Again, Chongzhen was not good at promiscuous women.

The good thing about Chongzhen is Cao Mengde's habit.

Li Xiangjun was an accident.

…

On the other side, Liu Rushi returned home with a lonely face.

Liu Rushi originally thought that the jewelry she had saved would be worth four to five hundred thousand taels of silver, so that she would be able to collect eight hundred thousand, and then she would be able to get it together with the sisters from the old courtyard.

But I never thought that the price of jewelry in Nanjing has plummeted recently.

The pearl-green head noodle originally worth 50,000 taels is now worth only 5,000 taels.

In the end, all the treasures were emptied out and only sold for a mere 100,000 taels. Including the personal money accumulated over the years, the total was only 400,000 taels. The money has been returned to the bank account of the Ministry of Accounts.

But there is still 600,000 taels of silver owed.

It seems that I can only go back to the old hospital and resume my humble career.

Liu Rushi thought sadly, not knowing when he would be able to repay it.

But before returning to the old hospital, he had to ask Qian Qianyi to divorce her. Otherwise, how could he have any dignity as a court minister?

Just when Liu Rushi was thinking about how to talk to Qian Qianyi about this, the little maid came in and reported that Li Zhenli, the nanny of Meixianglou, had come to visit.

"Mother Li?" Liu Rushi was a little surprised when she saw Li Zhenli.

Li Zhenli sighed softly and said sadly: "It's true that flowers never last forever, and people never last forever. I hope our Xiang girl will never return to Meixiang Tower."

"Mother Li, what are you talking about?" Liu Rushi suddenly felt inexplicably flustered.

"Sister, don't blame grandma." Li Zhenli sighed, "It's better for you to arrive at Meixiang House, because grandma won't force you to do something you don't want to do. If you want to sell yourself, then sell yourself. If you don't want to, then just sell yourself.

Mammy respects your wishes when it comes to singing and selling, but if you fall into the hands of another madam, you can't help it."

Liu Rushi's pretty face suddenly turned pale.

"Mama Li, my master sold me to Meixiang House?"

"Well, together with this house, the total price is two hundred thousand taels."

After saying that, she got up and Li Zhenli looked around the yard and said, "It's just like you, sister. If it were someone else, if you add another person to such an old house, my mother would only have to pay 150,000 taels of silver at most."

However, Liu Rushi only felt her eyes go dark for a while, and she didn't even hear clearly what Li Zhenli was saying.

Liu Rushi's love life was quite bumpy. When she was fourteen years old, she was taken in by Zhou Daodeng as a concubine. Not long after Zhou Daodeng died of illness, she was expelled from the house by the Zhou family, but she didn't feel very sad.

But Songjiang talented man Chen Zilong really hurt her.

Because of her sadness, Liu Rushi married Qian Qianyi, who was over fifty years old.

Although she didn't love Qian Qianyi in her heart, because Qian Qianyi loved her very much, Liu Rushi also planned to wash her hands and make soup from now on and devote herself to Qian's wife.

But he never expected that Qian Qianyi would actually sell her.

It turns out that all the sweet words Qian Qianyi said were false. In Qian Qianyi's eyes, she, Liu Rushi, was still just a concubine who could be given away or traded at will.

Just when he was feeling sad, a figure walked in.

"Master Xia?" Li Zhenli said in surprise, "Oh yes, now it's time to call me Master Xia."

"You can call me whatever you want, mama." Xia Yunyi was also a frequent visitor to the old hospital and was very familiar with Li Zhenli.

After saying hello, Xia Yunyi took out another poem and handed it to Liu Rushi: "Liu Rushi, look at this poem."

"It turns out to be Mr. Xia." Liu Rushi finally came back to his senses, bowed to Xia Yunyi, and then reached out to take the manuscript.

"Looking at the south of the Yangtze River in two tones. Feeling old."

"Thinking about the past, the flowers and the moon are dim."

"The jade swallow wind slants on the clouds on the temples, the golden incense embroidered screen is half drunk, leaning against the light red."

"Why hate? The news is more long-term."

"The weak willows are sleeping in spring dreams for three days. In the corner of the distant mountains, the eyebrows are sad, and there is no way to ask the east flow."
Chapter completed!