The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

The next day, Jiang Ruan woke up early, and Zisu brought some freshly cooked corn porridge from the outside. Forsythia novelty: "The kitchen is so good today, why is there polenta?"

The breakfast on Zhuangzi is brown rice porridge so rare that people can see it, a little bit of pickles, and no polenta. When Zhuangzi was in the house, Zisu and Forsythia didn't quarrel with the kitchen over this matter, but after all the quarrels were quarrels, nothing changed, and the capital didn't even care about it, and there was no one who made decisions, so Jiang Ruan got used to it.

Zisu smiled: "It was sent by Xiaoyuan." Since she mended Xiaoyuan's clothes a few days ago, Xiaoyuan is also obedient and knows how to reciprocate, but she runs here more often.

Lian Qiao was stunned for a moment: "He's a solid person." After saying that, she picked up the bowl and said, "Girl, take a few sips, it's good for your body."

Polenta is not a delicacy in any case, and its effect on the body is naturally not as good as precious medicinal herbs or fish tonic, but now even a bowl of polenta seems so rare, life is indeed a bit desolate. Zisu was a little sad, but saw Jiang Ruan took a sip from the bowl without hesitation, and asked them to eat some too. Zisu was a little bit sentimental, it coincided with a big change, and it was rare for her own girl to be happy with her. She grew up with her in the house, and as a maid who was not favored by her master, she was naturally treated coldly. He is cold and warm, and he is more stable and precocious than other maids of the same age. But she felt that her patience and composure were mediocre in front of her daughter. I don't know since when, it seemed that she had suffered a serious illness, and the girl became a little unpredictable.

It is rare in life to maintain a normal heart in the midst of great joy and sorrow. When my girl used to think of the happy time in Shangshu's mansion in the past, she would always cry secretly, but now she has never seen such an expression again, but she is extremely calm. Thinking of this, Zisu said to Jiang Ruan: "The girl is getting happier every day."

Jiang Ruan smiled slightly, but did not point out. The oppression of life is nothing, so what about good clothes and good food, the most terrible thing is the days when you have everything, but you feel that you have nothing, no lover, no relatives, no family, no friends. Later, I thought I had a lover, but it was also a lie. What's more, these days, compared to being trapped in a wooden basin as a human pig, watching her relatives being insulted but powerless, it's so much better, at least now she still has a complete body and freedom, isn't it? At least she is still alive now, as long as she is still alive, everything has a chance to turn things around again, and she crawled out of hell not to care about these trivial matters.

At this moment, I saw a person hurriedly running outside. Seeing Jiang Ruan and the others in the room, they rushed in without knocking on the door. Lianqiao was taken aback, and she reprimanded after seeing clearly: "Xiao Yuan, what are you doing in such a hurry?"

Xiaoyuan supported the door only to pant for breath, her face was flushed, and she said for a while: "Miss, it's not good!"

"Speak slowly," Zisu frowned, "What happened?"

"A lot of officers and soldiers came outside and surrounded Zhuangzi, saying that someone saw Miss kill someone." Xiaoyuan's eyes were full of panic: "Nurse Lan is leading them over here."

Lian Qiao's eyes widened: "How can our young lady kill people? It's obvious that she spouted blood, so shameless!"

"Don't worry," Jiang Ruan put down the bowl calmly: "Just wait."