Chapter 7 The master's farmhand carried away the concubine brought for good luck.
Pear Blossom stepped forward and blocked his way, saying, "I know you have a problem with me, but how do you know Ji Huaizhi doesn't want to see me?"
Xi Shun didn't want to offend her, after all, she was now someone who served the young master.
"Grandma, please don't ask me anymore. Ji Huaizhi has been assigned to another courtyard." Xi Shun clasped her hands together in a pleading gesture.
"Don't you think about it? You're now the young master's concubine. Is it appropriate for you to go looking for a grown man?"
Pear Blossom bit her lip, her hands, which were twisting the handkerchief, turning slightly white: "You don't even look down on me anymore?"
"Don't!" Xi Shun interrupted, "You're a sparrow that has flown to the top of a branch now, we wouldn't dare look down on you."
"You should go back now! Otherwise, the young master will come looking for you." Xi Shun waved his hand to leave: "Ji Huaizhi is a simpleton. Just pretend that what happened between you two never happened."
Pear Blossom couldn't utter a single word.
Then I saw him miss his work and go to do his own thing.
He just said that when Lihua was a maidservant, she only felt humiliated. On the surface, she was the young master's first-class maidservant, but everyone in the mansion knew that the young master's first-class maidservant was constantly being replaced.
She believed the young master's promise that he would give her a proper status.
She regrets it now.
The young master has been getting increasingly impatient with her lately.
Will the young master still remember who she is after all this time?
Pear Blossom went to the steward and learned that Ji Huaizhi had gone to Aunt Song's courtyard. However, since she was someone close to the young master, it wasn't appropriate for her to go directly to him in a straightforward manner.
I had no choice but to find a way to see him again next time.
Although Master Jia has regained consciousness, his illness has not improved.
She had taken all the expensive medicines, and Madam Jia had been staying by her husband's side every day, not even visiting her son recently. She felt utterly exhausted.
"Is Song's illness still not better?" Master Jia thought of the fortune teller who said that Song's fate was extremely good to him, but now that her illness had not improved, the superstitious Master Jia wanted to give it a try.
Of course, Aunt Song's illness was fake; Madam Jia made her copy Buddhist scriptures and kneel in the Buddhist hall on purpose by saying that.
After that, when Master Jia wanted to see Consort Song, Madam Jia used this excuse to turn him away.
Seeing that her husband had brought it up again, Madam Jia knew she couldn't use that excuse anymore.
"I had someone check on her, but she's been staying indoors and hasn't greeted me at all. I told you long ago that she doesn't know any manners," Madam Jia said, not forgetting to add insult to injury.
"I've been too lenient with her. It's not good for her to never understand the rules." How could Master Jia not see that Madam Song was unwilling to enter the Jia family?
“You must be tired these days. Go back and rest as soon as possible, and have Madam Song come and take care of you.”
Madam Jia took the medicine brought in by the maid and said, "I understand. I'll have Granny Guo deliver a message right away."
Upon learning this, Song Jiao took a deep breath.
He cursed her directly in front of Granny Guo, calling her an old hag.
Granny Guo trembled in fright: "Aunt Song, watch your words!"
Song Jiao looked up: "What? Did I say something wrong?"
"Go ahead and complain! Go tell your wife, tell that old geezer, that I'm hoping he dies." Song Jiao had been in a pretty good mood lately.
Now, she just couldn't resist going to sleep with that old geezer.
She was the second daughter in her family. Her mother-in-law fell and became delirious, talking nonsense. Her superstitious parents thought that her mother-in-law was possessed by a wandering ghost, so they found a fortune teller to exorcise the ghost.
When Song Jiao returned home, the Taoist priest's eyes lit up.
They said that the wandering ghosts were attracted by Song Jiao, and that he would exorcise them in a quiet, deserted house.
Mr. and Mrs. Song believed it without a doubt.
They pushed Song Jiao into the room where the fortune teller was.
Who would have thought that Song Jiao would gouge out the fortune teller's eyes?
Her face had caused her a lot of trouble, and Song Jiao was not a delicate girl.
The fortune teller harbored a grudge. Coincidentally, the Jia family had asked him to come and check on Master Jia, who was still unconscious due to illness. So he said that Master Jia needed a "lucky charm" to bring him good fortune, and the person to be chosen was special. He accurately pointed out the location of Song Jiao's house.
Only then did the Jia family force her to be carried inside, and Song Jiao was still unaware that it was because of the fortune teller.
"Good heavens! Aunt Song, do you know how much trouble your words will bring you?" Granny Guo had never seen anyone like this before.
It's no wonder they come from small, humble families.
"What trouble? Wasn't my coming to the Jia family a trouble?"
Granny Guo was speechless.
No one wants to be someone's concubine, especially someone old enough to be her father.
After thinking for a moment, Granny Guo finally spoke: "Someone will come to pick up Consort Song tonight. I'll pretend I didn't hear what you said today, but you must never say it again in the future."
After everyone left, Baozhu came to her senses: "Aunt Song, you must never say such things again."
"The First Madam values the Master the most. If this gets back to the First Madam and the Master, you'll definitely get a beating!"
"You may leave now," Song Jiao said softly.
Baozhu was worried.
Song Jiao waved wearily, telling her to leave.
After everyone left, Song Jiao covered her face and cried. She was unwilling, so unwilling.
Like other women, she only wished to be with her husband for life, just because of this face.
She knew her face often caused trouble, so she would deliberately make herself look ugly or wear a veil when she was not at home.
He looked up at the peerless face reflected in the bronze mirror.
Slowly raise your hand and reach for the scissors on the other side.
Just then, Ji Huaizhi walked in casually, carrying a jujube cake in his hand.
Song Jiao immediately bristled like a cat with its fur standing on end: "How could you suddenly barge in like that? I think you're asking for trouble!"
Tears still clung to her face, and she quickly turned her face to the other side, not wanting anyone to see her vulnerability.
"go out!"
Ji Huaizhi seemed a little surprised, but still gave her the pastry wrapped in oil paper: "Sour jujube cake, tastes very good."
After saying that, he left Xuanfeng there.
I had just turned around and stepped out of the room when I was called back.
"etc."
"Why did you give me jujube cake?" Song Jiao asked, tears welling in her eyes. "Is it because of this face? Or because I'm the mistress of this courtyard?"
Ji Huaizhi turned to look at her, his eyes serious: "I saw it and wanted to bring it back for you to try."
Song Jiao: "Just because you wanted to?"
Ji Huaizhi nodded hesitantly.
Wiping away her tears, Song Jiao stood up and unwrapped the oil paper. The jujube cake inside was amber in color and cut into thumb-sized pieces. As soon as she opened it, the aroma of jujube fruit wafted out.
She picked up a piece and put it in her mouth; it was soft and chewy. "Thank you."
Ji Huaizhi saw that he had eaten and then left.
This piece of sour jujube cake made Song Jiao cry even harder. She felt wronged and sad, as if a heavy stone had been temporarily removed from her heart.
Xuanfeng shook her head, as if she found her noisy.
Just as it was about to fly away, its body was grabbed. Song Jiao held the black phoenix and said, "Your master is quite kind; he kept you here too."
As she cried, she couldn't help but hold the bird's body and wipe away her tears.
Feeling the soft, smooth feathers, Song Jiao wiped them a couple more times.
Xuanfeng reluctantly accepted it; didn't she have a handkerchief in front of her?
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