Soon, Song Shiyan left, and the only immortal slave was left in the room.
Without the torture of men and the moans of women, the courtyard suddenly became much quieter.
She heard the sound of him opening the door, the sound of the servants outside whispering and the sound of him raising his foot away.
After a while, Qiuju, a close maid she brought from her parents' home, took a pillow and put it under her waist.
Madam Yi, who is beside her mother-in-law, has repeatedly told her that she must keep the pillow for a while after sex, so she will definitely get pregnant with her son.
At this moment, she was wearing a slut, and her bellyband was torn apart and was still under the bed, and the bed was covered with unknown liquid.
She and Qiu Ju live in the entire Haitangyuan, plus two mothers guarding the door. Haitangyuan is not the bustling and lively place in the mansion. She is lying naked at this moment, and she is not afraid of anyone coming to see it.
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Xiannu looked up at the blue bed tent, let Qiuju sobbing in a low voice, covered her with a quilt, and cleaned up the mess on the ground.Just after she finished, she couldn't take a shower, and she had to endure it even if she was sticky.
She suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Qiuju, thought for a while but spoke, Qiuju... Father-in-law comes over, no one knows, right?
Qiuju took a warm scarf and wiped her body. When she heard Xiannu call him, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and responded.
When the master came, he brought his close servant Ping An. After Ping An sent the two mothers to rest, he went outside to guard the door. Except for the two mothers who might be suspicious, no one should know the rest.She bit her lower lip lightly and continued, Miss, will we wait for the master to come every day in the future?
She actually doesn't understand very much. The lady is so good, so why does she have to stay in the Song Mansion? This is a place of trouble. The old lady wants a grandson, why does the lady have to be Song Ge Lao if she wants a child? Is it okay to adopt or adopt a child in other young masters' mansions?
The lady used to say that she would not stay in this mansion for a long time. If she really had a child, would she still be together?
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Mei Xiannu paused her hand in clothes, pulled her little hand over, held it tightly in her hand, and smiled warmly on her face. I thought of a way to do it for the child.Good Qiuju, we must guard the door in the future and no one will let in.Those two old ladies will be handed over to Ping'an tomorrow.
Um.Qiuju nodded, turned her face and said nothing.
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She doesn't want Ah either.On the first day, she didn't want to continue to maintain this chaotic relationship. She was afraid, even if she was disgusted, what should she do if her body was depressed?
If you can’t get pregnant, will your father-in-law come every day in the future?
Also, does he really not mind?
Let your son call him grandpa in the future.The family genealogy in the mansion is called grandparents, do he really not mind?
The time is short, but it may not be seen. What if it takes a long time?
If he regrets it, or is known by the servants and managers of the Song Mansion, how would she live here?
The immortal slave's mind was messy, his body was tortured and he fell asleep in a daze.
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It was almost noon when I woke up. Xiannu got up lazily from the bed and asked Qiuju to go to the washing room to put hot water. After taking a bath, she went out slowly and went to the small flower hall in Haitangyuan for breakfast.
Fortunately, yesterday, her husband Song Enze was already in funeral and she didn't have to kneel in the mourning hall. Her mother-in-law was also sad and wouldn't let her serve her in front of her cause trouble, otherwise she wouldn't dare to sleep for so long.
When I walked to the small flower hall, I saw the man who shouldn't have been in the mansion at this time.
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The man sitting on a carved mahogany chair was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, and white underwear made of brocade. His trousers were straight. He held a court newspaper in his hand and read them calmly.
The bright light from the floor-to-ceiling window penetrated into his face, making his side face look so angular. The man who didn't look old was even more and more unable to take his eyes off his eyes.
The immortal slave was stunned until he looked up. When his eyes met, the immortal slave almost turned aside and greeted him with embarrassment. Good morning, father-in-law.
Song Shiyan frowned lightly, said lightly, glanced at her white and tender fingers, and turned her head to continue reading the newspaper.
Qiuju saw that the immortal slave had fallen seat and hurriedly brought her breakfast that had been hot several times to the round table.
The meals in the mansion are customized regularly and in a regular and quantitative manner. If you miss the time, you will have no food.
There were too few people in Haitangyuan, and her mother-in-law was unwilling to spend money and opened a new kitchen for her.
She likes to stay in bed again. Every time she gets up late, Qiuju will be on the small stove, warming her meals over and over again.
Xiannu whispered thank you to Qiuju, lowered his head and started breakfast quietly.
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Since she married into the Song Mansion two years ago, Song Shiyan has been dissatisfied with her. It would be fine if she failed to win over Song Enze's heart, and she was even more displeased with her parents' affairs.
Two years ago, her father, Mei Qingyuan, the then censor, was in charge of prosecutors. Once, she was imprisoned for participating in the emperor's mediocre notebook in the court and was sentenced to exile for three thousand miles last year.
Now she is the daughter of a veritable sinner. It would be fine if she had no contribution to the Song Mansion, but she was also a completely useless rice insect in the Song Mansion. Now she has no power and power, and she can't even save her own father.
So she had time on weekdays, either taking care of the flowers and plants she planted in the yard or reading scriptures to her mother-in-law, so that she could know that there was such a daughter-in-law in the Song family.
I used to think it wasn't that bad, but now I think about it, she regrets it a little.
She felt more and more like a dodder flower. Without the protection of the Song Mansion and her parents, she seemed to be unable to survive.
After breakfast, before the immortal slave had time to get up, the man's low and magnetic voice rose from behind and cut her nails first.Come to my study after cutting it.
After saying that, he signaled to the face-like Madam who was standing next to him to move as soon as possible.
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Xiannu's back was slightly stiff. She pursed her lips and handed her white and tender little hand to the nanny.
Krak... The sharp scissors quickly cut off her nails that had been left for eight years. Listening to the sparse and broken sound, Mei Xiannu's heart also sank.She seemed to be unable to escape today.
Seeing that his nails were cut, Song Shiyan lifted his foot and left, and said, "Follow me to the study."The immortal slave struggled for a while and then stood up and followed.
Song Shiyan's study was in front of the west yard of Song Mansion, more than 200 meters away from Haitang Garden. The immortal slave walked slowly, and there were no one along the way.
Usually, there are servants coming and going on this road, and now I don’t know where they are.
The immortal slave dragged his pace again and finally walked to the entrance of the study. The man had already gone in, only Ping An stood at the door.It seems that I have been waiting for her for a long time.
Ping'an pushed open the study door and signaled her to go in quickly. The master has been waiting for a long time.
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Xiannu couldn't guess what he was going to do for her. Every time he asked her parents-in-law to give her a lecture, she was always with her mother-in-law. After getting out of bed, he was still cold to her. He would hardly communicate too much except for treating her.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help pinching her palm, took a deep breath, and stepped into the door of the study.
What caught my eye was dark. Before she could see clearly the situation inside, she felt her wrist tightening. Before she could scream, she was pulled in by a powerful force.
After a while of rotation, her back pressed against the hard door panel, and the door handle on her waist made her frown.
The man who was imprisoning her was very close to her, and she could even feel his breath spraying on her forehead.
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Except for being in bed last night, the immortal slave has never been so close to a man other than Song Shiyan, and his heart is almost about to jump out of his throat.
She clenched the hem of her skirt weakly, and her voice trembled. Daddy...what are you going to do?
Song Shiyan has excellent eyesight and can still clearly lock the changing expression on her face in a dim environment. She is afraid, confused, helpless, and innocent, as if she is an ignorant girl.
He burst out from his throat with a low laugh, his slender fingers lifted up her small chin, and his thin lips stopped a few millimeters away from her tender lips. My good daughter-in-law, what do you think?
Without the torture of men and the moans of women, the courtyard suddenly became much quieter.
She heard the sound of him opening the door, the sound of the servants outside whispering and the sound of him raising his foot away.
After a while, Qiuju, a close maid she brought from her parents' home, took a pillow and put it under her waist.
Madam Yi, who is beside her mother-in-law, has repeatedly told her that she must keep the pillow for a while after sex, so she will definitely get pregnant with her son.
At this moment, she was wearing a slut, and her bellyband was torn apart and was still under the bed, and the bed was covered with unknown liquid.
She and Qiu Ju live in the entire Haitangyuan, plus two mothers guarding the door. Haitangyuan is not the bustling and lively place in the mansion. She is lying naked at this moment, and she is not afraid of anyone coming to see it.
……………………
Xiannu looked up at the blue bed tent, let Qiuju sobbing in a low voice, covered her with a quilt, and cleaned up the mess on the ground.Just after she finished, she couldn't take a shower, and she had to endure it even if she was sticky.
She suddenly remembered something, turned to look at Qiuju, thought for a while but spoke, Qiuju... Father-in-law comes over, no one knows, right?
Qiuju took a warm scarf and wiped her body. When she heard Xiannu call him, she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and responded.
When the master came, he brought his close servant Ping An. After Ping An sent the two mothers to rest, he went outside to guard the door. Except for the two mothers who might be suspicious, no one should know the rest.She bit her lower lip lightly and continued, Miss, will we wait for the master to come every day in the future?
She actually doesn't understand very much. The lady is so good, so why does she have to stay in the Song Mansion? This is a place of trouble. The old lady wants a grandson, why does the lady have to be Song Ge Lao if she wants a child? Is it okay to adopt or adopt a child in other young masters' mansions?
The lady used to say that she would not stay in this mansion for a long time. If she really had a child, would she still be together?
……………………
Mei Xiannu paused her hand in clothes, pulled her little hand over, held it tightly in her hand, and smiled warmly on her face. I thought of a way to do it for the child.Good Qiuju, we must guard the door in the future and no one will let in.Those two old ladies will be handed over to Ping'an tomorrow.
Um.Qiuju nodded, turned her face and said nothing.
……………………
She doesn't want Ah either.On the first day, she didn't want to continue to maintain this chaotic relationship. She was afraid, even if she was disgusted, what should she do if her body was depressed?
If you can’t get pregnant, will your father-in-law come every day in the future?
Also, does he really not mind?
Let your son call him grandpa in the future.The family genealogy in the mansion is called grandparents, do he really not mind?
The time is short, but it may not be seen. What if it takes a long time?
If he regrets it, or is known by the servants and managers of the Song Mansion, how would she live here?
The immortal slave's mind was messy, his body was tortured and he fell asleep in a daze.
……………………
It was almost noon when I woke up. Xiannu got up lazily from the bed and asked Qiuju to go to the washing room to put hot water. After taking a bath, she went out slowly and went to the small flower hall in Haitangyuan for breakfast.
Fortunately, yesterday, her husband Song Enze was already in funeral and she didn't have to kneel in the mourning hall. Her mother-in-law was also sad and wouldn't let her serve her in front of her cause trouble, otherwise she wouldn't dare to sleep for so long.
When I walked to the small flower hall, I saw the man who shouldn't have been in the mansion at this time.
……………………
The man sitting on a carved mahogany chair was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, and white underwear made of brocade. His trousers were straight. He held a court newspaper in his hand and read them calmly.
The bright light from the floor-to-ceiling window penetrated into his face, making his side face look so angular. The man who didn't look old was even more and more unable to take his eyes off his eyes.
The immortal slave was stunned until he looked up. When his eyes met, the immortal slave almost turned aside and greeted him with embarrassment. Good morning, father-in-law.
Song Shiyan frowned lightly, said lightly, glanced at her white and tender fingers, and turned her head to continue reading the newspaper.
Qiuju saw that the immortal slave had fallen seat and hurriedly brought her breakfast that had been hot several times to the round table.
The meals in the mansion are customized regularly and in a regular and quantitative manner. If you miss the time, you will have no food.
There were too few people in Haitangyuan, and her mother-in-law was unwilling to spend money and opened a new kitchen for her.
She likes to stay in bed again. Every time she gets up late, Qiuju will be on the small stove, warming her meals over and over again.
Xiannu whispered thank you to Qiuju, lowered his head and started breakfast quietly.
……………………
Since she married into the Song Mansion two years ago, Song Shiyan has been dissatisfied with her. It would be fine if she failed to win over Song Enze's heart, and she was even more displeased with her parents' affairs.
Two years ago, her father, Mei Qingyuan, the then censor, was in charge of prosecutors. Once, she was imprisoned for participating in the emperor's mediocre notebook in the court and was sentenced to exile for three thousand miles last year.
Now she is the daughter of a veritable sinner. It would be fine if she had no contribution to the Song Mansion, but she was also a completely useless rice insect in the Song Mansion. Now she has no power and power, and she can't even save her own father.
So she had time on weekdays, either taking care of the flowers and plants she planted in the yard or reading scriptures to her mother-in-law, so that she could know that there was such a daughter-in-law in the Song family.
I used to think it wasn't that bad, but now I think about it, she regrets it a little.
She felt more and more like a dodder flower. Without the protection of the Song Mansion and her parents, she seemed to be unable to survive.
After breakfast, before the immortal slave had time to get up, the man's low and magnetic voice rose from behind and cut her nails first.Come to my study after cutting it.
After saying that, he signaled to the face-like Madam who was standing next to him to move as soon as possible.
……………………
Xiannu's back was slightly stiff. She pursed her lips and handed her white and tender little hand to the nanny.
Krak... The sharp scissors quickly cut off her nails that had been left for eight years. Listening to the sparse and broken sound, Mei Xiannu's heart also sank.She seemed to be unable to escape today.
Seeing that his nails were cut, Song Shiyan lifted his foot and left, and said, "Follow me to the study."The immortal slave struggled for a while and then stood up and followed.
Song Shiyan's study was in front of the west yard of Song Mansion, more than 200 meters away from Haitang Garden. The immortal slave walked slowly, and there were no one along the way.
Usually, there are servants coming and going on this road, and now I don’t know where they are.
The immortal slave dragged his pace again and finally walked to the entrance of the study. The man had already gone in, only Ping An stood at the door.It seems that I have been waiting for her for a long time.
Ping'an pushed open the study door and signaled her to go in quickly. The master has been waiting for a long time.
……………………
Xiannu couldn't guess what he was going to do for her. Every time he asked her parents-in-law to give her a lecture, she was always with her mother-in-law. After getting out of bed, he was still cold to her. He would hardly communicate too much except for treating her.
Thinking of this, she couldn't help pinching her palm, took a deep breath, and stepped into the door of the study.
What caught my eye was dark. Before she could see clearly the situation inside, she felt her wrist tightening. Before she could scream, she was pulled in by a powerful force.
After a while of rotation, her back pressed against the hard door panel, and the door handle on her waist made her frown.
The man who was imprisoning her was very close to her, and she could even feel his breath spraying on her forehead.
……………………
Except for being in bed last night, the immortal slave has never been so close to a man other than Song Shiyan, and his heart is almost about to jump out of his throat.
She clenched the hem of her skirt weakly, and her voice trembled. Daddy...what are you going to do?
Song Shiyan has excellent eyesight and can still clearly lock the changing expression on her face in a dim environment. She is afraid, confused, helpless, and innocent, as if she is an ignorant girl.
He burst out from his throat with a low laugh, his slender fingers lifted up her small chin, and his thin lips stopped a few millimeters away from her tender lips. My good daughter-in-law, what do you think?
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