Chapter 332

A low-key and simple carriage stopped at the corner gate of Liufu.

"Madam Hui, Liu's house has arrived."

Outside the carriage, a soft call from her maid drew Hui Jun back from her wandering mind.

She pursed her lips, restrained the superfluous expression on her face, showed the perfect smile after years of careful training, and leaned down on the sedan chair to get off.

It was a completely strange mansion in front of her. If she had been put aside a few years ago, she would still be a trampling and humble warbler. A copper coin would be as convenient as possible. Let alone entering such a luxurious mansion, even if she was a little close, she would be driven away and abused by the little boy.

"Lady Hui?" The maid called.

"I'm fine. I just can't help but think of seeing my husband."

Cao, today's Huijun smiles shyly.

After pressing the heavy curtain and covering the whole face, he handed his hand to the handmaid and helped himself into the corner gate.

She knew that she was the dowry of the concubines of the Liu family, but she only looked at the energy and investment that the Liu family had injected into her over the years. She was proficient in eating, dressing and living. Some even taught her to read and write in person, taught her how to evaluate paintings and poems, and told her the taboo rules among noble families... So, She doesn't think she will only be a dowager who helps others win her husband's favor.

All the way to a courtyard with a low profile, Huijun sees the second son of Liu Fu who met a few years ago.

Jiang Pengji was stunned when she saw Huijun.

Even she did not expect that a Cao, who had been carefully cultivated for several years, would grow into such a gorgeous appearance.

The hair on the temples is like ink, the eyebrows are light, and the jade hairpin between the hair swings rhythmically. It is beautiful. It seems that even such boring shaking has become profound. There are thousands of postures when walking. The appearance of pingting curling is like a green willow just sprouting in warm spring, which is unforgettable.

Without the once thin, pitiful, humble and cowardly posture, some are just gentle, quiet and elegant.

"It's true that women have changed in their 18th year."

Jiang Pengji looks at Huijun with an appreciative eye. The other party is indeed a rare beauty.

Not to mention sinking fish and falling geese, closing the moon and shame flowers, but it can also dump a city.

Huijun tries to straighten her back and use everything she has learned over the years.

Although she was calm on the surface, her heart had already been beating like thunder, her palms were sweating hot, her back was stuffy with hot air, and her breath at the tip of her nose was a little short. It seemed that at the first sight of Jiang Pengji, even the air became thin.

Sitting down leisurely, Huijun shows her perfect smile and salutes with a standard action like a textbook.

"Maid Huijun, I've seen Lang Jun."

"Don't be so nervous." Jiang Pengji lost her smile. The other person looked like this. She always felt like a teaching director, and in front of her was a nervous student waiting for the spot check. "You've done well over the years. Your promise to you still counts."

Huijun breathes a sigh of relief. Only then does she realize that her back is already wet.

"In that case, can Lang Jun tell Huijun what you want Huijun to do?"

She looked at Jiang Pengji with clear eyes. Even though her cowardice had been worn away in recent years, she always felt ashamed in front of Jiang Pengji. She wanted to bury herself in the ground so that the other party would never see her again.

Jiang Pengji ordered a table. The sound was particularly obvious in the quiet room.

"When the evil girl of the evil country, will you do it?"

Evil country witch?

Huijun was stunned.

Before she came to Liu's house, countless thoughts came into her mind.

But no matter how she guessed, she didn't even touch the edge of the truth.

Huijun smiled bitterly. "Even if a woman in the world is as unclean as a slave, she won't take the initiative to admit that she looks inferior to others. It's just that the evil girl... Slave is somewhat beautiful, but she is not so confident as the 3000 beauties in the inner court of the Imperial Palace."

Jiang Pengji nodded, "that's right."

Today's Huijun is really beautiful, but this beauty still belongs to the world. If you try to find it, you can also find a beauty comparable to it.

Hearing this, Huijun felt as if she had been stabbed by the tip of a needle. She felt a little painful.

At this time, I heard Jiang Pengji say, "but I asked you if you would like to be the evil girl of the country, not others."

Huijun hurriedly replied, "of course I do."

Perhaps she has been humiliated and sad since she was a child. Huijun has been longing for someone to save her from this bitter sea.

The man in front of him did it.

At that time, she personally stabbed the local ruffians who had bullied her at the random burial post, so she secretly made up her mind.

Don't mention the mountains and rivers of fire. Even if she wants her life, she will offer it without hesitation.

As a person, she needs to be satisfied and grateful. Huijun just keeps this sincere heart.

She knew that she stole every day after she left the kiln cave.

How many migratory warblers died miserably and were naked on their deathbed. Others had to hide their noses when they saw the corpse?

Only she has enjoyed so many years of glory and wealth, and maybe she can go further in the future.

Why not?

As soon as her voice fell, she heard the boy in front of her say to her, "in that case, I'll give you a fortune!"

Huijun nods and bows. Jiang Pengji is dumb again.

"It's not so easy for evil women to do. You may even be scolded by people all over the world, so think carefully."

Hui Jun shook her head, "My husband is wrong. What about the evil girl? Isn't that the noblest woman in the world? The best things in the world are easy to get, live wantonly, don't be trampled on by others, and even make the once high people bend down or even break their spine. How bad is it? As for the reputation after death, people are dead, who cares about the flood behind them?"

What is the spitting of people all over the world?

Throughout history, although no beauty disaster can start and end well, no one has the ability to give them color.

No matter how he died, he enjoyed all his glory and wealth when he was alive.

Jiang Pengji choked on Huijun's words.

She didn't expect that the other party would think so.

"If you can think so, nature is the best." Jiang Pengji raised her finger and pointed to the hot medicine on the table, "drink it."

Huijun gets up and takes two small steps without asking what the medicine is. She raises her hand and holds up the bowl of dark, bitter and smelly medicine. She tilts her slender white neck and pours it down. Jiang Pengji gives her preserves. She also takes them and silently holds them in her mouth.

When the bitterness in her mouth came down, she was timid.

"The slave has a wish. Can you fulfill it?"

Thinking of her request, she felt that her tongue was going to knot.

"Yes." Jiang Pengji nodded and agreed.

"Can you hold the slave?"

She blurted out, her heart filled with hope and anxiety.

Jiang Pengji looks into Huijun's eyes and opens her arms slightly.

Huijun nervously stretches out her hand, hugs Jiang Pengji's waist and rests on her arms. Her shy and nervous expression gradually turns white, and soon calms down slowly. Her eyes are relieved, "thank you, thank you."