The Seventh Bride of President

Yinling didn't know why, but she had to obey Zhuang Xiaoyu's orders: "it's just a title. I thought you wouldn't care. It's all you, miss."

Zhuang Xiaoyu stared at Yinling's face, and his face slowly became dignified.

Yinling added Silver Charcoal to the brazier, "it's snowing again. It's said that after pregnancy, your body is easy to get tired. If you're sleepy, go and lie on the bed, madam."

Zhuang Xiaoyu slowly walked back to the bed, tilted on the neatly folded bedding, smiled and asked, "jade broken, how was my past relationship with the high priest?"

Yinling doesn't know how to answer. She has never been so close to Zhuang Xiaoyu and has just come to serve her for some time. It's not clear how Qin Wuyan and Zhuang Xiaoyu are.

If it's OK, why Zhuang Xiaoyu has become like this? If it's not OK, Zhuang Xiaoyu has become like this. Qin Wuyan still doesn't give up, and he doesn't have the slightest intention and idea to take a concubine again.

Where can I find such a loving and righteous man?

Yinling could only nod with a stiff head: "well, the high priest can always tolerate what you have done, madam."

Zhuang Xiaoyu inquired: "for example?"

"For example..." Yinling thought, "for example, all aristocratic families want to keep their daughters in the priest's house as concubines for the high priest. You have left people, and the high priest has not favored them.

You drove them away again, and the high priest did not scold you at all. "

Zhuang Xiaoyu held his chin in the palm of his hand: "what else?"

Yinling was afraid to say more and make more mistakes. She didn't dare to talk more. She only said, "madam, now that you are pregnant, let it pass. Don't ask any more questions. It's good to have a baby."

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded slowly: "you're right. Keeping a good baby is the most important."

Zhuang Xiaoyu waved her hand and let Yinling out.

Later, several girls and women were recruited to come in alone, chatted casually and asked about the past situation in the house. Although the girls and women who were recruited answered tremblingly, they had the same caliber:

"The high priest is very kind to his wife. He is afraid of falling in his palm and melting in his mouth."

"The high priest has always had a good relationship with his wife. The high priest obeys his wife."

"Madam, it was because of the successive deaths of her father and brother that she was deeply hit and didn't remember the past."

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Zhuang Xiaoyu fiddled with the bottles and cans on the dresser and held his chin: since Qin Wuyan was so good to himself, why did he still want to take a concubine for him and take a woman away?

Zhuang Xiaoyu is too aware of her temperament. She doesn't want others to covet what she likes, not to mention the man she loves. How can she push Qin Wuyan to others?

And on the premise that Qin Wuyan refused to want those women, he put women in his room on his own.

Even if she is crazy, she can't do such a thing.

Zhuang Xiaoyu couldn't understand it, and felt that many things couldn't be explained by logic. Something must have happened. Is it difficult for people to see the appearance?

But I clearly like Qin Wuyan. From waking up in the morning to now, although she is talking to her servants, Qin Wuyan's figure lingers in her mind and heart, thinking of him, as if this missing and liking has become a habit, deeply engraved in her bones and blood.

Zhuang Xiaoyu urgently wants to know her past and past with Qin Wuyan, but she can't think about it. It's a headache

Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the sky and went to the study to find Qin Wuyan