzhu caught a glimpse of a green shadow out of the corner of her eye, quickly put away the anger on her face, and said to Huamei: "Don't talk too much, let's go."
Humei followed Lu Mingzhu's gaze, and saw Wu Yue walking around the corner with a tray in her hand.
Yangning City is in the south of the Great Wei Dynasty, and it is the most affluent town in the Nanjiang area. Although Lu Youping is the magistrate, he did not plunder the people's fat and anointment. Therefore, even though the Lu family is a tyrant in Yangning, there are no maids and servants in the mansion. . Except for the old lady, each master in the mansion has only two servants, and the rest are shared by the mansion.
Wuyue naturally also saw Lu Mingzhu's master and servant, and Dang even turned cold, and walked into the yard humming.
"Wuyue, where have you been?" Yun Zhe was re-boiling medicine for Lu Xiang when he saw Wuyue and asked.
Wuyue: "I saw that the lady woke up, and went to the kitchen to prepare something for the lady to eat."
Yun Zhe heard the words, his eyes lit up suddenly, and he ran up to Wuyue holding a fan fan: "Wuyue, you are still careful. If Miss Mingzhu reminded me, I would not have thought of preparing some food for Miss." Yes, it's just that I have to make medicine for the young lady and I can't get away...you quickly bring it to the young lady, just eat something before drinking the medicine."
"Isn't Miss's medicine already decocted? Why do you still have to boil it?"
Yun Zhe ran back to the stove and squatted down again: "Miss said that the medicine just now was a bit disgusting, so she told me to pour it out and fry it again."
Wuyue looked confused, and soon looked at Yun Zhe solemnly: "Don't call Miss Mingzhu so kindly, who knows what her purpose is for approaching our lady."
Yun Zhe: "...Uh, do you have some misunderstandings about Miss Mingzhu? It's normal for her to try to please her when she's new here. She is the daughter of the magistrate. Who dares to play tricks on her? You can just talk to me about this, but please don't make arrangements for Miss Mingzhu in front of the lady."
Wuyue rolled her eyes speechlessly, and was too angry to talk to Yun Zhe, so she turned and went into the room.
You can have a snack, girl!
But although the complaints in his heart merged into a sea, Wuyue restrained his emotions before entering the house, and then walked in with a smile.
"Miss is hungry. The kitchen has boiled white porridge, and the servant brought a bowl. The doctor said that the diet should be lighter these days, but the crispy cucumbers freshly pickled in the kitchen are not bad. Miss can eat a little."
Looking at Wuyue who walked in with a smile on her face, Lu Xiang felt as if her heart was being pricked.
In her previous life, Wuyue had been full of hostility towards Lu Mingzhu since she entered the mansion. She had reminded herself more than once that Lu Mingzhu had bad intentions, so she didn't like this maid very much and had never been close to her. It's ridiculous that she is not as smart as a maid The girl can see clearly.
After she was imprisoned, Wuyue was sold by Lu Mingzhu into the lowest brothel...
Lu Xiang only felt that his throat was tight, dry and astringent: "Okay..."
After eating the porridge and drinking the medicine, Lu Xiang fell into a drowsy sleep again.
During sleep, Xiao Muheng's cold and heartless face and Lu Mingzhu's arrogant and complacent appearance intertwined continuously, and the heart-piercing pain when the hot oil poured into his throat once again tormented Lu Xiang.
"Don't...don't..."
"Miss, wake up, miss..."
"Ah..." Lu Xiang woke up suddenly, the fear and fear in those black and white eyes had not faded away. The painful experience before she died, like a demon stuck in her heart, always reminding her of everything she had suffered.
"Miss, did you have a nightmare?" Yun Zhe squatted beside her bed, asking worriedly.
Lu Xiang took a deep breath, clenched her hands under the quilt into fists, and her whole body was tense. After a long time, she slowly let go, as if after a fierce struggle, her palms were covered with cold sweat: "Well, do you?" I had a nightmare, it's all right."
This was her nightmare in her previous life, and in this life, it will be someone else's nightmare.
Yunzhe poured a cup of tea and handed it to Lu Xiang, staring at her for a moment, frowning slightly.
Miss' complexion doesn't look all right.
Feeling Yun Zhe's concerned eyes, Lu Xiang felt warm in his heart, and without explaining, he took a sip of tea and said, "When I fell asleep, I vaguely heard you talking to someone outside, who has been here?"
"Miss Hui, it's Mama Wen, but Miss fell asleep again at that time, so I didn't wake you up, the old lady asked her to send a ginseng to make Miss healthy." Yun Zhe said, and took the brocade on the table. Bring the box and open it for Lu Xiang to see.
When Lu Xiang heard this, his heart moved, and he felt a little sad.
In her previous life, she made Xiao's family the biggest imperial merchant in Dachu, and helped Xiao Muheng step by step to become an excellent minister. She had never tasted delicacies from mountains and seas, nor had she seen precious medicinal materials, but they were not as good as this little ginseng in front of her. warmth.
Ginseng is not a hundred years old, but at this moment Lu Xiang really felt the old lady's love for her.
In the past, she didn't understand, she thought that the old lady was indifferent to others and too strict, and she was afraid of this grandmother, so she didn't get close to her. Thinking about it now, many details can feel the kindness of her grandmother to her, and there is no need to show it on her face.
Even Lu Mingzhu said that her grandmother loves her the most, otherwise Lu Mingzhu would not have to pretend to be cute to get close to her, in order to let her grandmother recognize their mother and daughter.
But in the end, even the grandmother was killed by them.
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Early next morning, Lu Xiang dressed up under Yun Zhe's service.
She sat quietly in front of the bronze mirror, with Yun Zhe's chattering voice next to her ears: "Miss, your illness is not cured yet, and you won't blame me if you don't go to invite Mrs. An." On the day she fell into a coma, the doctor said Her young lady's body is cold, it's hard to say if she can survive, she finally woke up yesterday, if she doesn't take a good rest, what if the root cause of the disease falls?
Lu Xiang: "I know, don't worry."
In the past, she never showed her filial piety in front of her grandmother. In her previous life, she was afraid of her grandmother, so every time she went to pay her respects, she always looked unwilling. In the end, her grandmother directly said that she should not ask her to greet her every day. Grandma said this I must have been heartbroken by her behavior when I was there.
In her previous life, she had already missed the opportunity for Cheng Huan, and she didn't want to leave any regrets.
Lu Xiang wore a long cherry-colored jade hairpin dress with a snow-white face, which made her look extraordinarily charming. She simply wore a purple jade hairpin on her head. It was not an expensive jewelry, but it made her eyebrows a little more delicate. There was a touch of charm.
(end of this chapter)
