Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 505 What should I do if I hurt the tire

Xu Yunjiao's forbearance in the past was just a concession she had to make in order to cater to Zhao Ziyi's feelings.

Now relying on the fact that I have a small child in my stomach, how can there be any reason to give way to the old lady?

Then he squinted his eyes and said with a sneer: "I also know that the old lady didn't like me at first, but she just liked the strength of my natal family! Now Zhao Ziyi is the prime minister of a country, sister Wei is the princess of the East Palace, You have a better backing, so you think I'm useless and want to kick me away!"

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was worthless. Tears were like beans, and suddenly shed tears, crying: "If you look down on me so much, why didn't you marry Chen? Why did you let me pass? Now my sister Yan It's so big, and there's still a small one in my stomach, and I'm still being bullied by you, the old and the young...I..."

She covered her face with her hands, turned her back, leaned on the window sill and cried loudly: "I serve the Prime Minister wholeheartedly, and take care of his daily life every day, who knows that I ended up like this! It's just a child raised in the country. Concubine, my mother-in-law actually forced me to try dishes for her! Where is my mistress' face going?"

She cried until her heart broke, her voices were so desolate.

"Now that Zhao Xuan is like this, who is rubbing his legs day and night? It's me! Who's serving him tea? It's me! Who's accompanying him to study ink and write? Or me—"

"I have done so much for him, what am I planning? I don't want a loving husband and wife and a harmonious family? But who knows, my mother-in-law is so partial..."

One of the biggest characteristics of Xu Yunjiao's character is that she doesn't hide her emotions and can't control her emotions.

The moment she cried, all the bitterness, sorrow, and pain that had been suppressed in her heart for more than ten years surged up. On the small table under the window, she was out of breath from crying.

Zhou's mother hurriedly persuaded: "Madam, you are a healthy person, you can't cry like this, what should you do if you hurt your fetus?"

Xu Yunjiao cried even harder.

"What is the purpose of my marriage? It's fine for me to keep my head down and be a child. Does my child also have to suffer this kind of anger?"

"Wow—" suddenly, she held her heart tightly.

"Ma'am!" Zhou's mother rushed to hug her shoulder, "Are you all right?"

"Wow—" Another click, just as Zhou's mother approached, Xu Yunjiao spit out all the sour water on her sleeve.

"Madam!"

"Mother……"

"Sister-in-law!"

For a moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Mistress, calm down, even if you don't think about yourself, you have to think about the fetus in your womb!" Zhou's mother didn't care about the filth all over her body, she just followed Xu Yunjiao's back one after another, and persuaded softly looking at her.

The old lady was angry at first, but seeing her like this, no matter how strong her anger was, she had no choice but to suppress it severely.

It's really unbelievable that the mistress of the family in her thirties is still so earth-shattering when she cries.

But what can I do, the daughter-in-law here is chosen by myself.

She can't be beaten or scolded, and she can't listen to reason. Could it be that she is called a white-haired old lady, and she cries like this?

Then he sighed deeply, winked and told the left and right: "Hurry up and take care of it!"

"Yes." The maids didn't dare to say a word, and hurriedly lowered their eyes and lifted the curtain to come out.

In the blink of an eye, he picked up the curtain and entered again.

Those holding gold basins, cotton towels, tea trays, medicine bowls, and spittoons all gathered around Xu Yunjiao's feet and knelt down to wipe Xu Yunjiao's face. , Kneading the legs, rubbing the legs, feeding the medicine, really serving the stars like the moon.

Zhao Xi picked up the teacup slightly and took a sip.

I suddenly want to see Zhao Ziyi as soon as possible, finish talking with him as soon as possible, and then leave here as soon as possible and return to Li Xuanye.

The Zhao family is her natal family in name, but it cannot give her the warmth of a family.Here, she can't feel the warmth of any family affection, but only intrigues and hurt each other.

Compared to such a frivolous scene, she still prefers to be tired of being with Li Xuanye.

With him, even if she didn't say anything, just sitting by the desk and quietly rubbing ink for him, she could feel an unprecedented relaxation of mind and body.

Everything that Li Xuanye possessed was undoubtedly much more complicated than anyone here.

But everything he presented is much simpler than any one here.

He is not like the old lady who held her up high for profit;

He is not like the two sisters who trampled her down because of her birth;

He will not be like Xu Yunjiao, who will yell at a group of people when he expresses his emotions;

He will not be like her real father, with all kinds of ingredients mixed in his feelings.

The highest one is the lowest; the most rigid one is the softest.

To her, whether he was angry, indifferent, or gentle, he was always able to let go of his figure, let go of his face, and gave her the simplest and purest true feelings.

Xu Yunjiao's crying subsided, but her sobbing was still intermittent, like a child who had been greatly wronged.

Hearing her cry, Zhao Xiwei suddenly felt a faint strangeness in his heart, so he stopped thinking and raised his eyes to look at her.

I saw Xu Yunjiao leaning halfway on the soft couch, because she cried so hard, her usual arrogance lost seven or eight points, leaving only fatigue and fragility, with little tears and slight panting, as if after a night of stormy weather Even if the red crabapple is broken, it still does not lose its beauty.

Zhao Xiwei suddenly understood what the strangeness came from.

Xu Yunjiao was crying like this, but Zhao Ziyi hadn't appeared yet.

What is more important than being a pregnant wife?

He didn't come here immediately, it's definitely not that no one sent him a letter, it's just that he didn't think it was important.

It seems that the love between husband and wife is just an illusion...

While Xu Yunjiao looks strong and willful, in fact, she has been suppressing herself in the Zhao residence, living a humble and weak life.

The mother-in-law only valued the influence of her natal family, the husband only regarded her as a nominal wife, and the daughter was not caring enough.

Zhao Fu couldn't give what she really wanted, so she just vented her anger on Zhao Xiwei.

But, when will she understand that her tragedy does not originate from Shen Yuqing, but from Zhao Ziyi herself?

If you fall in love with a man like Zhao Ziyi, even if there is no rival in love, even if he has you in his heart, what can he do?For example, like Shen Yuqing, didn't he end up bedridden, exhausted and exhausted?
Just thinking about it, suddenly there was an announcement from the servant girl outside the door: "Master Xiang is here!"

The crowd kneeling beside Xu Yunjiao's couch immediately got up: "Master Xiang!"

The door curtain slammed slightly, and the wheelchair turned around.

Zhao Xi slightly turned his head and looked over.

Zhao Ziyi sat in a wheelchair and was pushed to appear at the door.

The jasper-colored bead curtain swayed slightly, and a pale blue silhouette was vaguely cast inside the door frame of pineapple flower wood.

The silhouette moved from far to near, and the blurred face gradually became clear.

The sky was pleasant, with clouds and shadows overlapping, and a few silver lights sprinkled between his brows.

He was sitting in a wheelchair, wearing a pair of soap-colored moccasin boots, a light blue moiré gauze robe, and a jade crown in his hair.

The most noble temperament, the coldest color.

He raised his face slightly, his eyes passed over the kneeling servant, and fell on Zhao Xiwei's face.

The four eyes met, and the nobleness and coldness instantly turned into warmth and softness.

The corners of his lips moved, and a faint smile still appeared: "Wei'er is back."

The voice is faint, but no one can't hear the excitement in his voice.

(End of this chapter)