It's hard to love a concubine

Chapter 709

It was especially serious in ancient times. Marriage means serving your mother-in-law, transforming into a low-level maid, and presiding over middle-class gifts, which means that you have to calculate and spend money every day, so that your husband’s family thinks that you are splitting two halves for every penny. I am frugal and able to live, and I have to carry on the family line until I have a son... If I can't give birth, I have to give up my place to let other women give birth. In short, I have to work for most of my life until I am old, so I can live. Beat and scold Daughter-in-law, it's a good time to command your son, but you are old, what else do you want?
Xiuzhu is so majestic and at ease now, she is the grand maid in front of the emperor, how many people come to her with money, even those first-rank officials in Chaozhong who have eyes on the top of their heads have to be polite to her, let alone Let’s talk about how many people are in command below. Don’t look at her as a maid in front of the emperor, but she has food and clothing, and even the wives of Chaozhong Haoming are much better.

Can she get used to waiting to leave the palace?
Not to mention anything else, she is tired of eating the cakes in the imperial dining room that others can't get, okay? Not to mention the jewelry made in the palace. Although she wears simple clothes, there are a lot of things in the jewelry box. When it comes out, it is like a family heirloom in ordinary people's homes.

In short, Xiuzhu is very troubled.

Xiang'er sat next to Wanfu and listened to Wanfu babbling a few words about Xiuzhu. Don't say that she has a different way of thinking, but that she has been indoctrinated by Qian Xiyao's ideas all the year round. Feminist thinking has long sprouted in her heart. I didn't want to say, "Why do you go back? It is said that the best pastry outside the palace is still made of white sugar from Guangdong, but because the refining purity is not enough, it has a bit of astringent taste, so the best white sugar can only be found in the palace, sister Xiuzhu Don't you like the rose cake made by Master Feng the most? Where can I get it when I go back?"

Wanfu smiled helplessly and connivingly, patted her head and said, "You, what else can you think about besides eating? It's no different from a pig." The love in his tone and his smiling eyes are like looking at a A coquettish and cute daughter, very amiable.

Xiang'er was not convinced, and said seriously, "It's different, the pig is round, and I'm much thinner than it."

Wanfu laughed, bright and cheerful, looked at Yan Xianger, and said jokingly, "Come and stand up and show me, is it really slimmer than a pig?"

Xiang'er stood up unconvinced, and turned around like a butterfly.

She was wearing a light pink twig-wrapped jacket, with a pomegranate-colored [-]-panel skirt underneath, embroidered with large white petals and tender yellow roses, very delicate, she turned around like this , the skirt floated up, like a rose flower in full bloom, dizzying.

Wanfu really wanted to bite into it, embarrassing.

I don't know if Xiang'er would go up to beat someone if she knew Wanfu's thoughts.

(End of this chapter)