Chapter 4: Will the Emotional Card Work for the Fourth Master?
The usually quiet Qingliang Pavilion welcomed the busiest day of winter.
The screams of the old woman Niu were incessant, even drowning out the rustling north wind outside the window.
An hour later, Wenjiu was holding a bowl that was bigger than her face and sipping tea in small sips.
He drank it with gusto, as if he was not drinking tea but some delicious soup.
Shanzha held a wooden stick in his hand and tapped it intermittently: "Hurry up, boil some water, and clean the table."
Niu Pozi's face was covered with bruises. She didn't dare to complain and just buried her head in her work.
Shanzha looked at Wenjiu with stars in her eyes. Sister was so awesome today.
In the past, they rarely suffered losses, but every time the elder sister would drag Concubine De out, or plot behind their backs.
It feels so good to fight back so happily today.
Another half hour passed, and Old Lady Niu came in with hot water and said politely, "Young lady, do you think I can leave now?"
Wenjiu waved his hand: "Go back."
As if she had been pardoned, Mrs. Niu ran away immediately.
After leaving the house, he became angrier and angrier, and couldn't help but turn around and kick Wenjiu viciously.
This one look made me stunned.
The candlelight was bright and flickering, as if giving the woman a layer of warm light.
Her reaction was totally different from what one would have imagined. If an ordinary person was brought to this deserted Qingliang Pavilion and turned from a maid into a powerless concubine, she would probably want to hang herself.
But she seemed to not care at all.
The thin girl supported her head leisurely, her messy hair scattered on her shoulders, and her slender white neck was covered with red marks. She actually looked disheveled, but she also had an extremely charming demeanor.
The beauty is beautiful, but she also has a cynical smile that makes people want to look at her and want to know more.
As Mrs. Niu watched, she felt a chill in her heart.
Is it true that Wenjiu has no chance of success as she thought?
How many men in the world can resist such beauty?
My heart started beating like thunder when I thought of this.
I have offended her, and with her vindictive character, I...
No! No way!
Don't scare yourself, Lord Beile is definitely not a lustful person.
If you really love beauty, why would you send warm wine here?
There is no one in this Qingliang Pavilion. If you spend the winter here, you will freeze to death.
It's okay, there's no way the warm wine will turn over.
Even if the master dotes on her, so what? She can't escape the status of a concubine.
A concubine is different from a princess selected through a formal selection. She is just a toy.
Princesses can be promoted to concubines, and if their master so wishes, they can also raise their own children.
But a concubine does not have this right, and her status cannot be changed in her lifetime.
Besides, she's not the only one who hates her.
How long you can survive by drinking warm wine is another matter!
I must report her to Song Gege when I get back! This beating can't be in vain!
Shanzha watched Niu Pozi leave and became a little worried: "Sister, Niu Pozi came to deliver something to us on behalf of Song Gege. If we hit her, will we offend Song Gege?"
The prince has not yet given my sister an identity. If she encounters Song Gege head-on, I'm afraid she will not end well.
Besides, there was already some conflict between them, and I was afraid that Princess Song would not let it go.
After hearing this, Wenjiu let out a dejected sigh.
Seeing that Shanzha was very nervous, she pinched her little face and said, "It's okay, stay calm, we can do it."
There's a saying that goes, if you have too many lice, you won't be afraid of itching.
Even the Fourth Master was knocked unconscious by her reflexive knockout, so how could she be afraid of knocking one more?
After lying down to organize his thoughts, Wenjiu suddenly sat up.
"Hawthorn, take out the portrait from my package."
This little girl has always been my lackey. If she falls down while warming the wine, I guess she won't have a good ending. I might as well struggle.
Shanzha went to take it suspiciously, and was shocked when she saw the portrait: "Sister, what are you doing with the Fourth Master's portrait?"
Wen Jiu looked at the portrait seriously: "Because... paintings can save lives, hang it up."
"Ah?" Hawthorn was confused.
"Be good, go ahead."
Then Wen Jiu pulled out another hairpin from her head and said, "Then, go to the kitchen and get some delicious food. Sister is hungry."
It would be even better if there was fried chicken, but in this place, you probably can't expect that.
Shanzha was stunned for a moment, then shook his head like a rattle: "How can this hairpin be used? This was given to you by Concubine De. It is your most precious thing..."
My sister carries it with her every day and doesn’t allow others to touch it, so how can she give it away?
Wen Jiu put the hairpin into her hand and said, "Even if life is going to end, I still want to eat. Besides, these are just external things, not as real as a good meal."
Shanzha almost shed tears. She originally thought that her sister had gotten what she wanted and it was a good thing.
So, are they really down and out?
If you want some delicious food, you actually need a hairpin to bribe?
"Okay, don't worry, just go ahead."
After Wenjiu sent Shanzha away, he collapsed on the bed.
The bed was a little cold, and the bedding looked like it was from summer.
Wenjiu finally couldn't help but get up, took down all the unnecessary bed curtains and tents in the room, spread them out on the bed in layers, put the bedding on top, and then got into the quilt.
She didn’t know if she would still be alive tomorrow, so now she just wanted to have a good meal and make up for the sleep she hadn’t gotten in years!
But I tossed and turned and just couldn't fall asleep.
Pulling a handful of hair in annoyance, Wenjiu stood up and sat up, searching his body carefully.
In her memory, the original owner had a spiritual jade on her body, which was also the huge golden finger for Shuqing to become beautiful. She was just curious.
As expected, the jade was found in the interlayer of the bellyband.
"Isn't this... my jade?"
Wenjiu was surprised and took it closer to look at it carefully.
The gray ruby is not translucent at all.
The sculpture is of a small carp, playful and cute, a familiar look in memory.
This is Hongyu, whom she has brought up since she was a child.
Wen Jiu has never seen her parents. She was raised by her grandfather. When she was a child, her grandfather always said that this was the Wen family's ancestral jade, passed down from generation to generation, and could bring good luck to people.
Wenjiu is also a lucky kid, right?
Although her father and daughter died early, she has a grandfather who loves her.
Grandpa is passionate about cooking and always makes various snacks. When Wenjiu was a child, she often brought snacks made by her grandfather to other children, and everyone envied her very much.
Although she was born in a small village, she was admitted to a prestigious university with her excellent grades.
After graduation, she once again broke through many competitors and entered a famous company.
Like all office workers, they are busy making a living, always wanting to make more money and give their families a better life.
But there is never enough time, and there is less and less time left for our loved ones.
When I woke up, my grandfather's hair was already gray, and his hands, which used to be able to repair walls and tiles, could no longer lift chopsticks.
When leaving, Grandpa said: “My Jiu’er, take good care of yourself, eat well and sleep well.
Find a partner who doesn’t need to be rich or famous, but who is down-to-earth and can take care of you.”
With the passing of my grandfather, the love for warm wine in the world has decreased by a lot, but life still has to go on.
The coolness on my cheeks brought me back to the thoughts of warming the wine.
Wenjiu wiped his face carelessly and held the jade pendant in his palm: "Such a jade can make people more beautiful?"
I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but the jade seems to have become warmer. Thinking of my grandfather, my restless heart feels a little calmer.
When he put the jade back into his bellyband, he unexpectedly touched a foreign object.
I carefully touched the edge of the bellyband and found another pocket.
"So this is how girls in ancient times hid things?"
When I opened the pocket, I saw white powder wrapped in oil paper.
"This...could it be the medicine for the Fourth Master?"
The original owner was also a fierce character.
Even though she was a maid, she lived so freely and could drug her master whenever she wanted. Her true nature is something that is hard to envy.
Wen Jiu thought that if she became a maid, with easy work and no worries about food and drink, she would only climb into bed if her brain was rusty.
No matter how handsome a man is, he is not as delicious as meat.
He stood up, dissolved the medicine in water, and sprinkled it under the plum tree outside the window.
The heavy snow was still falling and soon everything was buried.
I returned to the house and got back into bed.
Life in ancient times wasn’t completely unhappy. She could just lie down without having to work and still have enough food and drink. She could do it!
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