Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

Chapter 55 He said he would stay away from her from now on

Everyone looked sideways and saw Li Ling standing behind the screen. His face was gloomy and indescribably ugly.

 “Everyone get out!” Li Ling ordered.

His tone was cold, mixed with suppressed anger.

 The three of them looked at each other, glancing at Li Ling's face but hesitatingly.

When Jingshu saw Li Ling like this, she guessed that he had heard what they just said. She was a little flustered, but she immediately calmed down.

Forget it, let's just talk it out today, and both of them are relaxed. From now on, he will be thinking about his imperial cousin, and she will be her good mistress.

 From now on, bridges return to bridges and roads return to roads.

"You guys go down first." Jingshu said calmly to the maids.

Ziyun You glanced at Jing Shu worriedly, and went out angrily with the two little girls.

After the three of them went out, Li Ling kicked the door shut with his foot and walked straight to Jing Shu.

Jing Shu also stood up from the couch. It wasn't that she was afraid of him. It was just that with Li Ling's proud temperament, now that she knew how perfunctory she had been to him, she would not let it go. She didn't want to be inferior to him in terms of momentum.

Jing Shu stood in front of her, but the little woman had a stubborn streak in her body.

Li Ling stared at her for a long time and said through gritted teeth: "It turns out that what you care about most is the position of the mistress of a high-ranking family."

Hearing what he said, Jingshu suddenly felt sour in her heart.

She once truly loved him and regarded him as her most important thing, but he failed her time and time again.

How dare she be sincere to him again!

She Jingshu turned her head sideways, holding back her sourness and replied: "Now I really value the position of mistress the most." As she said that, she looked up and stared at Li Ling and said word by word: "The prince also has something he values ​​most. , isn’t it?”

Li Ling stared at Jing Shu. When he heard her say this, his eyes gradually became scarlet, and the veins on his forehead bulged clearly. Li Ling's hands clenched tightly into fists under Guangxiu, and finally did not stop. With words, he turned away angrily.

He walked to the door in two or two steps, turned around again, stared at Jingshu indifferently and said: "Since you don't like me, then you don't have to bother so much in the future. I just stay away from you."

He looked at her indifferently, with a hint of disdain: "Don't worry, the position of the prince's wife will always be yours, just be the mistress of this high family."

After saying that, he opened the door with a bang and strode away without looking back.

The vast dark night seemed to have no end, mixed with the winter wind and snow, and fell on Li Ling. He galloped all the way, and his body became colder and colder.

At this moment, his mind suddenly flashed back to the scene when his mother resolutely left the Zhenguo Palace. When he was only eight years old, he led his younger brother and held his younger sister, standing at the gate and watching his mother drive away.

The younger brother and sister cried heartbrokenly when they saw their mother was gone. Although he didn't cry, he felt surprisingly uncomfortable.

At that time, he felt for the first time how sad it felt to be abandoned.

The good horse galloped all the way and brought him to the military camp. Li Ling turned over and dismounted. Maybe it was a strong wind and snow tonight, and his face was cold. He wiped his face and led the horse lonely towards the camp. go.

Seeing Li Ling leave angrily, Ziyun quietly opened the door and came in. Jingshu had already laid down.

Seeing it was Ziyun, Jingshu stood up and said to her: "It's getting cold now. Tomorrow, tell the ladies in each courtyard to be alert at night."

Ziyun said strangely: "It's already this time, are you still thinking about this?" As she said that, she walked to the bed, looked at Jing Shu with a worried face and said: "I heard from Ling Xiao that my uncle left on horseback. "

Jingshu was silent for a while and then replied: "He should have gone to the camp."

"Miss, my uncle is very angry this time." Jingshu said lightly: "Just be angry. Anyway, he said that the position of the prince's wife will always be mine."

Jingshu believes that he is a man of his word.

"Miss, it's already this time, why are you still saying such angry words? I don't believe that you married my uncle because you were interested in the position of a high-ranking mistress. Ask yourself, do you really not care about my uncle?"

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep!" Jingshu said, getting into bed again.

"Miss!"

"Go ahead. Don't forget to tell me about the night tomorrow." After saying that, Jingshu closed her eyes.

After Ziyun resigned helplessly, Jingshu slowly opened her eyes again. Perhaps it was a cold winter night, and even though the ground dragon was burning, she still felt a little bit cold on her body. She wrapped herself in a quilt and half retracted her head into the quilt. But I still feel a little cold.

　　Perhaps I was used to sleeping with him every night, so suddenly I fell asleep by myself, which made me feel a little restless.

 It will get better slowly, she has to let herself get used to sleeping alone.

Li Ling made it very clear before leaving: He will stay away from her from now on.

 He firmly believed that he meant what he said.

Jingshu felt inexplicably agitated, tossing and turning, and couldn't sleep well that night.

Because she didn't sleep well at night, Jingshu was a little depressed when she went to the front yard to serve as trustees the next day. After she dealt with the critical moment, she returned to Qingfeng Garden, intending to take a nap to recuperate her energy. Maybe she was too tired and sleepy. , as soon as I lay down, I fell asleep in Wujin West Frontier.

Ziyun came in and helped her get up and wash up, while whispering: "It's already dinner time and my uncle hasn't come back yet. Miss, why don't you send someone to the camp to deliver a message to my uncle?"

Jingshu sneered: "What should I tell him? Beg him to come back?"

With that said, Jingshu sat down in front of the dressing table, applying powder and saying, "If he doesn't want to come back, even if I beg for him every day, I won't be able to come."

Ziyun wanted to persuade me again, but Jingshu interrupted: "That's it, don't persuade me anymore. Our affairs can't be solved in one or two sentences. It's fine this way. He's busy with his business, and I'm busy with it." For me, the water from the well does not interfere with the water from the river."

After dinner, Jingshu took care of the day's accounts as usual. Ziyun felt uneasy when she saw that the night was getting darker and the prince had not returned yet.

They have had their share of disagreements since they got married, but my uncle has never been so angry. Thinking of the scary look on his uncle's face when he heard their conversation that day, Ziyun still felt uneasy.

 I don’t blame my uncle for this, the words my young lady said are really hurtful. The prince is so proud and cares about face, how can he bear it?

Ziyun thought about it for a while, then placed a cup of ginseng tea in front of Jingshu, then reached out to pick out the wick, and walked around Jingshu leisurely.

Jingshu raised her eyes and looked at him and said, "Is something wrong?"

Ziyun smiled and replied: "This slave has already told me early in the morning to cheer up for the night. I will go out for a walk later to see if there are any others who are lazy or drinking and playing cards."

Jingshu nodded and continued to work on her accounts. Ziyun glanced at her and tried to speak: "Miss, it's been cold these past two days. I don't know if my uncle has a thick quilt in the military camp."

Jingshu replied without raising her head: "How can he be aggrieved for such a big man? Don't worry about it for him. It's important to check him at night."

Ziyun retreated angrily, called Danzhu Bilu, and said, "Go and find a new set of thick quilts in the quilt cabinet in the ear room."

 (End of this chapter)