When Liu Zhixia turned her head, she saw a maid rushing towards him and handing him a small note.
"Master Liu, the maidservant is a maid from the Yuan House. My lady wants to consult Master Liu in a hurry. When I invite Master Liu to see her, the address is on the note. I hope Master will be there on time."
Liu Zhixia frowned and opened the note. On it were two lines of charming lower letters, with the address, and the last four characters-see or leave.
Fold the note and return it to the maid, "Go back and report to your lady. There is a difference between men and women. This kind of private talk will hurt Ms. Yuan’s reputation. If Ms. Yuan has something urgent to discuss, you can submit a post to the Liu Mansion. Liu is waiting."
After that, I got on the carriage and left.
The maid stood there stomping anxiously.
Miss Liu invited her so alone, really can't see Miss Liu's intentions
So incomprehensible style!
Now she didn't know how to explain to the young lady when she looked back.
In a private tea room somewhere in the city, Yuan Yunqiao didn't say a word after getting a report from the maid.
After drinking the tea on the coffee table, leave quietly.
She actually expected that he would not come, otherwise, he would not be Liu Zhixia.
It's just that she doesn't give up, she still wants to give it a try.
November is rainy in the capital, and the next game will be played every three to five.
The weather has become very cold, and the rainy days are humid, most people stay at home and don't want to go out.
The stove has been raised in the Flower Hall of the Liu Mansion, the flower hall is not big, and the heating from the stove warms the whole flower hall.
Edamame put on a jacket with gray fox fur, and a small table lying on the couch, holding a brush with a pattern of red.
The little face was flushed with the indoor heating, and she looked very cute.
Sitting on the other side of the low table, Fu Yuzheng adorned the man's navy blue robe with silver patterns, so as to dilute the heavy and dull navy blue.
This kind of work can actually be done by the embroiderer, but Fu Yuzheng doesn't like fake hands, especially men's robes, and doesn't want to be touched by others.
"Mother, my dad said that doing embroidery hurts your eyes, so if you don't let you do it, why don't you help the embroiderer?" The little baby was tired from scribbling red, so she held her head to see her embroidering flowers.
"Because, my mother is stingy." Fu Yuzheng smiled at the corner of his mouth, taking every stitch in his hand very seriously.
"Why is my mother stingy?" The baby was even more puzzled.
It's just a robe, even if the embroiderer doesn't embroider well, and the robe is broken, just change it.
Dad is rich.
Daddy gave his mother a pair of earrings, and they could buy two robes.
"When you grow up, you will understand." The woman said so.
"Mother, can't you tell me now? Dad said, if the little baby doesn't understand, just ask, knowing shame is almost brave."
The person is big and the devil is big, making the woman chuckle, and glanced sideways at the little baby, "If it were you, would you put your most important things in the hands of others?"
"I won't."
"Neither will my mother."
"But Daddy is not a thing."
She couldn't help but laughed, the woman didn't try to fix the baby's speech disorder, her white fingertips stroked the man's shirt, her eyes overflowing with tenderness.
"Your father, it's mother's life."
Edamame only felt that his head was hit by something, a bit dull pain, and a bit numb.
He didn't know what it was like, but when his mother said this sentence, she looked so serious and so pious, and it has been imprinted in his mind ever since.
It wasn't until he grew up that he gradually understood that the feeling his mother gave him that day was shocking.
"Madam, Miss Yuan will come to see you." The housekeeper told me from outside the flower hall.
Fu Yuzheng raised his head and looked outside the hall. It was raining outside, wet and cold.
In this kind of weather, many aristocratic daughters nestled in the warm pavilion. Miss Yuan was special.
"Invite her in."
Fold the robes in his hand, arrange the needles and threads, and the butler just led the people in.
The white fox fur cloak and the water-blue long coat make the girl's complexion more fair. Jiaohao's face was slightly put on powder, and she looked very good.
Green onions and tender, girly breath coming to your face.
"Miss Yuan, why are you still going out in such a cold day?" Fu Yuzheng greeted the girl to sit down and ordered tea.
The attitude is neither warm nor cold.
Yuan Mansion went to the banquet that day, and she didn't feel good. If she hadn't come here later, she might be unhappy that day.
She takes care of the overall situation, but it does not mean that she is weak and deceived. If people step on the face, she is bound to fight back.
"I was so bored at home, I wanted to go out and walk around. I don't feel cold anymore when I wear more." Yuan Yunqiao sat down, his eyes fell on the robe beside Fu Yuzheng, his eyes moved, and he turned to look towards Edamame, "Edamame is practicing calligraphy? It looks better than last time, and the progress is really fast."
"I'm Daddy's son, so naturally I want to be as smart as Daddy." Mao Dou grabbed the brush again and began to draw red seriously, answering questions with a serious look, a bit of the charm of Daddy's hospitality.
"Yes, your father is extremely smart." Yuan Yun Qiao smiled.
"The little baby opened her mouth and came, making Miss Yuan laugh."
"How come, Edamame is gifted and intelligent, I have never seen such a clever and clever little baby in any home."
After that, Yuan Yunqiao looked at the copybooks placed on the small table, and was slightly surprised after a while, "These words are very similar to those of Mrs. Liu."
Fu Yuzheng smiled, "It is indeed my husband's handwriting. Maodou said that his father's handwriting is better than those sold outside, so his father personally wrote these copybooks and asked him to follow along when he practiced his calligraphy."
Edamame shook his head triumphantly, "I was ignored by my father, but my mother did what he said. I beg my mother to do things that I can't do. My father listens to what my mother said the most."
"Really?" Yuan Yun Qiao rubbed Edamame's head, "Your father and mother are very close to each other."
"Yes. Dad said that men have to pet women. Our mother kisses a woman, and I am a little man, so he has to pet his mother first, and then it's my turn."
"You are a little man, how can you chew your tongue like a woman?" Fu Yuzheng feigned anger, his ears were a little red.
"This is not chewing the tongue, Dad said, since it is a fact, you are not afraid to talk to people. Those who chew the tongue are all villains who are jealous of others." Mao Dou retorted, completely being his dad's little fan.
"Unexpectedly, Mrs. Liu looked serious on weekdays, and he had such a deep relationship with Mrs. Liu in private, and he knew how to hurt people. It's really enviable." The gaze passed over Fu Yuzheng's eyebrows, the unbearable happiness, Yuan Yun was soft and light. The voice was a little inexplicable.
Fu Yuzheng glanced at her and said with a smile, "Ms. Yuan will definitely meet her beloved in the future, and she will be happy."
"There are not many beloved people like Mrs. Liu." When these words came out, the warmth flowing in the flower hall seemed to be slightly stagnant, and the rain outside the door was blowing in with the wind, bringing faint chills.