The Cultivation of Concubine

Chapter 12 Buns (2)
Fortunate to meet such a great person, Ajiao also looked forward to it.

Ajiao followed Shizi out of the Yasukuni mansion.The carriage was also well-behaved, without saying a word.

She glanced sideways.Today's Shizi is wearing a crescent white brocade robe, which looks more noble and unparalleled, with a pair of peach blossom eyes that are dark in color, and looks quite handsome.After all, she is a little girl who is about to grow up. It's not that A-Jiao has never dreamed of her husband, but it's just that a person like Shi Ziye never dares to have extravagant hopes.

Although her parents sold her into the Yasukuni Mansion three years ago, it was to save her younger brother's life after all.Father and mother gave birth to their three siblings. She is the eldest sister, so naturally she can't just watch her five-year-old brother suffering from illness.And my sister is still young, so I can only sell her.To be honest, she also had resentment in her heart, but her family was poor and there was nothing she could do.Fortunately, she is living a good life in the Yasukuni Mansion at the moment, which can be considered good luck.It's just... She hasn't seen her parents, siblings, and the like for a long time.

Ajiao missed him very much.

If she leaves the mansion, besides family reunion, she also wants to marry a good family.Husband's appearance doesn't have to be too good, as for family background, she also knows how much she weighs, as long as she has a good character, honest and honest, and willing to endure hardships, she thinks that's enough.

Thinking of her younger brother at home, Ajiao couldn't help bending her lips.I haven't seen her in three years, so she must have grown a lot taller.I don't know if I still recognize my sister.

Xiao Heng turned his head to the side, looked at the little girl's slightly curved lips, and her eyebrows and eyes were slightly stretched.

Half an hour later, the carriage stopped outside Mingyuan Villa.Ajiao followed behind Shi Ziye, carefully lifted the hem of her skirt and got out of the carriage.She looked up at the Zhuangzi surrounded by the whitewashed walls in front of her. It was quite majestic, and there were four large characters on the plaque - Mingyuan Villa.

This is a gift from the late emperor himself.

The coachman was waiting outside, and Ajiao went in with the son.There were children in Tsing Yi waiting outside, as if they knew they were coming.Mingyuan Villa is huge, once you enter, you can see all kinds of unknown and precious trees, and then go inside, you will find the chashou veranda, and then walk along the path paved with bluestones to the octagonal pavilion.A middle-aged man in green robes was sitting in the gazebo.The man was born handsome and handsome, with a refined temperament.

This is the number one painter in Daqi - Mr. Han Mingyuan Han.

Ajiao was in awe, and hurriedly blessed her body.

Han Mingyuan called Xiao Heng to sit down, then glanced casually at the little girl beside Xiao Heng, then looked away, and poured tea for Xiao Heng without haste.The relationship between the two seems to be more like a friend than a mentor.

Xiao Heng turned his head to the side and said to A Jiao: "I have something to talk to Mr. Han."

Ajiao understood, hurriedly saluted and retreated.

Han Mingyuan looked at Xiao Heng's sullen face in front of him, and saw the little girl's figure gradually drifting away, so he jokingly said: "It's so fierce, but it's going to scare the little girl... the little girl these days, but They all like to be gentle." As he spoke, he seemed to sigh, "Not all of them, occasionally they need to be strong." The tone was full of people who came here.

Xiao Heng's face remained unchanged, and he said: "Sir, you talk a lot today."

Knowing Xiao Heng's temperament, Han Mingyuan is simply a bored gourd, with a smile on his face, he said: "You are in a good mood today." After speaking, he picked up the Ru Kiln teacup and took a sip of the clear tea, and said to Xiao Heng, "You mentioned it to me. Is that the girl from the past?'

Xiao Heng paused his hand holding on to the teacup, and nodded.

(End of this chapter)