454 Concubine Rebirth 6

When the Marquis of Peiping came back, he would only think that Bei Yutang was being unreasonable and mindless, and he would not correct her mistakes.

After all, he had seen that poem long ago, and naturally believed in Bei Nianjin.

Speaking of the reason why Bei Nianjin borrowed the poems written by the original owner before, Bei Yutang felt a little ridiculous.

That's what Bei Nianjin told himself when he misappropriated it.

These poems and songs are not worthy of a vicious woman like Bei Yutang. She wants to use Bei Yutang's poems to bring her into disrepute. It's more enjoyable to get revenge in this way.

The euphemistic name is for revenge, but in fact, it is plagiarizing the original owner's poems and finding a high-sounding reason for himself.

Use the original owner's things to stink the original owner's reputation and achieve her name as a talented girl.

She plays the abacus very well!

From this point of view, Bei Yutang had to admire her shamelessness. Originally, the experience of her previous life made Bei Yutang feel sympathy, but after reading all the information, that sympathy disappeared.

She is not relying on her unknown ability to frame people recklessly. Now that she is here, she will see if she can continue to be complacent.

"Miss, ma'am." Xiao Mohua's voice came from the window again.

Bei Yutang handed her the empty plate and brought in the cloak he brought.

"Miss, you don't have to be afraid, the slaves will accompany you here." Little Mo painted hands on the edge of the window, trying to stand on tiptoe, and said to Bei Yutang in the house.

Bei Yutang looked at the petite, pink and tender maid and said with a smile, "No need. Go back to sleep. When others see it, my father should punish me again."

The little girl was right when she thought about it, and looked at her worriedly, "Then, that servant is gone."

"Well, go back and rest."

Bei Yutang, wrapped in a windbreaker, spent her first night in this world in this cold ancestral hall on this cold night.

In the early morning of the next day, Bei Yutang immediately woke up when she heard footsteps coming from outside, tucked her cloak under the offering table, her face flushed red, and she was on the cold ground.

As soon as several servants opened the door of the ancestral hall, they panicked when they saw the eldest lady who fell to the ground.

"Hurry up and send the eldest lady back to the yard, hurry up and invite the doctor." Lin Mammy said to the maid behind her.

Bei Yutang closed her eyes and let the people below carry her into her boudoir.

Xiao Mohua looked at the master on the bed, her eyes were reddish, and she said in a choked voice, "Miss, don't have any trouble. It's all the fault of the slaves. The slaves should stay outside."

Bei Yutang squeezed her little hand while no one reached out, the little girl opened her eyes, and just opened her mouth and shouted a word.

"what!"

What he was going to say later came to an abrupt end when he saw Bei Yutang's gesture of silence.

Bei Yutang blinked at the mischievous wink, and the little girl immediately understood.

He Xiang came over and asked, "What the hell did you call me here just now? The lady is still ill and needs to be quiet. Why don't you wait here and go to the kitchen to see if the medicine is ready?"

Mo Hua nodded timidly, "Oh."

He Xiang glanced at Bei Yutang who was still asleep on the bed, then turned and left.

"Madam." He Xiang, who had just walked outside, greeted the person with a respectful salute when she saw the person coming.

Mother Bei hurried into the room and threw herself beside Bei Yutang's bed, "My poor daughter."