The movie harem of Quick Time Travel is really hard to fight

Minghui herself had thought of this, but the original owner entered the body when his breath was weak in the water. He had no idea what happened before falling into the water. He only vaguely remembered that he was pushed down, but... it was just a push. Go down?

Drugged!Yes, it’s drugs!The faint breath on the tip of the nose is still there. If I didn't pay special attention, I might just think that I just woke up and my nose is too bright to smell some unclean breath.

"Mother, I only vaguely remember that I suddenly felt dizzy, and then someone pushed me into the pool. I don't know the rest." Minghui's beautiful eyelashes drooped slightly, and she was thinking about who did it.

Dizziness?Zhuyue suddenly had an idea and realized that this matter must have been framed. The person who framed it must not want Guo Luoluo to get involved with Ba Age. Thinking of her natal family, Zhuyue comforted her daughter and hurriedly Busy out.

"Host, do you have an idea?"

"A little bit." Minghui touched her chin, and finally settled on the prince as the candidate. After all, it was the prince's help. If she married the eighth master, then Prince An's Mansion would not necessarily be the prince's help. The prince is also afraid.

However, this prince is really good at treating women's lives as trivial matters.

"Dujuan, I'm hungry!"

This body has slept for a day, a night and a morning, and the belly has been empty for a long time. Now that it has regained its strength, the hunger is coming, and it is really uncomfortable.

"Hey, miss, Du Ruo quickly went to the kitchen to heat up the porridge. Miss just woke up and it's not easy to eat too oily and pungent things. This millet porridge is just right." Du Juan once again ordered Du Ruo, a professional errand boy, and himself Then he waited for the eldest lady to get up and put on her clothes.

Du Ruo responded and left. Du Juan picked out a fresh and beautiful dress for Minghui, and received a small amount of praise from Minghui, but it was such a small amount of praise that made Du Juan so happy that her tail was raised.

For these personal matters, I, Miss Dujuan, have to understand me, and everything else has to stand aside.

Du Juan changed Minghui's clothes, combed her hair into a beautiful bun and pinned three or five hairpins on it. After fixing the flag head, she began to think about what kind of makeup she should give her.

Minghui looked at the looming figure in the bronze mirror. Ten years old was still the most tender age. She looked pretty even without makeup, so there was no need for these cosmetics to ruin her little face.

"Today, let's just draw an eyebrow. There is no need to arrange the rest. You don't have to go anywhere even if you are sick, so it doesn't have to be too complicated." Minghui arranged it, and Du Juan followed suit, using her eyebrow pencil to draw Minghui's eyebrows. Her eyebrows are rosy, and her classic temperament instantly rises, which makes her quite a model of a lady.

For this craftsmanship and matching, Minghui has to say that he is truly a top-notch matchmaker.

"good."

The extremely stingy praise was enough to make Du Juan happy, and she said happily: "You must be a good teacher, Miss!"

"You girl, you are very poor-tongued. Mingyu must have learned some temper from you!" After Minghui said this, a hint of fake anger suddenly appeared on her face, which made Dujuan laugh and say "don't dare" again and again. .

Du Juan is only three years older than Minghui, but she is also an ingenious master. She was a girl trained by the family to take care of Minghui. She knows some medicine and is a bit smart.

Du Ruo, on the other hand, knows some martial arts and is calm and hardworking.

This combination of "one civil and one military" seems very good to Minghui.

"Miss, the porridge is here." Du Ruo came in with steaming millet porridge. She was one year older than Du Juan, and her voice was calmer, which made people feel reassured.

Minghui nodded, and Du Juan tested the poison with a silver needle before bringing the porridge on the tray to Minghui: "Miss, please drink the porridge."

This millet porridge was too bland and not very suitable to Minghui's taste, but Minghui drank it obediently. The only thing that made her feel uncomfortable was her stomach.

After eating a small bowl of millet porridge, Minghui felt a little more comfortable, and then began to look at these two girls who had followed him since childhood and were very loyal.

"How long have I been in coma? Has anyone come to see me during this time? Has anyone ever come into the house and seen E Niang and Amma? Oh, forget it, I won't ask." Minghui poured out all the doubts in her heart, and after asking, she felt like asking again These are of no use, so it is better to think about how to get more help for yourself before entering the Eighth Prince's Mansion.

Although Du Juan was puzzled by her young lady's change of expression, she was still very obedient. She ordered Du Ruo to put away the bowl and spoon, and started to massage Minghui by herself, stretching her muscles that were a little lazy after lying for a long time.

Minghui enjoyed this relatively familiar technique and had to sigh that the life of a young lady from this aristocratic family was comfortable. Except for the lack of freedom in marriage, she had people to take care of her, and she was so happy to open her mouth and stretch out her hands when food came. She really didn't want to When you get married, you change from someone who is being served to someone who is serving others.

"Miss, is this possible?" Du Juan's voice contained a touch of pride and a sense of praise.

"not bad."

As soon as Minghui finished speaking, a smile suddenly appeared on Du Juan's face.

Did the lady praise me?The lady praised me!Yeah yeah yeah!I am the first maid to be praised by the young lady.

It’s no wonder Du Juan is so excited. Minghui is usually very dignified. Apart from her arrogance, she is a model of a lady. It is completely impossible for her to relax herself with casual jokes and praise her maid. , that’s why this maid is so happy.

"Miss, you are now a confirmed Bafujin, but you are one level higher than those ordinary boudoir ladies. When other ladies see you, they have to call you Bafujin." Du Juan's tone was full of excitement. Be proud of it.

Minghui frowned slightly. Now that all the maids in the courtyard think so, they will definitely be blamed. She said that Guo Luoluo of Guo Luoluo Mansion and Minghui showed off like this even before she married the eighth brother. Show off your power.

How great is such a reputation?

"Dujuan, you are getting more and more clueless. Now I have just been given a marriage. If something happens, I may not be able to marry the eighth prince. Now you want me to continue the trend of the eighth prince." , what if I make a joke in the future? Even if it is successful, I will become the Eighth Fortune Jin, and people will still make excuses. Do you think this is good or bad for your young lady? "

Du Juan's confused eyes looked at Minghui with a hint of curiosity, and finally she nodded in understanding: "Miss, I know, let's just keep silent for now, and then we can show off our prestige after getting married. Ouch……"

These words made Minghui subconsciously slap Du Juan's forehead with a bullet.

"You girl, you are still my first-class maid, how come you are so unstable and show off your power at every turn? You and I are married to the Tian family, and the Tian family cannot afford a daughter-in-law who shows off her power, do you understand?"