I Am This Type of Woman

Chapter 43 Trash Snacks (1)

"What are you doing, what are you doing?" Ban Hua was lying on the soft couch and asked the maid to massage her head. Ban Heng rushed in crying and howling, and the maid was so frightened that she shook Ban Hua's hair. Grab a few.

"Princess," the little maid turned pale with fright, she looked at Banhua in a panic, not knowing how to let go of her hands and feet.

"You all go down," Ban Hua turned to look at the little maid, "It's okay, it's not your fault."

"Thank you princess." The little girl's hands were shaking when she followed the others out. She looked down at the few hairs in her palm, and felt that her county master was kind-hearted and had no flaws.

"Yuzhu, you've been serving the princess for a year or two, why are you so timid?" The little girl who had befriended her took her by the wrist and laughed softly, "It seems that the princess will come back later Bickered with Shizi."

"Don't talk nonsense, there is no reason for our servants to talk nonsense about the master's affairs in private?" Yu Zhu hurriedly tugged at her wrist, "If the housekeeper hears about it, he will definitely deduct your monthly silver."

The little girl hurriedly stopped talking, turned her head and looked around several times, and did not feel relieved until she did not see the butler.

In the yard, Banhua sat up straight from the imperial concubine's couch, and pulled her loose hair back, "After being discovered by Uncle Rong last time, didn't you say that you would never do such stupid things again?"

"Uncle Rong can't find out every time," Ban Heng said cheekily, "There are times when I mean what I say, so don't take it to heart. Sister, let's bury the silver tomorrow morning, shall we?"

"Go by yourself," Ban Hua lay back on the imperial concubine's bed, "It's so cold in the morning, I don't want to get up."

"Then how about...we go at night, we will stay in a villa in the suburbs tomorrow night, and we won't go back to the city," Ban Heng thought for a while, "it's not safe to go out at night, we go in the evening, if we can't catch the curfew, we will What do you think of staying in Biezhuang for one night?"

Ban Hua was silent for a moment: "Go and call the maid who is guarding outside to me."

"What do you want them to do?" Ban Heng was puzzled.

"Aren't you asking them to comb my hair?" Banhua stood up, "I'll tell my mother later."

"Okay!" Ban Heng nodded happily, turned around and called the maids in, "Sister, then I'll clean up."

Banhua ignored him, just sat on the soft bed, looked at the nine-turn white jade bracelet on her wrist and sighed. She was worried that with her brother's brain, she would forget where she buried her things in five years.

The maids filed in and waited on Banhua to comb her hair and change her clothes. One after another, the skirts and shirts that took the embroiderer more than a month to make, hairpins, jade pendants, bracelets, and pearls that ordinary people can't afford in a lifetime, are randomly placed in the corners of the box like discarded stones. Waiting for the occasional luck of the owner.

Ban Hua lightly patted the lip balm on her lips with her fingertips, and pursed her lips. Seeing that her lips had become gorgeous and moist, she stood up in satisfaction and walked towards the main courtyard.

Although Ban Huai felt a little guilty for getting Cheng Amber injured, but generally speaking, Ban Huai was still in a good mood. He walked into the second door, saw the delicate and lively daughter, and the smile on his face suddenly became brighter: "Huahua."

"Father," Ban Hua blessed Ban Huai, then trotted up to him, "You smile so happily, what happened?"

Ban Huai has never been able to hide anything in front of his daughter, so he told Ban Hua everything that happened in Chaoshang today, and finally said with emotion: "Cheng Anbo is really a kind person."

"You mean that Xie Chongjin was thrown into prison?" Ban Hua was in a complicated mood. Could it be that Xie Chongjin was the one who rebelled in the future, but how could he have the ability to rebel? He is not as famous as Uncle Rong among literati, and he doesn't have much prestige among military generals. He can't imitate his predecessors and perform some miracles, saying that he is destined by destiny, and fooling the common people into fighting with him, right?

Seeing that his daughter hadn't spoken for a long time, Ban Huai looked at her puzzledly: "Good girl, why don't you speak?"

"Father, tell me... shall we kill him?" Ban Hua looked at Ban Huai quietly, her voice was light, and it sounded a bit pervasive.

"F-kill who?" Ban Huai was taken aback by his daughter's words, "My dear girl, do you have any grudge against Mr. Xie?"

"No." Ban Hua whispered, "I was worried that he was that person."

"No way," Ban Huai couldn't believe it, "With Xie Jinke's virtue, can he raise a son who can do great things?"

Banhua was speechless, she tapped her head: "It's all my fault, I can't remember things."

"It's okay, your father and I can't remember anything, you can do whatever you want." Ban Huai patted the top of Ban Hua's head reassuringly, "Let's go, let's go find your mother."

"Father, are you back?" Ban Heng saw Ban Huai come in, and stood up from his chair, "Mother is worried about why you haven't come back so late."

"Hey, something happened in the court today." Ban Huai told his wife and children what happened in the court again. "It's also my fault that I was not cautious enough to implicate Cheng Amber. Ma'am, look at what kind of thank you gift we are giving. Is it better to go in the past?"

After thinking carefully, Yin said: "Don't worry, I will arrange this matter."

In Cheng'anbo's mansion, Rong Xia looked at her bruised arm, put down her sleeves to cover up the strong smell of medicine, wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and said to the blue-clothed guard standing in front of her, "Tomorrow's autumn will be just right, right now." It’s a good time to climb mountains.”

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Rong Xia picked up the book on the table, before reading a page, the butler hurried over.

"Uncle, the Marquis of Jingting sent a gift of thanks."

"Thank you?" Rong Xia didn't expect the people in Jingtinghou's mansion to be so polite. He put down the book and took a look at the gift list. Inside were various tonics, a few boxes of good wound medicine, and...Lvfu Yuqian Longjing A box of cakes?

The butler took a food box from the servant behind him, with a subtle expression on his face: "The gift-giver sent by the Jingting Hou Mansion said that the things in this box cannot be stored for a long time."

"Bring it here and let me have a look."

The housekeeper brought the food box in front of Rong Xia, and Rong Xia lifted the lid of the food box, inside was a lotus leaf green porcelain cup, inside the cup were neatly placed twelve light green pastries, the pastries were light green with crystals, It's so soft and cute, and it seems to exude a faint fragrance.

When Rong Xia saw the twelve snacks, she couldn't help but chuckled, and said to the housekeeper, "Go and thank the person who gave the gift in person, don't neglect."