The Empress Dowager

Chapter 344
After lunch, Nangong Yue was about to take a lunch break when she saw a maid walk in: "Miss Nangong, Madam Zhifu please see me."

Nangong Yue frowned, it's nothing, what did Madam Zhifu want her for?
"Please come in!" Nangong Yao said.

"Yes, Miss." The servant girl blessed her body and retreated.

A woman in brocade clothes came in, led by a maid, and looked at Nangong Yue with a smile on her face: "I met Miss Nangong."

Nangong Yue smiled and made a gesture of invitation: "Madam Zhifu, please sit down."

Mrs. Zhifu chose a seat and sat down. The maid beside her quickly poured a cup of hot tea for Mrs. Zhifu. Mrs. Zhifu held the tea and looked around the room with a smile. What a beauty! No wonder the prince loves you so much! Now that you are here, the prince is more motivated to do things."

Madam Zhifu covered her lips and smiled as she spoke.

"The woman is too much." Nangong Yue was sleepy and very listless, echoing the magistrate's wife.

"Miss Nangong, you don't know, my husband-in-law went back yesterday, but he praised you vigorously, saying that you always think about the prince, and that you would rather get drunk and suffer than drink a little bit of wine. Those elders were so envious."

The corners of Nangong Yue's mouth twitched. Madam Zhifu's words were too exaggerated. She saw that Murong Yu drank too much yesterday, so she only drank a few glasses for him. How did Madam Zhifu become like this?

Nangong Yue just smiled and said nothing.

Seeing this, the prefect's wife had no intention of stopping, she kept talking to Nangong Yue, Nangong Yue yawned, the prefect's wife talked for a while, and then left. Before leaving, she left a pear wooden box, Nangong Yue asked the maid to send the magistrate's wife back when she arrived.

Dongmei looked at the rosewood box in her hand, frowned, and complained: "Miss, this magistrate is really, you are so sleepy, if she is sensible, she should leave earlier."

"She can talk a little bit, but nothing else?" Nangong Yue said, walking slowly to the bed, took off her embroidered shoes, and lay down on the bed.

"Miss is always kind, the magistrate is so good at talking, how can you still talk with her? If that's the case, you won't be able to finish talking until tomorrow!" Dongmei complained.

The Ninth Prince had already ordered her to take good care of the young lady. The young lady had a fixed lunch break every day. Today is a good day. The prefect's wife has delayed her for such a long time. If the prince finds out, the prince will definitely blame her.

As Dongmei said, she walked to the bed and pulled Nangong Yue's brocade quilt. The weather in Ningyuan is much colder than the weather in the capital. The young lady's body and stomach are cold, so she must not be frozen.

Dongmei added some silver bone charcoal to the brazier, closed the window, and walked out slowly.

"Sister Dongmei, Miss, is she asleep?" A thirteen or fourteen-year-old maid saw Dongmei coming out of the house and asked quickly.

Dongmei made a "hush" gesture, signaled the little girl not to talk, pulled the little girl aside and scolded, "How many times have I told you, when the lady is sleeping, don't disturb the lady, you little brain Why can't I remember?"

The little maid stuck out her tongue, with an apologetic expression on her face: "Sister Dongmei, don't be angry, I will definitely not do this next time."

(End of this chapter)