Distressed wife

Chapter 5

She thought of her mother's sternness just now, and her aunt's love and pampering for her eldest sister, and her heart was sore.

Her already weak body looked even weaker now, she was leaning softly on the beauty couch, she was very sick, looking at her with no pity.

When Mu Zijing came in, seeing her delicate appearance, she hurriedly went up to her, "Second sister's health is not good again?"

"It's just the wind blowing, it's just a headache." Mu Zixi pinched the handkerchief to cover her lips and coughed lightly, with a sick look on her face.

"My younger sister saw that the second sister was not doing well just now, and she was thinking about the second sister, so she came to take a look." Mu Zijing showed concern on the surface, but in her heart she was not ashamed that Mu Zixi always pretended to be weak and hypocritical. false appearance.

Yun Xiang spoke in a timely manner, "Second Miss, the Eldest Miss was worried about Second Miss' health, so she sent her servants to send blood swallows so that Second Miss could take good care of herself."

Mu Zixi nodded slightly at Yunxiang, "I'm worried about Eldest Sister, I wanted to visit Eldest Sister tomorrow, but this body is not up to date."

"Second Miss, don't worry. The Eldest Miss said her sisters, and when the Eldest Miss is better, she will come to find the Second Miss to play." Yunxiang kept her head down, and replied methodically.

Mu Zixi couldn't say anything more, and Yun Xiang didn't linger any longer, so she left "Yuexi Courtyard".

Mu Zijing also got up and left after chatting for a while.

When Yun Xiang returned to "Yanluo Courtyard", she saw Mu Ziyan playing with her favorite sachet, she walked slowly to the side of the bed, "Eldest Miss, Second Miss doesn't look good."

Mu Ziyan hooked her lips and smiled, casually tossing the sachet in her hand to Yun Xiang, "Ru Xiang, can you make exactly the same sachet?"

Yunxiang is naturally familiar with the embroidery of this sachet, it was given to the lady by the empress in the palace, and the lady gave this sachet to the eldest lady, this embroidery is unique, but this...

Rue Xiang's eyes flashed with surprise, "Miss, this is not the sachet you usually wear."

Mu Ziyan raised her eyebrows, "You girl has sharp eyes."

Yun Xiang hurriedly knelt down, "Miss, your servants are taking good care of your personal clothes. If you don't look carefully at this sachet, you won't be able to tell the difference, but your servant knows that the stitches of this sachet are made of Ice cicada silk."

Mu Ziyan narrowed her eyes slightly, and opened her lips with a half-smile, that immature face was a little more stern, "It seems that you can do it?"

"Slave...try your best." Yunxiang replied in a low voice, she just felt that today's eldest lady is too unusual, she held the sachet tightly, "but this embroidery..."

Mu Ziyan naturally knew that this embroidery must take a lot of effort, especially the needles and threads used are also hard to find, they really put in a lot of painstaking efforts.

"Yu Xiang, keep this sachet for now, don't let it get dirty. I remember that my aunt specially sent someone to give me some silk thread a few years ago. Go and have a look." Mu Ziyan said lightly.

Why did she remember such things? It was all because the batch of silk thread was given to her grandmother by the queen in the palace. When her grandmother got it, she sent her eldest aunt to send it over, which also aroused the dissatisfaction of her second aunt.

Ruexiang thought about it carefully, and then asked Biyun to look for it.

There was silence in the room.

Mu Ziyan closed her eyes and rested her mind, her thoughts came surging.

Just now, Mu Zijing's small actions naturally couldn't escape her eyes, and she even remembered that she personally gave the sachet to her sister-in-law, until she was down and out, Mu Zijing told her the truth when she taunted her.

This sachet contains a special kind of petals that are very similar to white peony. Naturally, ordinary people can't see it. If you wear it for a long time, it will be difficult to conceive.

Thinking of this, Mu Ziyan felt a strong hatred flash across her heart. The second and third families wanted to kill off the eldest family's children and grandchildren!
"Miss, when do you want this sachet?" Yun Xiang carefully asked while holding the silk thread, and she was even more careful about Mu Ziyan.

Mu Ziyan slowly opened her eyes, "Tomorrow morning."

"I will go to embroider now, servant girl." Yun Xiang's embroidery is not inferior to those of the embroiderers in the palace. Now that she is ordered by the eldest lady, she naturally does not dare to slack off and does it herself.

In the evening, Mrs. Qi went to see Mu Ziyan on purpose, and saw that her complexion had improved a lot, with a pure smile on her face, tears of kindness in the corners of her eyes, and she raised her hand to caress her daughter's tender cheeks.

"Mother, Yan'er will sleep with her tonight." Mu Ziyan leaned in Qi's arms, the loneliness of thousands of years, the pain of losing her mother in those years, now flooded her heart like a flood, even though she had already been hard-hearted. , but facing her close relatives, her heart is still so soft.

"Okay, okay." Qi's body is twin now, and the first three months have just passed, seeing her daughter still clinging to her like this, her eyes are full of love.

Mother Cui was waiting at the side, seeing the deep affection between the master and the young master, she was also very moved, she raised her eyes, but she couldn't see her daughter, Rue Xiang, a doubt flashed in her eyes, and she quietly exited the room.

That night Mu Ziyan slept very peacefully, without any dreams, and when she woke up the next day, Qi Shi was no longer by her side.

Yun Xiang stood beside her with red eyes, and watched as she rushed to work all night without sleep.

"Miss, are you awake?"

It was only then that Mu Ziyan believed that she was indeed alive. She took a deep breath, and then breathed it out slowly. Over the past thousand years, she was wandering aimlessly. Although she was lonely, she also learned a lot.

One year, she wandered to a remote mountain and saw an old monk meditating while reciting sutras.

The golden light shrouded her body, and she was isolated from the old monk. She only felt that the hostility and hatred accumulated in her heart gradually dissipated with the scriptures read by the old monk.

She simply had nowhere to go, so she also sat aside and meditated. Over time, her heart calmed down a lot, and she realized some truths.

Later, when the old monk traveled all over the world, he deliberately put a scripture aside. When she stepped forward to open it, it turned out to be the Yi Jin Jing.

She kept that scripture in her heart, and she would meditate every day, but it also passed the time, but now she has formed a habit.

After Rue Xiang and Bi Yun helped Mu Ziyan wash up, they specially chose a festive dress.

Pleated ruyi moon skirt, lotus lapels, a pair of pink silk flowers on the flowing cloud bun, a silver silk white jade lotus hairpin, pink gauze, those black eyes are as pure as a pool of clear water, and the eyebrows and eyes are beautiful. Smiling, she blinked playfully, her white and tender skin was so tender that water could be squeezed out.

(End of this chapter)