Begging for a Monthly Ticket: The End of Huayuan 12

"What kind of eyes do you have?"

The man felt upset when he received Mihua's "understanding" eyes. Is the other party questioning him or looking down on him?

"If it wasn't for the master, I'm pampering you, do you really think you're someone?"

This woman actually dared to make fun of him, she was so brave, if she didn't care, would she step on his head in the future?

Mi Hua snorted coldly, put down the bowl and chopsticks gently, reached out to take the handkerchief handed over by the concubine, and wiped the corners of her mouth gracefully.

"Your Majesty is so confident, you can just wait to eat the bamboo slips fried table table. Our family is not poor, we can afford a roll of bamboo slips and a table. If the kitchen is not cooked to your taste, my concubine will let you eat it." The chef in the back kitchen will try a few more dishes until you are satisfied."

The man was almost choked by her words, and the finger he pointed at Mihua was trembling with anger.

Mi Hua got up from the mat and went back to her room without looking back.

The concubine hesitated for a second, then decisively raised her heels to follow the pace of the eldest wife in the main house, and dropped the big pig's trotters.

Mrs. Mi Hua is her food and clothing parents. If you don't hug this thigh, is it possible to hug that unreliable man?

The man was so angry that he lifted the table and scolded people, but the person he scolded left early, no matter how harsh or ugly he scolded, the audience was only a few servants.

Not only did it not affect Mi Hua, but it lost her face and hurt her liver.

"The shrew! I'm so pissed off!" The man thumped the table hard, gritted his teeth, "Sooner or later, this shrew will be divorced, and sooner or later, she will be divorced!"

The servants on the side could only roll their eyes secretly.

If the man dared to divorce, he would have divorced eight hundred years earlier. How could this couple have tortured each other for so many years?

He also couldn't understand, the eldest lady is talented and beautiful, and there is a huge market for remarrying with Li, why hang on this crooked neck tree?

Not only they don't understand, but the concubines in the man's backyard don't understand either.

Mi Hua is probably the main wife in every man's dream. She serves her parents-in-law and raises her children.

There is no need to worry about people in the inner and outer courtyards. She never cared which concubine's room her husband stayed at night. If the husband wanted to take a concubine, she would support her, and she even earned the money for the concubine's room. It could be called a one-stop service. A man doesn't have to think about anything other than to give birth to a descendant.

Such a good wife, which man doesn't like it?

The only difference is that this virtuous wife not only doesn't know how to flatter her, nor does she diss her concubine's house who is ostentatious every day. On the contrary, she can make her husband's three corpses go crazy with anger, making all the concubines stand in her camp. It is also very confusing to say, and outsiders can't see through it at all.

study.

The concubine squeezed Mi Hua's shoulders with the slender hands that men love so much, with appropriate strength and skillful technique.

Mi Hua leaned on the table to flip through the books, her brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed.

The concubine couldn't help persuading, "Why don't madam talk to the master?"

Mi Hua turned a page without raising her eyelids and said, "I have nothing to talk to him about."

Mud can't support the wall, and if you talk too much, you will get angry with yourself, anger will hurt the liver, and liver damage will damage your lifespan.

For such a man who committed suicide slowly, she was grateful.

The concubine said, "Master always makes madam angry, and madam is also upset, why don't you appease him and let him stop coming to delay your study."

Mi Hua sneered, "He deserves it too?"

Concubine: "..."

Looking back on the virtues of my master, well, he is indeed unworthy.

"There is one thing that I have never understood. If Madam is willing to answer, why don't you explain it to me?"

Mi Hua asked, "What's the matter?"

The concubine said, "Madam is both talented and beautiful, and she is not very old. If she remarries with Li, she won't have to worry about not being able to find the right man. Why waste time on the master? Madam treats my concubine well, and I don't know how many concubines I have." I am grateful, and I naturally hope that Madam will be better. Master’s words... can’t be said to be all bad, but they are not as good as those young heroes, how can there be so many concubines in other people’s backyards?”

Now being the wife of a scumbag, and having to endure a shabby dangling in front of his eyes every day, how embarrassing it is.

Mi Hua curled her lips into a slight smile, and she said, "For me, no one in the world is him, and it doesn't matter if I marry anyone."

Back then, if her shameless relatives had not used extraordinary means to force her to marry, she would have been widowed for the rest of her life.

Since the current husband can't hinder her no matter how much he struggles, what's the difference between leaving and not being reconciled?

After so many years, she also accepted the reality and didn't want to make any more troubles.

If they reconcile and leave, there is no guarantee that the so-called relatives of her mother's family will force her to marry again for the sake of profit.

Of course, now she will not give those people the chance to persecute her.

The concubine knew who the "he" Mihua was referring to - Mihua's ex-husband was said to be a man who could be gentle.

"Besides, there's nothing wrong with him taking more concubines."

Mi Hua's words were beyond my concubine's expectation.

"Eh?"

Will there be a wife who likes her husband to take a concubine?

"There are many beautiful things in the world, but they are not as good as beautiful women. Each of them is more beautiful than Huajiao, beautiful and young, just standing is like a painting." Mihua smiled and said, "You guys always have your own beauty. Ability. For example, you can always squeeze your shoulders and beat your back just right. You usually sit and read a lot, and your neck and shoulders hurt. If you do this for a while, it’s not a good day? Yunniang has an oriole voice, and I like listening to her in the early morning Hanging in the backyard, I feel better all day, Xiao Hong can do the flying dance, and her figure is graceful and moving..."

Big Pig's Trotter likes concubines who are both talented in color and art. He spent a lot of money to redeem several concubines in the backyard, and Mi Hua also likes them.

These concubines are not so much owned by men as they were raised by Mi Hua.

"Of course..." I don't know what came to mind, and Mi Hua's voice was self-deprecating, "It's the hardest thing for a woman in this world. If he takes one more concubine, won't one more woman have a place to live? There are advantages and disadvantages, and fortune and misfortune depend on each other. , It just depends on what the people in the game think."

No one knows that when she was young, she hated the existence of concubines the most, and she also sneered at this fallacy.

It's just that this time and that time, the world is different. Nansheng has experienced more than ten years of war, and so many women have suffered misfortune.

She has seen too many scenes of women's naked corpses in the wilderness, covered with maggots, and exposed to wind and sun.

For the vast majority of people, living is not easy, so how can they be picky about how to live.

"Ma'am, will Lord Lanting really order the expropriation?"

Mi Hua said firmly, "I will, she needs me."

The concubine laughed, "If that's the case, master..."

Do you really want to eat bamboo table?

"Hmph, a gentleman's words are hard to follow. If he says eat, then I'll watch him kneel down and finish eating!"

Before the requisition document was issued, Jiang Pengji received several messages here.

Many people said that they saw someone similar to Hua Yuan.

Jiang Pengji connected these places together and discovered a secret, Huayuan actually went north to Ningzhou.

Ningzhou?

Isn't this Huayuan's ancestral home?

Recalling what Wei Ci once said, it seems that the last time he saw Huayuan in his previous life was also in Ningzhou.