Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

Chapter 37 The second bowl of soup (7)

The tragic death of the female ghost Hongluan was due to Aunt Fang’s sinister and viciousness, and Xiang Hean’s ruthlessness was also a major reason. Even if he had a hint of affection for her in his heart, or he meant to treat her as a human being, it wouldn’t be the case. The reason why the female ghost Hongluan can easily sink into the pool is not because in this world, men abandon women like a scorpion, treating their wives and concubines as things that can be changed hands and trampled on at will?

Love in this world is simply unreliable. It’s a pity that the female ghosts are always unable to understand this point. Otherwise, why would the female ghost Hongluan still have to face each other and remember after setting foot on the Naihe Bridge? He said that he was severing righteousness, but in fact he was still in love. Otherwise, how could he say to let him go underground to accompany her?

Qinghuan drank the tea made by Grandma Wang and watched Tui Er busy packing up and down. Xiang Hean has been staying with her for the past few days. Although she is heavy and unable to make friends with him, she does not need to hook Xiang Hean with her body at all. Just a few eyes are enough to make Xiang Hean head overwhelmed. Although he opened the meat early, he has seen several **** pictures, but apart from Aunt Fang, who is a family-born child, the other wives and concubines are all decent people. And even Aunt Fang, it’s just that the bed linen is placed relatively open, and there is a good voice, this is the soul of Xiang He An. But that little trick, compared with Qing Huan, was far worse.

Although Aunt Fang is not good at her charming skills, and her appearance is average, she is better at mastering her good home fighting skills. The mistress of her last host’s family was a noble family, who struggled all the year round. With her ears and eyes, Aunt Fang also learned ten to ten percent of the house fighting technique, and she was even more able to learn from other things—I didn’t see it. Even the female family members of Shangshu Mansion who have no desires and desires were burned by her.

It’s a pity that the body is not very good, otherwise it would not be discovered by the mistress when she seduce the owner, so she was handed over to Xiang Hean. Unfortunately, He An thinks he has got the most wonderful gift in his life, but in fact he just picks up the broken shoes that others don’t want.

But Qing Huan has learned a lot from her. When she was alive, she was also the daughter of a big family. Although she was a concubine and was not favored, she saw a lot of fights in the house, like the method that Aunt Fang can use even as a servant, but she rarely sees it. . In the past, she did not fight with others, so she was the cannon fodder between the sisters, but now she understands that this person lives in the world, there will always be times when you don’t cause trouble, but trouble will come to provoke you.

Qinghuan is like a hungry sponge, and in the two worlds she is now in, she is absorbing knowledge madly. Regardless of whether it is high or low, whether it is a charm or a bed technique, she learns very seriously. Because she knows that only in this way can she repay her gratitude, and only in this way can she find the meaning of her life, and can slowly recover the bruised body.

It’s just…she still feels not enough. The Four Books and the Five Classics, the Female Order of the Female Virtue, she is so tired of reading it, she has already learned backwards. She doesn’t want to be immersed in such struggles all day long, she feels that she can become stronger!

Yes, as long as she works hard, there is nothing she can’t do.

While alive, Qing Huan had also read books, but not deep. In the world of female ghost Qiqi, as a woman in a brothel, the madam once asked the master to teach and study, but in the final analysis, those things were all to serve men to please men, and she never went deep into it. Although Qinghuan doesn’t look down on Xiang Hean, Xiang Hean is indeed a genius in terms of learning. Therefore, during pregnancy, Qinghuan used reading to nurture the child, so that the child will be born in the future, and it will be like a dad to be a big official and so on to coax towards He’an. When Xiang Hean became fascinated with her again, it was almost what Qinghuan said. Therefore, during the study period, if he encounters a difficult problem, Qinghuan asks Xiang Hean for advice.

Naturally, Xiang Hean knows everything, because whenever he solves a problem for Qinghuan, she will delight the body and mind of his serving that night, and be happy like a god.

He had never thought about why Qing Huan wanted to study, and he naturally believed the clumsy reason. For Xiang Hean like this, Qing Huan didn’t know whether to say he was open-minded or short-sighted. No wonder there was a fire in the backyard. He was still in front of him, and he was simply a slow-reacting guy. But perhaps, in Xiang Hean’s mind, no matter how much a woman reads, she can’t make waves.

The world is too harsh on women, even stifling their wisdom and ability.

Qinghuan used to envy the benefactor’s decision to kill and kill, and the heroine did not let her beard and eyebrows, but only now did she understand how much sweat is hidden under the surface of the tongue and the lotus. Success without hard work will never last forever. .

I hope she wakes up from this moment enough to save it.

Even if she is dead, even if her heart is broken, she still has to be worthy of herself, worthy of her benefactor, worthy of the little girl who left her at Naihe Bridge.

Speaking of the little girl… I don’t know where she has been, where she is, how is her time? Qing Huan squinted her eyes and thought for a while. It should be good. With the appearance of a young girl, she can control the countless souls of Wangchuanhe. She is naturally powerful. It is enough to wish her well.

In the dark, Mother Wang brought a tray. On the tray was a small delicate celadon bowl. The bowl was covered with a lid. When she arrived in front of Qinghuan, she put down the tray, took out the porcelain bowl respectfully, lifted the lid, and put in the spoon.

It turned out to be a bowl of bird’s nest slowly simmered over a small fire.

“Mrs. Luan, this is what the old lady specially asked the kitchen to cook for you, saying that you want you to make up for it, but don’t wrong the unborn young master.”

Qing Huan said that he could understand this kind of heir only. Not to mention the old lady, even she felt the wonderful thing of “pregnancy” for the first time. When she was alive, she had already lost the qualifications to be a mother. Now the fetus in her womb moves her skin from time to time, and Qing Huan still finds it very strange. “I see, you reply to the old lady on my behalf, saying that Hongluan would like to thank the old lady for her care, and you will live up to the old lady’s goodwill.”

Madam Wang was very satisfied. She felt that among the four aunts, the one who belonged to Luan was the most kind and inviting. Unlike that Aunt Fang, whose tail is almost up to the sky, I really want to see that one day, that face will show a desperate and humble look! All are slaves, why pretend to be a master? It’s best that the belly should never be arrogant, nothing can be born!

Seeing Mother Wang’s expression, Qing Huan couldn’t guess what she was thinking. He lifted the bird’s nest with a faint smile, but suddenly a strange smell was smelled between his nose.