"Mother......

When Xia Furong and Yun Qiuqin got into the simple carriage, they couldn't hold back any longer, threw themselves into Yun Qiuqin's arms, and cried.

In the past, the carriage where Xia Furong sat was full of fragrant hearts, upholstered seats, soft brocade, beautiful beads, and fragrant tea.

Now the carriage she is sitting in now, on weekdays, even the maids around her may not be willing to sit.

The leakage is not counted, when Xia Furong got into the carriage, she was also pricked by the barb on the door frame.

On his finger, a bead of blood suddenly appeared.

After getting into the carriage, Xia Furong became more and more aggrieved.

In the carriage, it was extremely stuffy, and the most unbearable thing was that I didn't know what this carriage had installed before, and there was a bad smell, which made Xia Furong want to vomit.

Coupled with the humiliation she received at the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xia Furong completely collapsed.

"Shh......h

Yun Qiuqin knew that Xia Furong was uncomfortable, aggrieved, and painful.

But now is not the time for Xia Furong to complain to her, who knows if this coachman is someone sent by Xia Chiwan.

If at this time, Xia Chiwan will catch some tricks and make trouble, I am afraid that they will not have good fruits to eat.

Xia Furong lay in Yun Qiuqin's arms, smelling the smell of Yun Qiuqin, and the grievances in her heart could be regarded as holding back.

It wasn't until two hours later that Xia Furong sat in the carriage until her buttocks hurt, and she arrived at the other village of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Xia Boran owned thousands of acres outside the city of Kyoto, all of which were leased to the good people in the vicinity.

Every year, when the steward comes to collect the rent, he naturally needs to have a place to take care of things.

What's more, after the good people handed over the rice and grain rented from the fields, they would put it in another village, and then someone from Kyoto would transport the rice and grain, and what was left would be kept, and what could be sold.

So, this don't make a deal, that's a good sound.

It's hard to say, it's a grain warehouse in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Therefore, the master of the Prime Minister's Mansion will generally never set foot in this village.

Since the master will not come to the place, of course it will not be particularly gorgeous.

Even if there are a lot of rooms, each room is relatively simple, and in a small courtyard, there are no precious flowers, all of which are cheap flowers that are easy to feed in the countryside.

Such as cockscomb, nightshade, morning glory, impatiens, beauty burnt......

Some flowers have already passed the flowering season, so I don't see their gorgeous and new flowers, only the stump remains.

This is very different from the artistic conception of "the autumn clouds do not disperse and the frost flies late, leaving the dry lotus to listen to the sound of the rain".

The latter is depressed and literary, while the former is really a flower residue and a satire.

Just seeing the grass and trees in this courtyard is enough to stimulate Xia Furong.

Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong came to this villa where no one lived, of course, they didn't have to expect any mothers-in-law and maids to follow them.

Everything needs to be done by Yun Qiuqin and Xia Furong themselves.

Xia Furong looked at the dusty room that had been temporarily cleaned up for herself, and cried again in Yun Qiuqin's arms.

"Mother, my daughter is unwilling, obviously Xia Chiwan's little slut, she played a poisonous trick and caused her daughter to be so down. Why didn't his father punish Xia Chiwan, but let his daughter be wronged! ”

Xia Furong didn't review it at all, if she hadn't calculated Xia Chiwan first, how could Xia Chiwan use her plan with Sun Jianxing to harm her.

In Xia Furong's eyes, she should harm Xia Chiwan.

Xia Chiwan was not obediently harmed by her, that was Xia Chiwan's fault.