The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir

During dinner, I went to the old lady to sue, and Zeman picked up some good things and said that the old lady was also very good. He said: "If you have time, you can let your brother walk around and move around."

"You are a sensible person." The old lady patted her hand and smiled very happy: "Nie Guizhen has been worried that you can't think of it. Now, you are a good-natured and let me worry. Xuaner really likes it. That little belly chicken stuff."

This is quite a bit mad, and Jiman curiously asked: "What happened?"

What happened when they were not in the government?

The old lady's face sank and sighed: "In the afternoon, she came to my yard to serve tea. I didn't drink it. I didn't like to spend tea. She chose the osmanthus tea that I hated the most. She ran like this little thing. Going to Xuan Er and crying and grievances, thinking that Xuan Er will protect her. It’s really no eyesight. I have been raising Xuan children for so many years. Is it difficult to compare with a wild woman?”

Jiman probably guessed what was going on. The old lady must look at Wen Hao’s face again. The heart of the woman’s heart is made of glass. It must be broken and then cried with the male owner. The male master must be distressed. Finally it is gone.

One side is a wife, the other side is a mother, poor strange Yu Hou.

Jiman was very unhappy and gloating for a while, then looked seriously: "Mrs. is just entering the government, do not understand your preferences, why should the old lady be angry with her?"

"I can't understand her fox-like look." The old lady said with a deep face: "Ning's family is a big family, and the Emperor Ende, which room is not a thousand-choice, is born to this person..."

The rest of the old lady did not finish, and Zeman could guess. Just because Wen Hao is not the person chosen by the old lady, the old lady will not be pleasing to the eye. This is really the innocent woman. It’s just that this woman is obviously not smart enough, and she can’t stand a little wronged. How can she clean up this family?

"Sometimes she brought this month's accounts to me, it was a mess, not as good as a diverticulous room." The older lady said that the more she felt the fire: "What does Xuan Er told her to come back? Will be home, not filial to the mother, just to confuse people."

Jiman is also not good at interrupting, just listen to the old lady's complaints. However, after the end, the old lady looked at her and thought for a long while, saying: "It is better, I still said with Xuan Er, let you manage the account."

Jiman was shocked: "Ah? Why not give the owner?"

The previous accounts were all managed by Qi Siling, and it is said that they are also well managed.

"She is an outsider." The old lady looked at her with a meaningful look.

Ji Man understands, think about it too, Hou Fu's account is so large, the account is very easy to extract oil and water. Even if there are only the books in the backyard, there are a lot of hands and feet that can be done in the middle. Naturally, it is necessary to hold the hands of the old lady.

"But, will Hou Yun promise?" Jiman asked worriedly. Lost the power of the account, Wen Wei, where is the majesty of the lady in the room?

"He refused to allow it." The old lady said with a face: "The last time you gave your wife a jade, did you return it to him? It is enough to show you generosity. I will let him see Wen Wei this time." The mistakes and omissions, let him hand over the accounts to me, you can help me behind the scenes, he naturally can't say anything."

When it comes to this, Jiman has to agree. Although the account is very tired, but once the account of the backyard is managed, her acolyte is more fragrant than the main room, the money steward will send her carbon, and definitely send two baskets of good silver.

Wen Hao sat in the room and shed tears. Mo Yuhou stood and sighed: "This is what the mother's temper is, and you will be wronged."

"When will I be wronged?" Wen Yan looked up at him: "You are always toward your mother, even if she is not right, you will only call me to bear. When I did not enter the door, how good you are to me. I can't see that I was wronged. I am now asking me to stop grievances and grievances."

Ning Yuxuan had some headaches, but she was reluctant to get angry with Wen Yu. She could only persuade Wen: "The things in the house are not only between you and me. Why do you bother me?"

"I still make you embarrassed?" Wen Yan gasped up, red eyes and ran towards the bed, buried himself in the quilt and cried: "Then I will not make you embarrassed, you take me off!"

Mo Yuhou’s face also sank: “Wen, you talk and pay attention.”

"It was originally! Every time she went to the main hospital, she would have to embarrass me. I can't do it right. This is better than staying in Houfu!" Wen Hao cried so badly.

Ning Yuxuan moved forward and moved forward, trying to comfort her, but thought that this temper was his own habit, and now he took back the steps and said coldly: "If you love, then you will make trouble."

After all, turning around and leaving the Rose Garden.

Wen Hao cried even louder, but failed to keep Ning Yuxuan's steps. Originally, he still felt that she was crying and pitiful, and made him pity, but now she cried hysterically, only told him to be embarrassed and felt like she wanted to leave.

Walking under my feet, I walked to the non-night cabinet without knowing it. Timman is trimming the plum tree in the yard, the cuffs are tied up, and the hair is softly tied behind the back, without combing hair, and looks warm and soft.

The most hated thing I saw before was Nie Sangqi, and now I am stunned. Ning Yixuan couldn't help but resent himself in his heart. He would think that the non-night party is a place that can make him feel at ease?

Jiman did not see Mo Yuhou at the door, but the beggar next to him saw it. It was just that Xiaotou had been with Jiman for so long, and he became smarter. Now he quietly left.

"Hey, what about the son?" Jiman had a muddy hand and looked at the pruned plum tree. He was in a good mood.

Someone stood by her, took the handkerchief out without a word, grabbed her hand and wiped it clean.

Jiman didn't feel right. He saw Ning Yuxuan's gentle voice as soon as he turned back.

The hand is shrunk back.

Ning Yuxuan was not annoyed, just looked at her with her eyes: "How come you have such a good time today?"

Ji Mang smiled and said: "Winter is here, the courtyard is very depressed, so I still cut the plum, and I look at it in the house."

Ning Yixuan glanced at the plum tree in front of him, and there was quite a bit of disgust in his eyes: "This ghost looks like you will be comfortable?"

It’s too ugly to cut.

Jiman smiles while grinding his teeth, how to cut? Can you cut it out? She has cut the ugly branches!

"Get it." He reached out and the slender fingers were a hand-controlled benefit. Jiman swallowed and cut some mud flowers to him.

Ning Yuxuan took over and saw Mei Shu’s eyes. He stretched out the excess branches, leaving the main plum blossoms and the good-looking deputy branches. Compared to the lush, the plum blossoms finally got a little bit. The taste of winter plum depression.

Jiman thinks that Hou’s appreciation level is a bit strange, but she did not dare to say it, she should only say: “Oh, it’s much better.”

Ning Yuxuan left the flower cut aside, took the handkerchief in her hand and wiped her hand, then silenced for a while: "I am still sleeping here tonight."

At first glance, there is something to worry about. Jiman is used to it. When someone encounters troubles or quarrels with Wen Hao, they will definitely come to her.

"it is good."

Wen Hao cried in the room for an afternoon. When Qi Siling passed, her eyes were swollen.

"Why is this for you?" Qi Siling sighed: "Hou’s heart still has you, how can you rush to force him?"

"Si Ling, what should I do?" Wen Yan grievance: "I feel that he has not loved me as much as before."

Qi Si Ling paused, and then said: "You think more, how much Hou Ye is protecting you, you know. Just the old lady, she always remembers to let Nie Sangzhen return to the position of the room, so what do you do? She will not see it."

Wen Yan Lip: "I will return the room to her in the big deal. I just want to be a Xuan Xuan."

"What do you say." Qi Siling shook his head. "If you return this position to Nie Sangyu one day, then there will be no one in the whole house."

Wen Yan’s tears are coming down again: "What do you want me to do?"

"This is actually a very good deal." Qi Siling said: "The old lady is because of Nie Sangzhen, I am going to make trouble to you. Who doesn't want to have a house in Changning? I want to take Nie Sangqi away, the old lady didn't think about it, naturally it wouldn't It’s hard for you."

Wen Yan’s eyes widened and he thought for a long time, and he even thought that Qi Siling’s words made sense.

However, with the old lady guarding, how can she get rid of Nie Sang?

"If the lady believes in me, just follow me. Nie Sang is not a seamless egg. If you catch a little mistake, you can call her dead and dead." Qi Siling said slightly excited, causing some confusion. Look at her.

"How do you make such a big prejudice against her?"

Qi Siling licked his lips and smiled: "If someone wants to scratch your face, you will naturally be very obsessed with her."

Thinking of the previous story about Nie Sangyu that Mo Yuhou had told her, Wen Hao nodded and planned to believe Qi Siling.

"Today you will change the fairy tale of Andersen." Jiman was lying on the bed, couldn't help but slap the back of Ning Yuxuan like a child: "In the depths of the sea, there is a little mermaid..."

Ning Yuxuan listened quietly, a pair of peach eyes slightly squinting, looking at the pink neck of the person in front of him, the heart was actually somewhat impulsive.

"The mermaid fell in love with the prince and decided to use the voice to exchange a pair of legs with the witch..." Jiman did not notice. Anyway, many times, Mo Yuhou was not interested in her, and now she has relaxed a lot.

"The prince fell in love with the princess and wanted to marry the princess. The little mermaid can't talk, only crying secretly..."

"...in the end, the little mermaid turned into a bubble and disappeared into the sea." Jiman sighed and finished the last word. He just wanted to ask him what he thought, but suddenly felt hot on his neck.

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