An arrogant concubine fell from the harem

Chapter 14 Ancient Personality Girl (2)

Chunmei was surprised: "Sister Fei'er——ah no, this servant should die, this servant should call you Miss. Miss, what's wrong with you?"

I quickly said: "Well, because too many things happened today, I am completely confused, I can't remember anything, I feel my mind is blank, and I am a little confused."

Chunmei was innocent and believed it. She smiled and said, "That's right, Miss Jinlian and Miss Jinlian are the same tall, short, fat and thin. If we don't look at the clothes and clothes, we really can't tell who is who. Once, Miss Didn't I order you to wear her clothes? You two are dressed exactly the same, not only because we can't recognize each other, Madam also watched for a long time before I knew which one was Miss Jinlian and which one was you."

"Really? Am I so similar to Miss Jinlian?" I asked.

"Of course it's true." Chunmei said, "Miss, it's great that you are the goddaughter of the master and the wife. The master won't sell me out because of day-to-day affairs, right?"

"Dare he?" I pouted.

"Why is the master afraid? He is afraid of nothing but his wife," Chunmei said.

"Chunmei, don't worry, with me here, I won't let him betray you." I patted my chest and promised proudly.

When I said this, I was a little carried away, and I didn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.In fact, I also understand in my heart that I am only their goddaughter, not my own daughter.If you offended them, let alone selling Chunmei, even selling me, it would be a piece of cake for them - as long as they were willing.

In the middle of the night, I fell into a hazy sleep, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be a person standing beside the bed, dressed in snow-white, looking down at me motionlessly.

In ancient times, there were no electric lights, and candlesticks were used—a columnar lighting fixture made of beeswax with a wick in the middle.It is said that only rich people can afford it.At night, if the moon does not come out for the poor, they will only be blind.The light from the candlesticks was incomparable to that of the electric lamps, it was nothing compared to the big ones, the light was so weak that it couldn't be weaker, and when the wind blew, the surrounding scenery would shake with the candlelight, making shadows and faces blurred.

The person standing at the edge of my bed at this time, under the flickering candlelight, was a shadowy figure with a blurred face.

(End of this chapter)