wear it lord god

Chapter 1307 Willing to Be an Ugly Girl 34
Finding out this old incident, coupled with the fact that his body is already riddled with holes, the illness of Mr. Fujiwara is not unrelated to this incident.

This time there were only two wives left kneeling next to her, and the other two were all dismissed.

I really want to applaud Mrs. Lunzi, and I can solve several problems at once.

The third wife and the fourth wife are both of noble birth, and are outside the Fujiwara family.As for the younger sister of the fourth wife, no matter whether she participated in this matter or not, if she becomes the fourth wife in the future, she is very likely to share the family property and the love of Mr. Fujiwara, even if Mr. Fujiwara is over 50 years old.

Xining thought about it. At that time, the owner clearly remembered that one day the third wife disappeared and was sent to the temple after being buried. The tablet was not placed in the temple after the burial, and the "fourth lady" was also sent back Home.It turned out to be like this!

After this incident, Michijo Fujiwara soon fell ill, and then fell ill.

When the nobles were seriously ill, they would become monks and pray for the protection of the gods.Some people have indeed recovered their health and lived a long life after becoming a monk.

In fact, after becoming a monk, although there are two meals a day, the food is simple and light, and the food is yellow rice.Plus no more makeup.Vitamins are supplemented, lead poisoning is slowly discharged, and the body is naturally much better.

When Mr. Fujiwara was ill, he also asked twice to become a monk, but at that time the king of heaven did not allow it, and he could only practice on his behalf.After a while, my body got a little better, so I stopped talking about family matters.

This time, my heart was really ashamed, and my fame and fortune faded, so after the Chinese New Year, I became a monk.

"Go to sleep, tomorrow I have to get up early to see you." Mrs. Mingzi was exhausted, and fell asleep after muttering.

The next day, Mrs. Mingzi woke up leisurely.Looking sideways, the floor mat that had been placed outside the tent had been taken away.

She sat up, and the personal maid who had been kneeling and waiting immediately clapped her hands: "Madam is awake!"

Many servants got busy, fetching water and clothes.

Mrs. Mingzi went to the toilet first. After putting on her clothes, it was troublesome to go to the toilet.After wiping his hands and face again, he dressed, and the maidservants began to put on layers of clothes.

The personal maid said softly: "Miss Zunzi said that Master Daoist is not feeling well right now, Madam, please don't put on powder for now, just thrush your eyebrows."

After thinking about it, if you don't apply powder, it means that you are anxious about the adult's illness, and you don't even have time to put on makeup.

Mrs. Mingzi exhaled, spread her arms and let the maids continue to put on clothes: "Zunzi is really sensible."

The personal maid complimented: "Among all the princes and ladies, Miss Zunzi is the smartest, it is Madam's blessing."

There was no smile on Madam Mingzi's face, but a sad expression: "You just wronged your son."

If he was not wronged, how could he be enlightened so early and know so much.

After getting dressed, he knelt down and a low table was lifted up.

Mrs. Mingzi saw that the food she ate was different from before: "This is..."

The personal maid immediately said: "Miss Zunzi cooked it for Master Daoist herself. She said that if you want to share blessings and enjoy hardships, so in the mansion these days, Master Daoist, Mrs. Lunzi, Madam and Miss Zunzi all ate the same."

Mrs. Mingzi finally smiled: "Sure enough, your son is sensible." She picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

After eating, go to Mr. Fujiwara.

Mr. Fujiwara seemed to be getting better, but only a little bit, at least he wasn't groggy anymore.Mrs. Mingzi hurriedly said half-jokingly that Master Daoist's illness got better with Zunzi's arrival, and it will only get better in the future.

"That's right, Master Daoist is indeed much better. I ate all the food this morning." Mrs. Lunzi asked calmly: "Speaking of Zunzi, why don't you see her? Are you too tired to go to sleep and tell her not to?" It's too hard, after all, the kitchen is not a place for her to stay as a noble lady, if you want to prepare anything, just ask the servants to do it."

Doesn't it mean that Zunzi is lazy, but also means that she, a noble lady, lowers her status to cook.Mrs. Mingzi cursed secretly.

Akui, who was serving Miss Zunzi, saluted immediately and said: "Mrs. Lunzi, Miss Zunzi is preparing for the next meal. What did she say? By the way, Zhongtu has diet therapy. All edibles are divided into yin and yang. As long as you eat well If the yin and yang are harmonized, the body will naturally recover. The old slaves want to help, but Miss Zunzi refuses, saying that it is her filial piety to Master Daoist and the two wives."

Fujiwara said with a smile: "Let her be filial, the food in the morning is delicious, I eat happily."

Mrs. Lunzi could only say "yes" with a smirk, but she glared at Mrs. Mingzi bitterly.Only then did I realize that Mrs. Mingzi hadn't put on powder, and her eyebrows were also painted with ordinary eyebrows.

I knew it must be Zunzi's idea, otherwise how could this idiot think of it.Now she's embarrassed, and her make-up looks insincere.Without makeup, it looks like she is following Mrs. Akiko's example.

Sure enough, when Mr. Fujiwara was chatting, he mentioned things about every child when they were young.When mentioning Zunzi, he said a few more words.

At noon, another copy was delivered, and Ah Kui explained: "Miss Zunzi said that Master Daoist is not feeling well, and now he has three meals a day. We'll talk about it later when he recovers."

Looking at the food on the table, it's all new and tastes good.

Mr. Fujiwara took a piece of green pastry from Mrs. Rinko and nodded, "Well, mung bean cake, but it's sweeter than normal ones. I don't know how to make it."

Ah Kui replied, "It's sugarcane water."

Mr. Fujiwara was puzzled: "The house also uses sugar cane water, but it's not that sweet. It's so sweet, it's like adding sugar."

Mrs. Lunzi immediately picked up another piece and said, "Sugar is very expensive. I must have used sugar because I saw that you are weak."

The price of sugar is very expensive now, and it is generally used as medicine.Treating weakness is actually malnutrition.

Ah Kui saluted, bowing her head respectfully: "My lord, madam, it's not sugar, but sugar cane water. Generally, sugar cane is used to boil water for sweet water. But the young lady uses sugar cane to squeeze juice, and the juice is boiled in a pot. Add it in after thickening, it will be much sweeter.”

Mr. Fujiwara felt that the mung bean cake was very sweet, and he was very satisfied: "I will try that dish."

Mrs. Lunzi quickly picked it up, took some and sent it.

It is seaweed shrimp skin tofu, the shrimp skin is delicious, the seaweed is slightly chewy, and the tofu is smooth and tender.

Mr. Fujiwara asked, "She made this tofu herself?"

Ah Kui replied: "It's made by the farmer, but it's made according to the young lady's method. The taste is better than the ones bought outside."

"Well, it's really delicious." Mr. Fujiwara looked at a plate of fish again, which was wrapped in flour and deep-fried.

Mr. Fujiwara was very satisfied with this meal: "Go and tell Takako, she really has a heart, but don't get tired."

Mrs. Lunzi smiled: "Your Excellency is joking, this is the filial piety of your son, how can she be tired, knowing that your Excellency eats well, it is too late to be happy."

Mr. Fujiwara was a little unhappy: "Since you know that I can eat well, why don't you help me?"

Mrs. Lunzi still smiled: "How can I know how to cook, my lord is joking."

Mr. Fujiwara pulled his face: "Then eat well, Takako also prepared a copy for you."

Mrs. Lunzi didn't dare to say anything more, she lowered her head and said "yes" with her eyebrows lowered, then picked up her chopsticks and started eating.

Mrs. Mingzi was relieved to see it, picked up her chopsticks and began to eat, and the two naturally followed the Daoist Master to "have the same blessings and share the same difficulties".

(End of this chapter)