Fishing Beauty Dressed As a Vicious Stepmother

Hey.

This Mrs. Xie was more difficult to serve than a lady in the palace.

The tall and thin coachman is called Changshou, the shadow guard of the old prince. Although he has never dealt with other people in the palace, he has also seen the innocent and squeamish, arrogant and domineering temperament of the empress and princess in the palace.

There are people who are always struggling, and some are innocent and cry when their clothes are dirty.

But like this Mrs. Xie, not beating or cursing, but it is irritating, rare.

The nobles of them did not know what they were thinking about, and suddenly turned to this Madam Xie, and asked him and Ping Ping to apologize to the Madam Xie one by one, and invited people into the house and eat together. Live together.

This Mrs. Xie put on the score, instructed them to move her a new bed, put it under the window, and said to their noble person: “I sleep lightly, a little troublesome at night, I can’t sleep anymore. be careful.”

Never before has a woman dared to make such demands from their nobles.

But this was just the beginning, and then Mrs. Xie began to picky again: the room was too damp, the bed was too hard, the curtains were too light, and the cottage was too smelly.

Be very angry with a good temper, because the nobleman told him to clean the hut.

Peace, who has never spoken much before, was so angry that he couldn’t help living in the hut and whispering: “Where is the hut not smelly? Doesn’t she make her **** smell? After cleaning it, it will still smell like a shit!”

Changshou was also amused, and secretly said to Ping An: “The nobles bear it, so just bear it.”

As a result, at night, Mrs. Xie thought that their brothers were not good at their craftsmanship and couldn’t eat. Her little maid opened fire and cooked again.

The firewood was cleaved safely.

Ping An was so angry that they ate the porridge they cooked too, so why couldn’t she, a small official’s wife, be able to eat it? Her stomach is more delicate than that of the prince!

But he only dared to smash the firewood to pieces, and didn’t dare to fart, wondering why their nobleman was so tolerant to this little widow.

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Cui Cui is busy in the kitchen, but she doesn’t feel that her wife is picky at all. What kind of rice are the two big men cooking, just a pot of porridge with ginseng and various medicinal materials. It has a strong medicinal taste. How could the wife eat it? Next.

Besides, the wife had a bad body, and she was picky about eating when she was young. After marrying into Xie’s house, her stomach was upset every other time, and they didn’t understand.

Fortunately, all the ingredients in the kitchen are fresh.

It was a bit cold at night in the mountains, Cui Cui washed her hands, stirred the filling neatly, and made out a small bowl of wontons.

Too late to stew the chicken soup, she cooked hot oil with garlic, fry out a small half bowl of golden golden garlic, added the fried garlic to the clear soup, and put the chopped coriander, which was appetizing.

That scent has long been floating out of the kitchen.

Long Shou poked his head and looked into the kitchen, smiling flatteringly: “What is Sister Cui Cui so delicious? It smells really good.”

Cui Cui wiped his hands, and took the bowl of wontons with a tray, and walked outside. When he passed by the long guard, his eyes were straight, and he said triumphantly: “I can barely do something. Normally, our wife wants at least four. You can only bring me a soup to this poor country, and I can only wrong our wife.”

After she finished holding wontons, she lifted her chin and walked away. Although she didn’t know who the man called “the nobleman” was, she couldn’t let these men look down upon his wife. Their wives were also nobles, and they were very extravagant. people.

She took the wontons into the room, and when she was about to call the wife, she saw the man sitting on the couch. He took off the hat and revealed a face, really stunned her.

Hey, the face like a jade carving is so pretty.

She thought Young Master Lan Chi was already the best-looking man in the world, but she didn’t expect this nobleman to be even more attractive.

That face… she couldn’t describe it, it was white and delicate, her nose was a nose, her mouth was a mouth, and her eyes were like Liuli. He smiled at her slightly, her soul was gone, like, like It is a Bodhisattva who is pursuing suffering.

Cui Cui stared at him blankly, almost unable to recover.

Still the wife said with a smile: “The eyes are about to fall out.”

She returned to her senses in amazement, flushed with embarrassment, hurriedly lowered her eyes and carried the wonton over, hurriedly placed her hands on the table, and whispered: “I, I didn’t watch, I was watching a fly.”

“Just look at it, why are you embarrassed.” Qiao Sha took the spoon that Cui Cui handed over, glanced at the male Bodhisattva on the bed and said, “The nobleman looks so good, and it’s not a pity that he is not appreciated. ?”

101 I always feel that this sentence is weird. It’s not just to be appreciated by others, right? Besides, he is still a man.

The male Bodhisattva was not unhappy. He leaned on the couch and looked at Qiao Sha with a pair of eyes: “Madam, do you think I’m good-looking too?”

Qiao Sha slowly stirred the wontons with a spoon. The golden garlic and green aroma floated in the soup. The thin little wontons showed pink and the smell of garlic really made her uncomfortable stomach a little bit. Appetite, “It looks good.”

She answered perfunctorily. She lowered her head and drank a sip of the soup first. The hot soup filled her stomach with fragrance, soothing her stomach that had been nauseous for a long time. It was especially delicious in this chilly night.

She actually had an appetite.

Cui Cui can open a food therapy restaurant in modern times.

Qiao Sha took a bite of a small wonton, pork and green onions, the most common fillings, but the pork is delicious, and the green onions also have a little sweetness.

She took a second bite and a third bite. After eating this steaming bowl of wontons, she warmed up. At this time, she heard the male bodhisattva on the bed smiling faintly and saying: “It seems that I am not as good as the bowl of wonton in front of my wife.”

Qiao Sha was puzzled, raised her head and looked at him.

He sat on the couch, with his long black hair draped behind his shoulders, and smiled softly, “Madam is finally looking at me.”

Cui Cui’s face was red again, and she didn’t dare to look at him. She secretly looked at him, her heart throbbed, and she felt so beautiful and gentle. When he laughed, he seemed to be affectionate.

But Qiao Sha didn’t react much. She saw too many good-looking men, and seduction was useless to her.

Isn’t he trying to be ambiguous with her, let her fall into his hands and let him take advantage of it?

He is so confident, she wants to see if he has any clever means of seduction.

“The nobleman laughed.” After Qiao Sha finished speaking, she lowered her head and continued to eat wontons slowly, waiting for him to continue her seduction.

He stopped talking, only leaning on the couch and quietly watching Qiao Sha eating wontons.

The room was filled with the scent of wontons. Cui Cui blushed and peeked at him again, and couldn’t help but whispered, “Do you want to eat it? There are some fillings.”

Cuicui thought he was hungry staring at it.

Qiao Sha wanted to laugh, this little girl was caught first, girls still have to play and watch more, so they won’t be easily confused by beauty.

The male Bodhisattva smiled at Cui Cui on the couch and shook his head, “Thank you Ms. Cui Cui, I’m not hungry, but the wife has a gentle meal and looks good and delicious.”

Cui Cui reacted and nodded and said, “Our wife does eat and looks good.”

He still looked at Qiao Sha and gave a soft “um”. It was beautiful, gentle, with red lips and white teeth.

The long-shou and peace gluttons outside broke down. I roasted a few sweet potatoes with the fire in the kitchen and brought them in with a flattering smile. First I asked the nobleman if I could eat them.

It was placed in front of Qiao Sha again and asked her to eat.

Then Changshou personally took the best roasted one and handed it to Cui Cui with a smile on his face and said, “Sister Cui Cui, try it, the sweet potatoes in the country are sweet.”

Cui Cui was also hungry, and looked at him in her hand, “What are you doing.”

Changshou smiled and said, “Isn’t there still some stuffing from sister Cui Cui? Can you… give it to our brothers to taste it too? Otherwise, it will be wasted tomorrow.”

Cui Cui was not a grudge. She took the sweet potato and peeled it off, took a bite, it was quite sweet, and said, “When our wife finishes eating, I will cook the rest and let’s share it.”

Nagamori immediately responded with a smile, bowed to the nobleman and exited the room.

Qiao Sha’s appetite is not big, and this small bowl of wontons is full.

Cui Cui went to the kitchen to cook the leftover wontons again, and Chang Shou screamed with a mouthful of Cui Cui sister.

With the door open, the night breeze blew in, Qiao Sha leaned in the chair, eating roasted sweet potatoes, and waiting for the male Bodhisattva to ask her something.

Does he have a memory? Just to test her, didn’t she just want to find out if she has any previous memories?

Now that two people are alone in a room, he always asks, right?

But he didn’t. He just asked her: “Is it sweet?”

He looked at the sweet potatoes in Qiao Sha’s hands. She was holding the soft sweet potatoes in one hand, and digging them with a spoon in the other, and they ate them cleanly.

“It’s okay.” Qiao Sha looked at him and asked him directly: “Do you want to taste it?”

Taste her?

Isn’t this the basic trick for green tea?

He shook his head and said, “I can’t taste it.”

“Can’t taste it?” Qiao Sha didn’t expect this. Does he have no taste?

“Xie Lanchi gave me a dose of medicine.” He still smiled on the corner of his lips, and said calmly: “After that, I can’t taste the taste, and I can’t eat anything except porridge.”

Ruthless Xie Lanchi not only dug his knees, but also ruined his stomach and taste.

But he could not see any emotions, looked at her and said, “I see you eat it, I can probably guess the taste, you can eat it.”

Qiao Sha was already full and didn’t eat anymore.

After that, he didn’t ask anything, until Cui Cui and the others finished their meal, they came over safely to give him medicine, wiped his face and hands, and he put down the curtain and fell asleep.

Cui Cui also waited for Qiao Sha to wash up, and got on the newly made bed. She draped a curtain with the sheets outside, barely able to cover his wife.

Although the wife didn’t mind being in the same room with a man, she was thin-skinned and hadn’t taken off her clothes. She lay on her side with her clothes.

After a while, Cuicui fell asleep.

Qiao Sha couldn’t sleep no matter what. She overestimated her body, and thought that at least this body did not have cancer and could eat and drink.

But Aran copied and pasted all the problems of her original body. Her whole stomach was swollen and painful, and the acid water kept flowing towards her throat. She kept swallowing, trying to relieve the nausea, pressing her hand against her. Stomach, tossing over and over, wanting to retching several times.

too painful.

She was disturbed by this familiar pain and became emotionally uncontrollable. She hated this body so much that she wanted to end the world immediately, or die.

“Host, haven’t you been relieved yet?” 101 opened the protection mode for her as soon as she suffered, but it seemed that she was still suffering.

Qiao Sha didn’t get any relief, her lips turned pale with nausea, and she retched on the side of the bed. The food in her stomach just vomited out.

The sour smell came on her face, Qiao Sha clutched the bed tightly, unable to suppress her vomiting, she was about to vomit out of her stomach.

“Madam?” Cui Cui was startled when she woke up, and hurriedly went to help her, who suddenly pushed her hand away.

“Get out.” Qiao Sha Qiang resisted the nausea, lowered her head and said sharply to Cui Cui: “Get out!”

Cui Cui was terrified. She saw her wife crying, her face was full of tears.

But the lady drank her out, she didn’t dare to anger the lady, got out of bed in a hurry, and opened the curtain to go out.

She didn’t dare to go far. She just stood outside the curtain and heard the lady vomiting in pain, and her heart felt like frying. What happened to the lady? Is the lady sick? How come you vomit so badly? Also, cried.

How to do? What should she do?

“Cui Cui.” The nobleman behind suddenly called her.

She was taken aback and hurriedly turned her head and saw that the nobleman opened the curtain to reveal a pale face, and said to her: “Go and boil some hot water, and clean it for your wife later.”

Cui Cui hurriedly responded like a headless fly, and ran out the door barefoot.

Chang Shou He Ping An in the yard had already woken up, and came to the door of the room vigilantly, but heard the nobleman in the house say: “Don’t come in, close the door.”

The two of them paused at the door and responded with a yes, drew the door closed, looking at each other, not knowing what happened, and seeing Cui Cui in the yard crying while drawing water, as if frightened a bit, he was embarrassed. Watching, hurriedly stepped forward to help her fetch water and make a fire.

Only Qiao Sha’s vomiting remained in the room.

He sat up, looked at the curtain, and the vomit on the ground, without saying a word, she vomited so badly, there was nothing to vomit behind, just retching.

After a while, she gradually stopped vomiting.

He heard her crying, low and muffled, as if crying uncontrollably.

Is it painful? Still uncomfortable?

In the dimly lit room, he spoke softly: “Is the madam uncomfortable?”

Her cry stopped for a while.

He saw her suddenly open the curtain, wearing only a thin white shirt, walking towards him with bare feet.

She has wiped herself clean, with only tears on her pale face.

“Is the madam better?” he asked her quietly.

She picked up the hairpin she removed from the table as if looking for something, then rushed back in front of him, reached out and grabbed his neck, her eyes were cold and collapsed, “I’m going to kill you.”

He didn’t move and looked at her quietly. She really looked like a madman at this moment, a madman who had broken down like him but was still alive.

“Madam, can you tell me why?” His throat was pressed against her palm, and her palm was so icy that it reflected his temperature.

She stood in front of him, tears streaming down again, but she didn’t cry, she just shed tears.

She said: “I don’t like this place, I don’t like this body, I don’t want this.”

She didn’t want to be like this, she hated herself like this, painful, vomiting, dirty and smelly, vomiting anytime and anywhere, losing all dignity and decency.

She didn’t want this.

She would rather die.

“Calm down the host, he is not necessarily the male lead. If you kill him and the mission can’t be finished, what do you do?” 101 hurriedly said, he once again felt that the host was in the Surya world, facing the plague. The collapse of emotions.

She didn’t want to calm down, she knew she was like a madman now, no, she was already mad.

At the beginning, in the real world, she tried to die several times, and finally begged her parents to survive, go to treatment, and go to hospital again and again.

No one knew that she had gone crazy long ago. The pain made her go crazy, vomiting, catheterization, and insensitivity to urinate and urinate made her go crazy.

No one knows how many times she collapsed, no one knows how happy she was at the moment she died, and she was finally free.

She hated very much, hated the main **** who pulled her into the system, hated Aran who brought these pains back to her.

He just wanted to torture her and watch her break down. She didn’t want this, didn’t want this…

Her throat felt like an acid reflux again, and she pinched his throat even more tightly.

He was still so gentle and calm, as if it didn’t hurt, and said to her: “If you kill me, you can end Madam’s pain, then Madam will kill me, anyway…”

The Adam’s apple he put on her palm shook slightly, “I didn’t want to live anymore.”

He smiled at her slightly.

Qiao Sha looked at him with no sadness or joy on his face, waiting quietly for her to do something, just like when he was in a small dark room when he was leaning dirty in the cabinet. Will he be in pain?

She suddenly remembered that Aran once asked her: Will you be sad too?

Will do.

It’s just that the more sad and painful, she doesn’t seem to be sad anymore.

He will be in pain, too, but it is too painful, but he can’t see the pain anymore.

He suddenly raised his hand, rubbed Qiao Sha’s tears with his thumb, and said quietly: “If you kill me, you can end Madam’s pain, I’m very happy.”

Qiao Sha did not move.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

“Noble!” Ping An and Changshou immediately stepped forward to make a shot.

On the couch, he said coldly: “Go out, you are not allowed to come in without my instructions.”

“Madam…” Cui Cui stood at the door in shock with a basin of water, calling her in tears in a daze.

The night wind blew in and shivered Qiao Sha. She looked at him, letting go of her hand in frustration.

She sat in the chair weakly, her tears falling unconsciously, she didn’t know who to tell, she was extremely cold now.

Just like when she was alive, there was no way to tell people about her pain again and again. People who loved her would persuade her to hold on and bear it.

If you listen too much, no one wants to listen anymore.

He coughed gently on the couch.

Cui Cui hurried in with the basin, crying and knelt in front of her, and asked her in a panic: “What’s the matter with you, madam? Don’t scare the servants…”

“Cui Cui.” The person on the couch yelled in a dumb voice, and he raised his hand and handed her a blanket: “The wind is cold in the mountains at night, and she is dressed too thinly.”

Qiao Sha sat inside, lowered her head and couldn’t help crying with sore throat.

Cuicui wrapped her in a blanket, cried and wiped her tears, rubbed her stiff hands, and called her: “Madam, madam…what’s wrong with you?”

Cuicui knelt at her feet, twisted Wen Wen’s veil to wipe her face, wiped her hands, and lifted up her dirty feet, her vomiting filth was still stained on her trouser legs.

She flinched in a hurry, not wanting Cui Cui to touch it, but Cui Cui was even more panicked, and she insisted on holding her foot to look, “Does your foot hurt too? Is it hurt?”

Her throat was blocked badly, she only shook her head at Cui Cui, and said, “It’s too dirty.”

Too dirty.

She raised her eyes full of tears to look at Cui Cui, the little girl cried into tears.

Her nose was sore, she lowered her head and shed tears, muttering to herself generally: “I’m dirty and smelly…”

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Dirty and smelly.

The person on the bed looked at Qiao Sha.

She sat in a chair, without the slightest pride, arrogance, and scheming complacency, she was like a fragile and lonely little girl, sitting there sadly said that she was dirty and smelly.

She would collapse and cry when she vomited and would let Cui Cui go out. He thought it was not only because she hurts and she was uncomfortable, but because she didn’t want people to see her like that.

Seeing her, it was dirty and smelly.

At this moment, he actually felt empathy with her, and the pain in his knee came in waves. People who hadn’t felt it would not understand that the most painful and tormented thing was not the pain.

It was his self-rejection when he became dirty and smelly, unable to take care of himself.

He felt that he was no longer alone. When he was carried into a carriage or a wheelchair, his pride and self-esteem were crushed again and again and no longer existed.

He lives only for revenge, to rescue those who protect him from falling into the palace.

He looked at her in front of him, just like his fellow.

It turns out that he is not the only lunatic in this world who has already collapsed.

“It’s not dirty, Madam is not dirty at all.” Cui Cui couldn’t stop crying. She had never thought that a lady who loves beauty would say such things, and her heart was broken. “The servant will do for you. Wipe it clean, it won’t be dirty if you wipe it clean.”

The wife sat there motionless, like a puppet doll that had lost her strength, and let her scrub, and her heart felt even more sad.

Cui Cui had to lower her head and wash her trouser legs carefully and vigorously.

Suddenly the lady stretched out her hand to hold up her face, and said to her with blushing eyes: “Just drove you out, don’t be angry with me.”

Cui Cui couldn’t help holding his wife and started crying. How could she be angry with her, when she beat her and scolded her, she would not be angry, and only asked the Bodhisattva to protect her from illness and disaster. Don’t be so painful again. She is willing to take the place of the wife to get sick.

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The long-shou and peace standing outside, listening to the crying inside, were even more puzzled. What happened to the lady? Why do you suddenly go crazy and want to kill, and then suddenly cry like a fragile little girl?

And they, nobles, are not angry?

More than not being angry, after a while, Cui Cui came out with the sheets and quilts soiled by the filth and gave them to them, saying that their nobles asked them to clean it.

He wiped his tears and went in to clean up the house.

When the two of them were holding the sheets and bedding, they heard the gentle voice of their nobleman in the room saying: “If the madam doesn’t dislike it, let’s sleep with me tonight.”

Ping An’s eyes widened.

Changshou was also surprised. Their noble person used to be touched by someone’s sleeve and would burn a piece of clothing… noble person.

Now she has repeatedly shared the bed with the little lady of the Xie family.

Obediently, what is the earth-shattering secret that this little lady of the Xie family has mastered? The magic weapon for turning over can make them sacrifice so great that even the hue is used.

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In the room, he quietly waited for Qiao Sha to respond, wondering why he was thinking that his wound didn’t smell bad, right?

Would she dislike him, dirty and smelly?

Just like in that room, she covered her nose with no concealment and said to him: dirty and smelly.

But she just nodded and said, “I have nothing to dislike.”

He looked at her and tightened inexplicably, he didn’t like seeing her like this, he liked her triumphantly fighting with him, and simply killed him neatly.

In the dimness, she handed the blanket to Cui Cui and said, “You use clothes and a quilt to spread a quilt. Make dormant sleep tonight.”

Cuicui looked at her worriedly, thinking that it was too bad for her to sleep with a man?

But on the other hand, she felt that the lady was already so uncomfortable, and she couldn’t let her sleep on a hard bed with her.

Cuicui glanced at the noble man on the bed again, and thought to herself: Forget it, Mingjie is a fart at this moment, as long as the lady can be comfortable and happy.

Anyway, the noble man’s legs are disabled.