Rebirth: Dumb Princess

"Sister, I've embroidered everything you want." Su Xiaoyan put a box of things on Su Xiaoyi's dresser and stretched out her hand, "sister, should you also give me something good?" Su Xiaoyan is becoming more and more naughty now.

He raised his hand and scraped the tip of his small nose. He turned and took out a small wooden box under the case. What was carved on it was a mackerel pattern. At first glance, it was a foreign object.

"Well, this is also given to me by others, but it's a good thing." The capital of the Dahuang Dynasty is also placed in the front, which is still far from the sea, so the hairpin given by Miss Yang's family is a rare thing.

Seeing that Su Xiaoyi had really prepared a gift for herself, Su Xiaoyan's eyes lit up and rushed over. Her eyes danced slightly, "I knew you were the best, sister." Fiddled with the box twice.

"How's it going? I remember you love this kind of shell flower most, but this kind of thing is not common. You only have one back and forth, so when I saw this, I thought it was for you. " Su Xiaoyi put away the embroidered handkerchief she had prepared for herself.

Su Xiaoyan has put the hairpin into her hair and admires it in front of the mirror. Girls love beauty better than others.

"It's very suitable. Wear smelly beauty slowly in the future. Now go to dinner. My parents are still waiting for us." He took Su Xiaoyan's arm and ran away.

The plum rain season has long passed, and time is always wasted. Liu Huiru feels that she is simply kept in the cold palace as a pet these days when she marries the capital.

For such a long time, she didn't manage anything. She just had to eat, drink and sleep. What's more, Feng Jinlin didn't have a concubine room or anything. There were no people who wanted to quarrel.

"Princess, the prince brought you snacks again. He said he would not be at home for dinner today. Please don't wait." The servant girl put a lacquered red food box on the table, conveyed her feelings and left.

Glancing at the familiar food box, she could guess that it must be qingtuan inside. She reached out to touch her stomach and sighed. The meat was lump by lump“ Yao'er, you eat. " Then she played with the cane in her hand. She liked to make up some gadgets, which were beautiful and practical.

Yao'er was also used to helping his young lady deal with the aftermath. She impolitely opened the food box. It was a plate of green dumplings. It also had a particularly nice name, called qingtuan. Some people also called it ai Tuan, because it was made of wormwood.

She took one and put it in front of her. She really didn't know how clever the Quanjude cook was. She was really a talent to make such a delicious dessert from the bad smelling wormwood.

I took a bite. Today is the most delicious egg yolk filling. The sweet and waxy skin is wrapped with salty egg yolk. Yao er's face is satisfied, "Miss, it's really delicious."

Chowhound is a snack. Liu Huiru didn't look at it. He went to make complaints about it. "Did you eat it for the first time?" Still so surprised, I don't know why you are so obsessed with food. " Then he picked up the scissors next to him and clicked the cane in his hand.

After closing the tail, a small round cushion was successfully born in her hand, "you see, will it be very suitable to put this on the teahouse?" He asked Yao'er and turned to the back. Anyway, he looked very satisfied.

Yao'er thought that their young lady's craftsmanship was very good. What's strange? She looked good everywhere, but she didn't answer the question. She went to talk about Feng Conglin and Liu Huiru.

"Miss, don't you think you are too cold to the Lord?"

"What kind of indifference? He is not the same, and so is he. " Liu Huiru thought it unfair for Yao'er to say so. Why did she turn her elbow outside shortly after she entered the palace.

Yao'er doesn't care how Liu Huiru oppresses her. She only knows that what she sees is indeed Feng Baolin. She wants to be much better to her young lady. In addition, when she married with the young lady, her wife told her to adjust the relationship between the young lady and the Lord. The Lord has done well enough, so what she has to do now is to enlighten her young lady.

He grabbed the vines from Liu Huiru's hand and said seriously, "since you entered the palace, the Lord has taken care of you. He sent some delicious snacks every three or five times, and never said to ask you to get up early in the morning to wash and dress for him."

He was also angry, "as the head of the family, the Lord has done very well, even beyond the due attitude of ordinary men to their wives." She is also a woman. If anyone treats her like this, it's a blessing from the third student, not to mention the high Lord.

Liu Huiru glanced a bitter smile at the corners of her mouth and then said, "do you think I'm a guest in the cold palace?"

Looking at the young lady's face with a trace of resentment, Yao'er just nodded, "yes."

Put the scissors, silk thread and rattan on the table into the bamboo basket one by one. Liu Huiru sighed again, "Yao'er, if you were you, you wouldn't be like this."

Yes, why doesn't she know that Feng Benlin is good to her? But he only treated her as a guest gift, just like entertaining friends from afar with good wine and meat. He went to court early every day and came back late. After dinner, he said he had business to deal with, and then he didn't see him all night.

"Don't ask too much, miss." Yao'er is defending against injustice for Feng Jinlin.

If I couldn't understand it, I just stopped talking and stood up slowly holding the edge of the table. "Well, I understand what you said, but what I can sit on is to do some idle things in this small yard every day. What else do you expect your young lady to do?"

"But..." Yao'er wanted to say something, but Liu Huiru stopped and said, "I'm tired, so I don't have to prepare dinner. If there's nothing wrong, don't call me." Then he closed the door and looked tired.

From the night of her bridal chamber, she understood that it was not Feng Cong Lin who liked men or women at all. But this marriage is a tragedy, so in order to make both of them not look so poor, Feng Benlin will give her enough face.

I'm also telling her that like you, I'm not interested in each other, so don't hurt each other, or take myself as the mistress of the palace to control him.

Lying on the bed with one hand on her forehead, in fact, this situation is the best for her, but she is still thinking about how to completely escape from these places of right and wrong.