Shattered Glass

It is still necessary to get up early to prepare. Today is the day when the bride will meet the elders in the family and serve tea, and it is also the day when everyone bows to the mistress.

Especially her. The old butler repeatedly sent people to instruct that, no matter what the reason, Fujin must go to Fujin today.

Different from yesterday's solemnity and luxury, even the people who visited Meili didn't have to give her extra orders to dress her up simply, too gorgeous, as if she was going to demonstrate.

It was Lao Fujin in the mansion who went earlier than Meili. Although she was Jing Xuan's stepmother, her relationship with Jing Xuan was extremely indifferent. Since the death of the old prince, he has lived in Chengde's other business and never returned to the capital of the capital.

Old Fujin smiled and sat on the main seat of the hall, waiting for her nominal daughter-in-law to come and offer tea. However, she was not excited. When she saw Meili coming in, she smiled meaningfully at her and avoided her. Greetings. She and Mei Li are just two indispensable characters in this play, both of which are used to accompany Xin Fu Jin.

Yu Suying came first by her two close-fitting grandmothers, surrounded by several maids, one of them solemnly and beamingly held a tray covered with red silk.

The tray was presented to Old Fujin, and the red silk was lifted off, and the proud old mother half-up and half-show held out a piece of blood-stained white satin. Old Fujin also smiled in relief and nodded repeatedly.

Of course Mei Li understood the meaning of this white satin, and her fingers under her handkerchief twitched slightly. She restrained herself from thinking about the associations caused by this blood and satin.

The grandmother and the maids stepped back, and it was time for the boss to play.

The one who came first was Jing Xuan. He was wearing a homely summer shirt and obviously did not pay much attention to the ceremony in the palace. A step behind him was Xin Fujin from the Qing Palace. She was supported by a maid and followed her husband's footsteps. As she raised her leg to step over the threshold, she groaned slightly, but her face flushed. Jing Xuan heard it, and turned around to see her shy and complaining attitude. He couldn't help but smile and took her hand into the hall.

He didn't salute Lao Fujin, let go of Suying's hand, and just sat in his place. When Suying was holding the tea and knelt down to Old Fujin, Mei Li was gently pulled up by the maids on her left and right, Fujin knelt down, and she couldn't sit.

Old Fujin said what she should have said, and symbolically gave Suying a red envelope.

Suying was supported and sat next to Jing Xuan. Her smiling eyes faintly swept towards Meili who was opposite. Meili knew that it was time for her to meet her.

She was led to kneel down for Jing Xuan and held the tea tray over her head. She had been taught long ago to say: "Lord, please use tea."

Jing Xuan accepted the tea naturally, with only an "um" sound.

Then, Su Ying.

Kneeling on her knees, she held the tea cup high, "Fu Jin, please use tea."

Although... she had practiced it thousands of times in her heart, and she was confident that she smiled at this moment, but she really felt wronged in her heart when she really held tea and kneeled to this woman of her age. It hurts.

After taking her tea, she said kindly but with a nobility: "Okay." This woman is no longer the girl who met her for the first time in the paddock and embraced her ancestors’ knees, but her mistress, her mother. The master...Today's ceremony is to make her understand for the rest of her life that she is just a feast for Jin, and will call herself a "slave maid" in front of Suying and Jingxuan, starting from the moment she took the tea for her whole life.

Suying took a red envelope from the maid, and handed it to her, "This is the prince and I reward you. From now on, our sisters must work together to serve the prince and take care of all the tasks of the palace so that the prince has no worries. The heart serves the emperor's allegiance."

Mei Li silently listened to the instructions of the mistress's tone, and when she received the red envelope rewarded by "Prince and Fu Jin", her hand trembled slightly.

Before it was over, she knelt down lower and said, "The slave and maidservant should remember the teachings of Fujin."

"Get up."

Only when Suying asked her to get up can she get up.

She can't go back to the seat just now, she has to sit at the bottom of Suying very far away, close to the door.

The servants of the mansion entered in batches to greet the prince and Fu Jin. No one cares about sitting on the upper head old Fu Jin and the side Fu Jin who started. Everyone happily accepted the expensive red envelopes from Xinfujin, Suying smiled and nodded to each of the slaves who thanked her. From then on, she was the mistress of this mansion.

Miri forced herself to face this scene, this is just the beginning...

Every day from now on, if there is no reason, she will greet Su Yingchen in a daze, repeating today's etiquette every day, until the division of master and servant is carved into bone and blood, which becomes instinct.

Jing Xuan stood up suddenly, everyone watched his abrupt behavior blankly. He walked straight to Mei Li, blocked the eyes of people looking at her with his body, and said loudly, "Are you dizzy again? You are sick!" He said, and picked her up arrogantly from the chair.

"Fujin Fujin is not in good health. In the future, such rituals will be avoided in the morning and evening!"

Mei Li's mind was a little stunned, and she was a small lotus pond when she left the hall. Only when the slightly watery wind blew on her face did she realize what he had done. Although she didn't see Suying's expression, but in front of all the servants, he announced so that the dismissal of the horse was really not light.

"Let me down." She twisted slightly in his arms. It's okay, his intention has been achieved, and Suying still hasn't figured out his temper. Even if it is a wife, he can't bear the authority of others, and he hopes that everyone is humble in front of him. Suying must not ask him for instructions before giving him a big reward, and that's why she provokes him a cruel blow.

When he stared at her, there was some inexplicable tenderness reflected in her pale and pretty black eyes, "Stupid! The more you are sick and dizzy, the bigger your eyes are!" He complained.

She did not answer.

He deliberately saved Suying's face, but she was the one who was unlucky in the end. Does he want her to thank him?

Holding her back to the room, he put her lightly on the couch, took off her shoes personally, overwhelmed, and kissed her expressionless face.

"Not happy yet?" He softened his voice, his indifferent voice wasn't suitable for confiding gentle words, it was still like questioning. "You can't hide her on her knees, and... you won't use it anymore." He simply assured.

She really hopes that she can be moved by his words. In fact, he and she both understand that the righteousness is just a matter of kneeling or not?

"Miri..." His lips sipped her delicate skin, approaching her lips.

Suddenly she remembered the red blood stains on the white satin that Suying's mother was holding, and stubbornly tilted her head, avoiding his mouth that might have just kissed Suying.

"Huh?" He was really upset, and the warmth in his eyes was pushed back by the cold. "What do you want me to do?" He half propped up his upper body coldly, "Shall she kneel down for you? impossible!"

She tilted her head to look at the markings smudged by the sun on the gauze bed net, the fragrance of jasmine...he had a delicate and precious scent on his body.

He squeezed her chin and pulled her face back, kissing her without letting her escape.

Knowing that it was in vain, her bad temper, which she thought had been flattened, recurred. She closed her mouth tightly to prevent him from entering. He bit punishingly, and it hurt, and she squeezed even tighter.

"What are you doing?" he finally asked.

"Dirty!" she blurted out. Having said that, I was shocked, how could she say such a thing? She has no right to dislike...

He was immediately irritated, "Dirty?!" He sat up, staring at her, "I don't think you are!"

A word...put her to death.

She watched his eyes widen suddenly, and a lot of emotions appeared in an instant, just when the tears were about to rush into her black grape-like water eyes, she blinked, and then... there was nothing left.

She didn't blame him, it was she herself who was hurt like this when she said something ignorant, it was she herself who hurt herself.

Why does she provoke fate again? Maybe it was too wronged today, too sad that it exceeded her limit... She knew it was wrong.

She looked at him hollowly again. He was very suspicious. Whenever she looked at him like this, did she really see him? !

He choked, why... hurt her again!

I'm sorry that the three words choked in my throat like fire, but I couldn't say it anyway.

He can only slam the door again, why is he sorry for her? Is he wrong? !

But... his heart is guilty, and it hurts with guilt.

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