Chapter 57 God has mercy on him

Author: Nanfei Yike

Chapter 57 God has mercy on him

After walking for a while, Li Yuzhu looked back.

No one chased him out.

At this moment, my heart felt completely cold.

Whatever her aunt said that hurt her most was probably mixed with water.

In this world, the only person she can rely on is herself.

"Let's go." Li Yuzhu said bitterly.

The maid Lu Chan heard the resentment in the young lady's mouth and her eyes widened in disbelief.

Are you blaming the Duke's wife?

In her opinion, the Duke's wife has shown all her kindness to the young lady, which is too unreasonable...

Lu Chan couldn't figure it out and just stood there blankly.

Li Yuzhu saw her not moving for a long time, with a worried expression, "Lu Chan."

Lu Chan immediately came back to her senses and hurriedly replied, "This slave deserves to die."

"...That's all, let's go." Li Yuzhu was quite indulgent towards the maid who was waiting on her.

Soon, Li Yuzhu led his servants back to the courtyard.

She looked around the courtyard, where everything suited her liking, with a look of reluctance on her face.

All the maids and servants in the courtyard knew that the master they were waiting for had been kicked out of the house. They didn't show it on their faces, but they were all upset in their hearts.

As for slaves like them, only if their master is good can they be good; if their master is unlucky, they will only become more unlucky.

Now that Li Yuzhu is in bad luck, don't everyone in this courtyard feel sad for her.

Li Yuzhu didn't want to be laughed at, so she quickly put away the reluctance in her eyes and told Lu Chan, "Lu Chan, pack your things, we will leave Liu Guogong's mansion immediately."

What he said is that he is noble and decisive, which makes him very popular.

The servants in the courtyard looked at her sideways when they saw that she could even put down the wealth and wealth of the Duke's mansion.

Not only did Li Yuzhu not admire her as she expected, but she actually thought she was crazy.

A girl who is about to have haircuts cannot be counted on by her family. If she does not have the protection of the Duke's Palace, to put it bluntly, she will be an orphan, and it will be difficult to even propose a marriage!

How did this cousin laugh?

Li Yuzhu didn't know what the servants were thinking. She was caught off guard by Lu Chan's question, "Miss, do you have to clean everything up? Do you need to pry up the gold and jade on the floor as well?"

Li Yuzhu: "..."

She wanted to pry it off, but the servants were watching. If she didn't even spare the jade on the floor, she would be laughed at.

"You watch and clean it up."

Lu Chan didn't notice that Li Yuzhu's words were wrong, so she responded and took the people to clean up the matter.

Everyone in Zhongdu was right. Li Yuzhu was living a better life relying on Liu Guogong's mansion than many young ladies from decent families.

Look at the dresses made of brocade, the sets of headgear and jewelry... even the book that rests on the table legs is a solitary copy.

"This box is like this, put it here for now, be careful. The celadon-glazed bottle is my favorite, miss. If it breaks your skin..." Lu Chan directed everyone to pack things and warned them cautiously.

Box after box of stuff was sorted out.

When the Golden Crow sank in the west, the yard was filled with boxes of all sizes.

Li Yuzhu came out at the most appropriate time, looked at Lu Chan and said, "Go and call the guards in the mansion and ask them to help deliver the things to the east of the city."

Li Yuzhu was talking about the east side of the city, the property she had asked Li to buy for herself a few years ago just in case.

Although the courtyard in the east of the city is not big, it is in a good location and is surrounded by dignitaries.

Li Yuzhu believes that with her scheming skills, it will not be difficult to get into the eyes of noble people.

"Slave, go call someone right now." Lu Chan said, walking towards the courtyard gate.

Before reaching the door, the housekeeper from the Duke's Mansion came.

"They're all here." The middle-aged man with a round appearance said with a smile.

"Why are you here?" Lu Chan was stunned when she saw this person and asked without thinking.

He quickly realized that this sentence did not sound good, so he quickly added: "Lu Chan's words are meaningless..."

The middle-aged man waved his hand and said, "It's okay, don't be so nervous."

This housekeeper is mainly in charge of the front yard. Although Li Yuzhu has lived in the Duke's Mansion for so many years, she is not very familiar with this person.

Seeing the housekeeper who only listened to Liu Guogong's words suddenly come to her yard, Li Yuzhu had an ominous premonition.

"Why did the housekeeper come to my yard?"

The housekeeper was startled and looked at Li Yuzhu for a long time, then shook his head and said: "This is not your courtyard. The Duke of Guo said that the entire Duke of Guo's residence belongs to Miss Zhizhi, who is different from Miss Yuzhu.

It doesn’t matter.”

These words were so shocking that Li Yuzhu's face turned red, as if she had been slapped twice.

The butler's words continued, "The Duke asked the old slave to pass a message..."

Having said this, he cleared his throat first, imitating Liu Guogong's tone of voice, and said: "...Every plant and tree in the Duke's mansion belongs to Zhizhi. Go and take a look. Don't let the Li family take me away. Be good."

It’s Bao’s stuff, that girl Zhizhi is a petty person, if she knows her stuff has been taken away, I’m afraid she’ll have to make a fuss with me..."

Liu Guogong thought about the cousin she had "sent out" every word, and Li Yuzhu could not control her jealousy.

She was masochistically thinking about the doting tone Guild Liu had when he said these words, and her heart felt as if she had been poured into old vinegar, which made her so sour.

If she had such a father, why would she make such a calculation...

Oh, God is unfair, she insists on going against heaven.

Li Yuzhu was afraid that others would see the distortion on her face, so she quickly lowered her head.

The housekeeper couldn't see her expression, but he could guess her mood.

It's just a matter of unwillingness.

"That's all. I've brought the Duke's words as well. Miss Yuzhu can take care of herself. I'll take my leave, old slave."

The servants in the courtyard did not dare to take a breath, and their hearts began to float again.

Li Yuzhu was slapped in the face in turn, and her face was almost torn off. She didn't dare to make any more crooked ideas. Finally, she glanced at the box in the yard, gritted her teeth and said: "Lu Chan, let's go."

Mr. Liu Guogong, we are not done yet!

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In the deep mountains and old forests, the temperature dropped sharply, and even the wind had a biting chill.

Xiao Zhi sneezed violently.

The boy's skin was cold and white, and his nose turned red when he sneezed.

The aloofness around the prince's body dissipated and became filled with smoke and smoke.

Shen Nian took out a piece of brown sugar, cut the wild ginger that he had dug into slices, and boiled them together in a stone pot.

While waiting for the water to boil, I used a dagger to cut a bamboo bowl.

When Xiao Zhi saw the dagger in her hand, his eyes paused slightly.

This dagger... met again.

The prince's mood was complicated.

After doing some simple processing of the newly made bamboo bowl, Shen Nian served a bowl of ginger soup to Xiao Zhi.

"Xiao Jinzhi, drink it while it's hot."

Xiao Zhi's thoughts were completely occupied by the 'nightmare' dagger. When he came back to his senses, Shen Nian cooked the ginger soup.

"Thank you, Miss Shen." He took it and said thank you.

For those dreams, Xiao Zhi regarded them as his previous life.

When his wife was still alive in his previous life, whenever he caught cold, she would go to the kitchen and cook ginger soup for him.

At first he hated the taste of ginger soup, and always had to be coaxed by her before he would swallow it.

Later, the lady left... and let him suffer the cold and do whatever he wanted, and no one would cook for him anymore.

The ginger soup in the bamboo bowl was exuding heat, which blurred Xiao Zhi's face, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.

He held the bowl blankly for a long time before he took a sip.

Extremely warm!

The warmth spreads from the heart to the whole body.

God has mercy on him to be able to drink the ginger soup cooked by his wife again.
Chapter completed!