Ziyun nodded and said: "Well, fortunately, I grew up in the Poison Cult. My body is much stronger than ordinary people, so I managed to save my life. I'm fine. This little injury and pain is nothing. You don't have to worry."
Long Jiu knew what Ziyun was thinking, so he hummed and asked, "What is the other thing Mary said?"
Ziyun covered up the shyness in her eyes and lowered her eyebrows: "Mary said that although the Prairie King is cruel and ruthless, his son is an extremely kind person."
Long Jiu was confused: "The only son of the Prairie King, Hu Tiena?"
Ziyun nodded: "Hutiyana has a gentle and pure temperament, which is in obvious contrast with the grassland king. It is said that the grassland king gave birth to Hutiyana with an exotic princess. The foreign princess died after giving birth to Hutiyana. Well, the king of the prairie loved his only son very much. However, Hu Tiyena was not ruthless, he was kind, elegant and handsome. He was the ideal husband of many women on the prairie. He was named the most beautiful man in the prairie by the prairie women. The handsome young master once saved many innocent people from the Prairie King. The Prairie King's men were very dissatisfied with Hutiena, and even threatened that Hutiena was a loser and was not qualified to be the successor of the Prairie King."
Long Jiu was silent for a moment, carefully considering the information Mary brought him.
"This Young Master Yena is our best bargaining chip against the Prairie King in the future." Long Jiu had a plan in his heart.
"What do you mean..." Ziyun asked curiously.
"Don't worry, Nanyang and the Dynasty want to join forces to deal with the Prairie King. We don't need to worry too much. The time is ripe. We will take action when the time is right..."
Ziyun nodded and glanced at the clothes drying on the bamboo rack. A bad thought flashed through his heart, and he asked Long Jiu deliberately: "Master, if the eldest lady is demoted to a washerwoman, if word spreads, I'm afraid it will cause the emperor's dissatisfaction."
Long Jiu sneered: "It's just a disfigured woman that Long Qi didn't want. That person forced me to give her a disfigured girl. Who cares about her life or death?"
Long Jiu said these words with a hint of extreme hatred for the emperor. The tone was so vicious and mean.
Feng Xi'er hugged the washed soft blanket, which was already heavy. When she heard Long Jiu's words, she felt even heavier. Her pride was still hurt. It turned out that this was how Long Jiu viewed her.
In Long Jiu's eyes, she was just the disfigured girl that Long Qi didn't want and gave to him by the emperor. Is it because of this that he hated her so much? Was he torturing her so harshly
Feng Xi'er felt very sad. She did this and so much just for Hong Jiu and the love in her heart.
does it worth? Was she wrong
Feng Xi'er walked to the bamboo stand and hugged the wet soft blanket. In order not to cause trouble, she still respectfully saluted Long Jiu, "Please, Prince and Concubine Yun, step aside. The younger one has already washed the soft blanket." Yes, let’s dry it now.”
When Feng Xi'er bowed her head and saluted, Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er with a gloomy expression. Ziyun secretly kicked out a wooden stick under her feet. The bamboo racks for drying clothes were all connected. Feng Xier lowered her head and hugged the wet and soft blanket. If it touched them, they would all fall to the ground. Ziyun looked forward to what would happen next.
Long Jiu had a cold face, and Feng Xi'er's submissiveness made him even more annoyed.
never mind. I feel bad when I see this woman. Long Jiu waved his sleeves and turned around to leave.
Ziyun smiled politely at Feng Xi'er and said, "Princess, do you need Ziyun's help?"
Feng Xi'er shook her head in panic and said in a slightly sour tone: "Hey, I'm not a princess. I was demoted to a washerwoman by the prince. How can I bother Concubine Yun?" Feng Xi'er smiled a little at Ziyun. The child was hypocritical. Although this Ziyun was quiet and polite, she felt very bad.
I always felt that there was something hidden in Ziyun's calm eyes. Feng Xi'er secretly looked at Ziyun. She was indeed beautiful, like an independent ice goddess, calm and polite, but this made it seem unreal. Feng Xi'er didn't have much favorable impression of Ziyun, so she responded with the same polite smile.
Ziyun secretly moved his steps and stepped aside to make way for Feng Xi'er. He smiled slightly and said: "Since you don't like to call you princess, then Ziyun will call you eldest lady from now on."
Feng Xi'er nodded. Facing Ziyun, he gave another fake smile, turned around and took a step forward. However, he felt something stepped on his feet and lost his balance. With the wet soft blanket in his arms, he threw himself forward. Before she could steady her steps, Feng Xi'er fell down. It hit the bamboo frames that were built together. The bamboo frames were connected to each other. One of them fell, and all of them fell.
Feng Xi'er's body was delicate, but the soft blanket in her arms had just been washed, was still wet, and had a certain weight, and Feng Xi'er bumped into it again. Unable to stop himself, the man hugged the soft blanket and shouted, then threw himself over.
Snap, snap, snap... One after another, the bamboo trees collapsed and fell to the ground, making crisp sounds.
The accident happened suddenly and there was no preparation. Feng Xi'er's scream made the world and the gods weep. Long Jiu was so frightened when he heard the scream that he turned around.
Several bamboo sticks hit Feng Xi'er, causing her to grin and gasp in pain.
Feng Xi'er lay on the ground and watched as the clothes that had just been dried in the sun fell to the ground before they were dry. They were stained as soon as they touched the ground. She patted her head regretfully. How could she be so unlucky? These clothes were hers. It took two aunts and I a lot of hard work all morning to finish it.
Have to wash it again. It was really unlucky. She was still thinking about finding something to eat after drying the soft blanket. She drank some porridge in the morning and worked so hard, so she was already starving.
Ziyun came over to help her, Feng Xi'er's wrist hurt, she frowned and started to blow while holding her wrist.
"Is it okay?" Ziyun asked politely and concernedly.
"Thank you Concubine Yun for your concern. It's okay. This little injury won't kill you." Feng Xi'er couldn't stand Ziyun's polite and courteous look, which gave her the feeling that she didn't have three hundred taels of silver in this place.
The more polite women tend to be with each other, the more complicated their relationships become.
Feng Xi'er is not stupid, she can see that Ziyun likes Long Jiu very much.
The relationship between women is particularly delicate, especially when facing the same man.
Feng Xi'er calmly broke away from Ziyun's touch, gently shook her painful wrist twice, and silently picked up the soft blanket on the ground. Seeing that the soft blanket was covered with dust, she frowned in anger. He gritted his teeth and kicked his own feet. How could he be so careless
"How about I send a few maids to help?" Ziyun suggested in a friendly manner.
The weasel must have bad intentions when paying New Year greetings to the rooster. Although Feng Xi'er is not shy about playing tricks with women, she is not stupid either. She doesn't want to act, and she doesn't want to offend those women.
Just be yourself.
"No, I knocked it down myself. I'm responsible for it," Feng Xi'er said, and started to pick up the clothes scattered on the ground.
Her stomach growls and her head feels dizzy from hunger. Regardless of her past life or this life, Feng Xi'er is most afraid of being hungry. People who cannot be hungry for a moment. This is the first time I have been hungry since I came to this ancient time. The fever has not completely subsided, and my wrist is sore. I really can't live this day.
The worst choice Feng Xi'er made in her life was probably marrying Long Jiu, marrying into the palace of the Nine Princes who cannibalize people without spitting out their bones. Gloomy, deserted, and unloving.
However, she has no regrets.
Complaints remain complaints, but the original intention remains unchanged.