The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort - 18. East window incident

The next day, Jiang Ruan got up early, and Bai Zhi served some freshly cooked polenta from the outside. The corn was boiled and the simmered rice porridge exuded a faint sweet fragrance. Forsythia novelty: “The kitchen is so good today, why is there still polenta?”

The breakfast on Zhuangzi is brown rice porridge that is so thin that it can illuminate a person’s shadow, a little bit of pickles, polenta is not available, it’s not that the ingredients are expensive and cheap, but the people in the kitchen are not willing to pay more attention to this side, just arrived. When Zhuangzi went to Zhuangzi, Baizhi and Forsythia didn’t quarrel with the kitchen about this matter, but they quarreled. After all, there was still no change, and the capital was not indifferent, and there was no one in charge, so Jiang Ruan became accustomed to it.

Bai Zhi smiled: “It was sent by Xiaoyuan.” Since a few days ago, Xiaoyuan had helped Xiaoyuan mend up her clothes, and Xiaoyuan had also been obedient, knowing how to deal with courtesy, but he ran here a bit more often.

Forsythia was stunned: “It’s a solid eye.” After he said, he raised the bowl: “Girl, take a few sips, it’s good for your body.”

Polenta is not a delicacy in any case, and its good effects on the body are naturally not as good as precious medicinal materials or fish tonic. Only nowadays even a bowl of polenta seems so rare, and the life is indeed a bit desolate. Bai Zhi was a little bit sad, but saw Jiang Ruan pick up the bowl without hesitation and took a sip, greeted them to eat too. Bai Zhi has a sense of generality. It coincides with a big change. It is rare that her own girl can still be contented. She grew up with the girl in the house since she was a child. As a maid of an unfavored master, she was naturally cold-eyed. In just a few years, she could see through the warmth and warmth of humanity. , The ones who came are more stable and mature earlier than other maids of the same age. However, she felt that her patience and composure were not enough in front of her own girl. I don’t know since when, as if she was seriously ill, the girl became a little unpredictable.

It is rare in life to maintain a normal heart in the midst of great joy and sadness. My girl used to weep secretly when she thought of the happy time in Shangshu’s Mansion, but now she has never seen her show such an expression again, but she is very calm. Thinking of this, Bai Zhi said to Jiang Ruan: “The girl looks happier every day now.”

Jiang Ruan smiled slightly, but didn’t break it. The oppression of life is nothing. What is the most terrifying thing is that there is no shortage of everything, but I feel that I have nothing, no love, no relatives, no family, no friends. Later, I thought I had a lover, but it was also fake. Moreover, these days, compared to being trapped in a tub, watching her relatives being insulted but unable to do anything, it is already great, at least now that she still has a complete body and freedom. At least she is still alive now, as long as she is still alive, everything has the chance to come back again, she crawled out of hell, but not to care about these little things.

At this moment, I saw someone hurriedly coming from outside. Seeing that Jiang and Ruan were in the room, they rushed in without knocking the door. Forsythia was taken aback, and when she saw it clearly, she rebuked, “Mado, what are you doing in such a hurry?”

Madoka leaned on the door, panting, her face flushed, and she said for a while, “Miss, it’s not good!”

“Speak slowly,” Bai Zhi frowned, “What happened?”

“A lot of officers and soldiers came outside and surrounded Zhuangzi, saying that someone had seen the young lady kill someone.” Madoka’s eyes were full of panic: “Mother Lan is bringing them here.”

Forsythia’s eyes widened: “How can our young lady kill? It’s obviously bloodshot, so she doesn’t have the skin!”

“Don’t worry,” Jiang Ruan put down the bowl calmly: “Wait.”