Aunt Zhao's face was full of astonishment. She thought she had misunderstood: "What?"
"I said that from now on, Lingyi will be the housekeeper of the General's Mansion." Mrs. Xue said in a tone that did not allow for comment.
Aunt Zhao's face turned pale: "Sister..."
Old Mrs. Xue suddenly became angry: "Don't call me sister!"
This anger burned in her heart for many years.
When the old general took Zhao Wanrong home, he took good care of her and almost treated her as his own sister.
But how did Zhao Wanrong repay her?
Old Mrs. Xue will never forget it for the rest of her life. She and the old general quarreled for some reason and slept in separate rooms.
After thinking about it, she felt guilty. She rarely cooked breakfast the next day and went to the study to wake up the old general.
Stepping inside, he saw Zhao Wanrong's jade body lying in the arms of the old general who was also naked. There were traces of love all over their bodies.
After all these years, that scene is still before my eyes.
"I wish I could peel off your skin and stretch your muscles! But today, for Ling Yi's sake, I won't kill you or betray you. You can just stay in Cuiyu Courtyard and wait until you die. , I will buy you a cemetery!"
"But I..."
"Shut up!"
Old Mrs. Xue interrupted her impatiently, "I am the most benevolent person, if you say one more nonsense, I will kill you now!"
Aunt Zhao closed her lips tightly, but her teeth clenched.
She worked hard to become an aunt, and personally used chronic poison to make the old woman's health worse day by day, and finally got her wish and got the power of housekeeper.
Seeing that the General's Mansion was already in her possession, suddenly, a Qing Lingyi came out, causing all her years of hard work to be ruined!
Aunt Zhao hated Qing Lingyi so much that she gritted her teeth and looked at her fiercely.
Qing Lingyi noticed it and looked back.
Facing Aunt Zhao's poisonous gaze, she frowned: "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you quickly bring me the account book? Be careful, I'll kill you too!"
“……”
Aunt Zhao was so angry that she almost vomited blood.
But there was no way to refute it.
Mrs. Xue also helped: "You can't understand human language? Go quickly!"
Aunt Zhao squeezed out the word "yes" from between her teeth.
After she left, Qing Lingyi's little face immediately fell, and she turned to Mrs. Xue: "Mother, you are confused, why do you call me housekeeper? You are well, you should do it yourself!"
Aunt Qi on the other side hurriedly advised: "Absolutely not! The housekeeper has spent so much time and effort. The old lady was so irritable all the time. In this general's house, even a dog passing by will be scolded!"
Qing Lingyi:?
Then I will be irritable too!
Her eyes rolled: "Then let's take the second sister-in-law! She has a heart like water, knows books and is polite, and needs to be a housekeeper. She is much more suitable than me."
"No," Cheng Zheng said, "My mother's temper is too soft and she can't manage the family. And my mother's eyesight is bad and she can't read the account books."
Qing Lingyi was silent for a moment and started to think of bad ideas: "Then let Chengjun hurry up and marry a wife with a strong temper and good arithmetic to take care of the house!"
Cheng Jun was silent: "Are you serious?"
Old Mrs. Xue couldn't stand it anymore: "Jun'er is only ten years old!"
Cheng Zheng added: "You are really not a human being."
Qing Lingyi collapsed.
Other families are vying for the housekeeper, so why should the general's government be so humble to each other?
She was very anxious: "I can't do it either! I'm very bad at arithmetic. I can't even add a few to a few and I'll make mistakes!"
Mrs. Xue didn't believe it: "You were taught by Zuo County Duke, how could you be bad at arithmetic? Be humble!"
"Because I'm stupid, I never calculate my homework every day. Bi Wei does it for me."
"Biwei?"
"She is my maid."
Everyone turned their heads.
Bi Wei was so nervous that her face turned pale: "Why, what, what's wrong?"
Mrs. Xue: "Suppose a chicken and a rabbit share a cage with twenty-five heads on top and sixty-six legs on the bottom. How many chickens and rabbits are there?"
Biwei looked at Qing Lingyi.
Qing Lingyi silently turned her face away.
Biwei felt like she had been betrayed, so she reluctantly said, "Seventeen chickens and eight rabbits."
Mrs. Xue pinched her fingers and calculated, yes.
She broke the rules and said, "Then you two will manage the house together!"
Qing Lingyi and Bi Wei were both shocked and said in unison: "How can this be done?!"
Mrs. Xue spread her hands, "Otherwise, this general's mansion will be controlled by that bitch Zhao Wanrong."
Qing Lingyi:! ! !
She thought of Aunt Zhao's bullying manner and the strange smell of the bowl of medicine.
She had no choice but to reluctantly nod her head.
After a while, Aunt Zhao came to Jingchenxuan, but she only got a booklet.
She said: "There are too many ledgers, and the accountant is not in the house. Let's go through the list of properties in the house today."
Old Mrs. Xue couldn't see her little tricks and sneered: "Why are you struggling to the death?"
But that’s okay. The first thing to do is to look at the account books. I’m afraid it will be very hard.
Mrs. Xue turned around and said, "Come on, you two, let's get started."
Qing Lingyi and Biwei were forced to go on the shelf, so they took the plunge.
After being busy until evening, Qing Lingyi and Bi Wei returned to Yanshan Residence like wandering souls.
Bi Wei said weakly: "Madam... I will help you wash up..."
Qing Lingyi was furious: "I can't take a shower... just go to bed..."
The two of them parted ways and went back to their respective houses.
In the main room, Cheng Yang was reading in front of the desk under the window. Wu Liang put a bowl of medicine and a bowl of lotus seed soup in his hands.
Without thinking, Cheng Yang picked up the medicine bowl and drank it all in one gulp.
But Wu Liang was still uneasy: "General, you haven't used much of your dinner. At least you can eat lotus seed soup to cushion your stomach."
“……”
Cheng Yang pondered for a moment, picked up the spoon and took a bite.
Still no taste.
Just like dinner, there was no taste.
He had lived for nearly thirty years, and the only thing he tasted was Qing Lingyi's bowl of pork and egg custard.
With his thoughts at this point, Qing Lingyi walked in.
Wu Liang: "Madam."
Qing Lingyi turned a deaf ear and fell down on the pear couch with his head straight.
Wu Liang was shocked, what happened?
"Go back." Cheng Yang said.
"Yes," Wu Liang glanced at him again, "Remember to drink the lotus seed soup."
"Don't be like an old woman." Cheng Yang said expressionlessly.
"...Yes." Wu Liang said.
Wait for Wu Liang to exit and close the door.
Cheng Yang put down the spoon, stood up and approached the couch, looking down.
She just lay there, her whole face buried in the pillow, all her jewelry and hairpins were on, and she didn't take off her clothes, shoes and socks.
"Your Majesty," Cheng Yang said.
She remained motionless.
Cheng Yang wondered if she had suffocated herself to death, so he frowned and stepped forward to hold up her head.
Taking it out, still alive.
"Qing Lingyi?" Cheng Yang shook her.
Qing Lingyi wrinkled her nose.
"Wake up." Cheng Yang continued to shake.
Qing Lingyi let out a dissatisfied groan, softly, as if she was coquettish, but in fact she was protesting.
Cheng Yang paused and pinched her nose mercilessly: "Open your eyes."
Qing Lingyi actually heard nothing and didn't know anything. She just felt that she couldn't breathe for some reason. She struggled subconsciously but failed to break free.
Feeling almost suffocated, she finally opened her eyelids.
When she saw it was Cheng Yang, she was not afraid, but was confused: "What are you doing?"
Cheng Yang's commanding tone: "You have to go wash up."
Qing Lingyi said with a sad face: "No, I'm exhausted, I just want to sleep. I don't want to wash up."
"You won't take off your hairpins or clothes?"
"I don't have the strength." Qing Lingyi flattened her mouth in grievance.
Cheng Yang couldn't figure out, what did she do in the afternoon, so tired?
He frowned: "Must."
"That……"
Qing Lingyi turned over, face up, still with her eyes closed, and said softly: "Help me take off my clothes."
