Wen Jiaojiao specially looked at those overnight dishes. It was just overnight, and it wasn't bad now that the weather wasn't hot.
The food in the house is exquisite and delicious, even the overnight dishes that have been cold are still fragrant.
She really doesn't want to be this bad guy, but in order to maintain her character, she can only rack her brains to avoid offending the heroine who is too cruel and not destroying the character.
Today is the fifth day, and Wen Jiaojiao thinks that the person can be released.
Seeing Yuzhu preparing to tie her hair, Wen Jiaojiao lazily brushed her hand away, "There's no need to tie it up. My head is still a little uncomfortable and I feel uncomfortable wearing the hairpin, so just leave it loose."
Yuzhu responded, took out a box of sesame oil for combing hair, rubbed some on his hands, and then applied it to the warm hair.
Everything Wen Ruyue uses is of the best quality. This box of sesame oil with a strange and fragrant fragrance is a tribute from a foreign country. It was given to her by the queen. Apart from this, the queen gave her countless good things.
The queen was very kind to her cousin, and she was the first to think of anything good. Her life was even worse than that of the princesses in the palace.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the face in the mirror. Her round almond eyes looked innocent and harmless. Even though she was still sick, her lips were still bright red and full.
Although she was only fourteen years old at this time, with baby fat on her face, her facial features were delicate and distinct, like a rose in bud, and you could vaguely see the brightness and enthusiasm of the rose in full bloom.
Wen Ruyue has always been in poor health, but Mrs. Xiao has been raising her with great care. She is very round and not slender, making her look cute and cute. She has a very pleasant appearance. At a glance, she can tell that she is the mayor of Fugui Township.
The older girl seems to have a high-spirited smile between her eyebrows, and even her frown seems to be coquettish.
Wen Jiaojiao couldn't help but sigh when she thought about how a girl with such an appearance ended up. She couldn't empathize with a girl with such a personality at the moment, so she just sighed secretly.
Sighing her and sighing herself, she is not being pretentious, nor is she looking sad in the mirror, it is just because she is Wen Ruyue now, and if she is not careful, she may inherit Wen Ruyue's original fate.
She is just an ordinary, ordinary person who feels that she is not that capable of changing anything, so she just tries her best.
It's possible that she couldn't play Wen Ruyue or that she failed in her performance and just gave Barbie a Q.
What she wants most is to go with the flow and just go with the flow. If she can, she just wants to lie flat, as flat as possible.
But now in order to be able to lie down for a while longer in the future, she still tried a little harder.
It's like the feeling when I was still in high school, thinking that as long as I survived the college entrance examination for three years, I would be able to sleep well in college.
The system gave her a period of three years to lie down.
After waiting for three years, she can:
The three-year period has arrived! The legitimate daughter of the Wen family...
Ahem, I ran a little too far. Wen Jiaojiao quickly pulled back her imagination. Once she started to think divergently, she began to have wild ideas. Her imagination could expand into a black hole.
Wen Jiaojiao put herself into the mentality of a high school student, thought about how to solve Wen Miaoran's problem, and found her soft whip in the house.
Seeing Wen Jiaojiao take out a small whip, the other two personal maids around her, Cuiju and Xiang Jin, couldn't help but flinch, with clearly frightened looks in their eyes.
Wen Ruyue had a vaguely yandere attribute. She usually went crazy and even the personal maids around her were whipped.
Different from the maids in ordinary novels who encourage female partners to do bad things and become scoundrels, the maids around Wen Ruyue are usually a bit afraid of Wen Ruyue. Wen Ruyue is usually moody and will take out her anger on them when she is unhappy.
Only the oldest and most stable Yuzhu and the bold and cautious Fengxin are not afraid of Wen Ruyue, and Wen Ruyue trusts them the most.
Wen Jiaojiao has Wen Ruyue's memories of more than ten years. Different from the plot that was briefly mentioned in the novel, Wen Ruyue has inherited Wen Ruyue's memory. The image of Wen Ruyue in her mind is more three-dimensional and vivid, as well as the people and things around her. This
The world became clearer, as if she had experienced it personally.
When Yuzhu saw Wen Jiaojiao pull out a whip, she knew what she wanted to do. She put a coat on Wen Jiaojiao, with concern in her eyes, "Miss, your health is not fully recovered yet."
Wen Jiaojiao snorted, "I can't wait to punish Wen Miaoran, she has had enough good life!"
Wen Jiaojiao raised her chin towards Xiang Jin and said, "Go and bring Wen Miaoran to me."
Hearing Wen Jiaojiao's words, Yuzhu and the others looked at her strangely.
His temperament is still the same as usual, but the tone of his speech... is also a bit too soft, it sounds like coquettishness.
Although Wen Ruyue's voice was crisp, it was very soft. She was usually arrogant and domineering, and she always liked to speak in a high pitch, which made her originally soft voice sound much shriller.
Yuzhu and the others felt that they were not used to it when they heard their young lady's voice suddenly softening when she got angry. Wen Jiaojiao didn't talk to them much these days, and they didn't pay much attention to the fact that she was sick and a little weak.
Now she looks great and looks lively. Her voice is getting clearer but also softer, which makes them feel uncomfortable.
In fact, they have become accustomed to Wen Ruyue who always raises her voice and talks loudly wherever she goes.
System No. 6 made a beep in Wen Ruyue's mind, reminding her.
Oh, Lao Liu was the name given to the system by Wen Jiaojiao. Its number was 06, so she casually named it Lao Liu.
It's really easy to read.
Wen Jiaojiao said in his mind: "There's nothing I can do about the sound? You can't let me pinch my throat and scream like a chicken every day, right?"
This is how she usually talks to others. Her friends say that she is very Buddhist when she opens her mouth. She is used to this tone. There is nothing special. She just speaks in a very calm tone, which sounds normal. But when it comes to Wen Ruyue, it is
The soft voice sounds even softer.
It is particularly obvious when compared with Wen Ruyue's usual delicate and shrill voice.
It is very difficult for a person who is more than 20 years old to change his tone. Wen Jiaojiao doesn't want to have to adjust his tone when he speaks every day. That would be very tiring.
It's almost enough to learn how to do it.
System No. 6: "I'm just reminding the host to be as considerate and appropriate to the character as possible."
Wen Jiaojiao: "A small change shouldn't affect it, right?"
Lao Liu: "It won't affect you very much..."
"That's it, you old man."
Lao Liu: Hey, hey, hey, he's just worried about his host, and he's just a worker.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the slightly subtle expressions on the maids' faces, and flicked the whip in his hand, making a sharp cracking sound in the air.
Xiang Jin was frightened by the whip and took a step back. Then she immediately responded respectfully and went to the woodshed to get someone.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Xiang Jin's back and thought that as long as she released Wen Miaoran, her partial father would find a way to get Aunt Ye out.
Yuzhu asked someone to move a couch in the courtyard, covered with a thick blanket, and helped Wen Jiaojiao lie down, waiting for Xiang Jin to bring someone over.
The maids moved screens and placed them on the left and right sides to help Wen Jiaojiao block the wind.
Feng Xin put refreshments on the table nearby and lit some incense. Yuzhu gently massaged Wen Jiaojiao's head. His soft, fragrant fingers were inserted into her hair and pressed against her scalp.
, made Wen Jiaojiao feel like he was lying in a fairy's nest. He closed his eyes and felt so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.
Wen Miaoran was quickly held up by two strong women and thrown in front of Wen Jiaojiao.
Wen Miaoran stood up from the ground and looked at Wen Jiaojiao, who was half lying on the floor in front of her with her eyes closed and dozing. She was a little surprised and unsure about what Wen Ruyue would do to her.
She had been locked up in the woodshed with her mother for the past few days. She originally thought she would be hungry for at least a few days, but food was delivered every day. Although the food was cold, it was not spoiled.
She leaned on the door and heard that Wen Ruyue had sent it, and she was even more confused. She wondered several times whether medicine had been dropped inside.
Given Wen Ruyue's character, it would be considered kind to give them bad food and bad food.
But considering Wen Ruyue's open-minded character, she couldn't think of drugging her.
Wen Miaoran felt that Wen Ruyue today was a little different from the usual one. She was lying on the couch like that, with her long black and smooth hair hanging loose without any hairpins, and her pretty face looked a little hazy in the scent of incense.
This was the first time Wen Miaoran saw her looking so calm and peaceful.
Normally, Wen Ruyue would have spoken harshly to her, and the soft whip in her hand would be whipped out without saying a word.
Seeing that Wen Jiaojiao didn't speak for a long time, Wen Miaoran couldn't help but ask: "What are the fourth sisters' plans for today?"
As soon as Wen Miaoran opened her mouth, she was pushed to the ground by the two women behind her.
Even though she was pressed to her knees on the ground, Wen Miaoran still kept her back straight.
Wen Jiaojiao opened her eyes and looked at Wen Miaoran, and a beautiful and beautiful face fell into her eyes.
Apart from Wen Ruyue's memory, this was the first time Wen Jiaojiao faced Wen Miaoran directly. Even after being locked up in the firewood shed for five days, her hair was loose and her hair was messy, and her face was a bit haggard, but her beauty could not be concealed.
Seeing Wen Miaoran's appearance and temperament, Wen Jiaojiao thought to herself that it was no wonder that Wen Miaoran was liked by so many men in the book. With such a beautiful face, and her smart and cold personality, she was like a proud snow flower.
Plum blossoms bloom fiercely alone without competing with other flowers.
Wen Jiaojiao withdrew his gaze and spoke lazily to Yuzhu and the others: "Bring out a desk. There are also papers, ink, pens and inkstones. Oh, by the way, put in another bowl of water."
Yuzhu and Fengxin looked at each other, not quite understanding what their master wanted to do, but they still quickly prepared everything Wen Jiaojiao wanted and placed them in the middle of the yard.
Wen Jiaojiao took out the thinnest book from the few books that Feng Xin had given her and threw it on the desk. "After my second sister has finished copying this book of poems today, I will let you go."
Wen Miaoran picked up the book and looked through it, put the book aside, picked up the pen and started writing without saying a word.
Wen Jiaojiao glanced at Yuzhu. Yuzhu understood, walked forward, picked up a bowl filled with water, and placed it on Wen Miaoran's head.
Wen Jiaojiao smiled and flicked the soft whip, "Second sister, don't drop the bowl. If you drop the bowl, you will be whipped by me once."
Wen Miaoran listened to Wen Jiaojiao's soft voice with a smile on her face. She was just like a child who didn't know good or evil, doing whatever she wanted.
A little different from usual, but still the same everywhere.
Wen Miaoran took a deep breath, holding the bowl on her head. She could only write straight with her back straight the whole time. She couldn't even lower her head. She could only write with a pen with her eyes slightly lowered. It was very tiring to watch.
The other maids looked at Wen Jiaojiao coming up with such a torture method, and thought that the young lady seemed to have a much better temperament in the past two days than before. As expected, it just looked like she was better now, and her temper was even more unclear than before.
and ideas.
Wen Jiaojiao felt the fearful eyes of the maids looking at her, sighed secretly, handed the whip to Feng Xin, covered her eyes with the handkerchief and began to sleep.