Hou's daughter, she is cold and sassy

Chapter 20 Who Sends Brocade Books in the Clouds?

Yun Qingxiu shrugged: "Okay, then I'll go by myself." Yun Xiaoran looked at Yun Qingxiu's receding back, and a wave of tenderness welled up in his heart.I hope that Murong Hua can make up for Qingqing's missing 14 years of maternal love.

After lunch, Yun Qingxiu didn't stop at Hou's mansion, and went directly to Zhen Guogong's mansion. "It's almost...it's almost time, Licheng County..." she muttered to herself.

Jinghong asked: "Miss, what?" Yun Qingxiu shook her head.Although Jinghong didn't understand what she meant, he didn't ask further.

Not long after, the carriage stopped.

Compared with the extreme luxury of the Prince Regent's Mansion, the Zhen Guo Mansion is low-key and introverted, but the natural majesty and solemnity are no less.

The boy at the door was a little surprised when he saw Yun Qingxiu, and he paused for a moment before saying: "Miss Yun? Please hurry up! The Duke is waiting!"

She entered the house with a polite smile. "Qingqing! My precious granddaughter is here!" Murong Xiao, Lord of the Town, greeted her.

Yun Qingxiu nodded and smiled, "That's not true! I came as soon as I finished my meal. Why didn't you see your godmother?"

Murong Xiao pulled Shangyun Qingxiu Ruoyi's small hand and smiled kindly: "She is not in good health, she is still on the bed! Let's go and have a look, if we come to know that our daughter is coming, she will not rest."

Along the way, Murong Xiao's thoughts almost never stopped: "Qingqing, your mother has a hard life, she may not be very good at talking, if it makes you unhappy, can you be more considerate..."

Yun Qingxiu held Murong Xiao's hand a little tighter, and comforted him: "Grandpa, I can understand it, so don't worry."

"Hey, good, good boy!" Murong Xiao was a little moved in his heart.

The two soon walked to the door of Murong Hua's wing.There are many bamboos planted there, lush green and full of vitality, the shadows of bamboo leaves are whirling, and the light spots are unpredictable.

The plum grove on the right side of it has only some slightly desolate branches, but if you think about it in winter, it must be very beautiful.

Murong Xiao knocked on the door and called out: "Hua'er, Qingqing is here!"

After all, there was a little nervousness in his eyes.In fact, he wasn't sure whether Murong Hua would come out, after all, she hadn't spoken much since she woke up, and she only nodded slightly when he told her about it, he didn't know what her attitude was.

Therefore, he was a little apprehensive, afraid that his daughter, who was in a moody mood, would not cooperate.

After Murong Xiao shouted, there was no movement at first.After a while, the door was gently pushed open.Seeing the person who opened the door, Murong Xiao just let out a long sigh of relief.

Yun Qingxiu looked at the woman standing in front of him.A look of amazement flashed across his eyes.After living two lifetimes, she didn't understand until today what is meant by "time never defeats a beauty."

Murong Hua is dressed in a light purple dress, exuding a sense of nobility and grace. She is slender and slender like a green lotus, and her fingers protruding from the cuffs are slender and tender, like Jingxiu jade without any flaws.

The most beautiful thing is that pair of eyes with soft light, like the crystal clear in the cup.The cheeks revealed a morbid beauty, and the brows were dyed with the grace of spring.Although Murong Hua is now in his thirties, he is still as handsome as a girl.

A gleam of joy overflowed Murong Hua's clear eyes. For some reason, she always felt that the girl in front of her was very familiar, and said kindly: "Qingqing..."

That voice was so gentle that it made people sink, and a warmth spread from the bottom of my heart in an instant, spreading to all limbs and bones.

"Mother..." Yun Qingxiu's voice revealed a trace of sobbing, and tears rolled mischievously in his eyes uncontrollably.The emotions from the bottom of her heart were like a torrential river flooding her, and even she herself couldn't explain why it happened.

Murong Xiao was dumbfounded for a moment, didn't he happily recognize his godmother, but why did the atmosphere become so heavy?So he said: "Hua'er, take Qingqing to see the Duke's mansion, and I won't bother you mother and daughter."

After that, he left happily.It can be seen that Hua'er likes Qingqing very much, and it's still the kind of liking from the bottom of her heart.

Murong Hua took Yun Qingxiu's hand, and went into the room to rest.Yun Qingxiu discovered that Murong Hua liked calligraphy and painting very much, as he could tell by looking at the calligraphy scrolls in the room.The room is filled with the smell of books, which is endless aftertaste.

A large calligraphy and painting placed on the main hall, with a poem "Who in the cloud sends brocade books" is written.

Yun Qingxiu's eyes moved. "Mom, do you like this poem too?" She pointed to the poem and asked.

A trace of surprise flashed in Murong Hua's eyes: "Why 'also'?"

Yun Qingxiu explained: "Father likes it too." Otherwise, why is the elder brother's name Yun Jinshu? But she didn't know that Yun Xiaoran didn't name his son because he liked this line of the poem.

Murong Hua's expression was a little unnatural: "Well, that's such a coincidence... May I take you outside to play for a while?"

She nodded vigorously.32 years in her previous life and three years in this life, this is the first time in 35 years that she felt a mother's love.Please let her be greedy once, be self-willed once, and enjoy the pure maternal love like water.

"Qingqing, slow down, don't fall."

"Qingqing, don't touch that flower, it has thorns and it will pierce your hands."

"Qingqing, don't run away, mother can't keep up..."

The red color of the setting sun dyed the sky, and the blood-colored clouds in the sky were like flowers.The afterglow fell on Murong Hua and Yun Qingxiu, making the atmosphere particularly pleasant and beautiful.

Like a toddler, Yun Qingxiu took her mother's hand and pointed curiously, inserted flowers into her bun, and braided branches into bracelets.

And Murong Hua is like a woman who is a new mother, surrounding her daughter with meticulous love.

After walking for half a day in Nuo Da's Duke's Mansion, the two stopped. Yun Qingxiu gasped and smiled at Murong Hua's slightly messy hair.How about thinking that time is so still, staying in this moment forever.

Any hatred doesn't seem to be that important anymore.What she wants has always been very simple!

"Mother, do you often go to the Hou's mansion to look for me?" Before leaving, she begged.

Murong Hua's body trembled: "Qingqing, I..." She didn't like to go out, because there was a deep-rooted but unknown fear that kept eroding her.

Although Yun Qingxiu felt a little disappointed in her heart, she showed a smile that didn't mind at all: "It's okay, I can come to the Duke's Mansion often, after all, we are very close."

Murong Hua also smiled: "Qingqing, thank you for being considerate of mother... Mother will write to you often." She thought Qingqing would be angry and blamed her for not loving her enough.

"Mother, I love you." Yun Qingxiu hugged Muronghua, closed her eyes, feeling the obsessive warmth and tenderness.

Murong Hua said: "I love you too." Yun Qingxiu's nose felt sore again.Is this maternal love... She should thank God for giving her such a precious opportunity.

In this life, she will guard the Duke's Mansion and make up for what she owed them in the previous life.

Yun Qingxiu reluctantly left after dinner.

After he left, the guards at the gate whispered to each other. "Have you noticed that Miss Yun and Miss Yun look alike?"

"What Miss Yun! From now on, we should change our name to Little Miss!"

"Yes! Miss! Don't tell me, the eyebrows of Miss and Miss really look alike, it feels like a real mother and daughter!"

"This may be the so-called fate..."

(End of this chapter)