Although Mo Lingxuan is a mercenary, she is also a woman who loves life. Although she has no girlish feelings, she doesn't like simplicity.
Mo Lingxuan walked upstairs. There were four rooms upstairs. To the right of the stairs was the bedroom and a study. On the left were Yuan'er's room and an empty room.
She went back to her room and was speechless. Looking at the living room furnishings, she thought Mo Lingxuan was an old-fashioned person, but now it seems that she also has girlish feelings, but then again, she is also a girl now.
The furnishings in the room are unique. The bedroom is covered with off-white tablecloths, and there is a milky white tea set on the table. Mo Lingxuan walks past and pauses to see that the table has not entered. She just glanced through the blocking screen, pink. The colored silk curtains wrapped the carved wooden bed, and the quilt was folded neatly without moving at all. She glanced coldly at the closed window without speaking.
The room was so quiet that only the sound of breathing could be heard. Yuan'er, who was behind her, looked at her back with a guilty conscience.
After a long time, Mo Lingxuan suddenly turned around and startled her: "What's the matter?" She looked at the frightened Yuan'er with a grinning expression.
"No... nothing... Miss water is ready!" Yuan'er said a little scared.
Mo Lingxuan didn't expose her, she nodded and said, "I'll wash in a while, you go and call the housekeeper now!"
"Yes!"
Yuan'er didn't dare to stop and left quickly, Mo Lingxuan squinted coldly at her frightened appearance, and then walked downstairs to the courtyard.
She looked up at the wisteria vines in the yard. In her memory, the two trees seemed to be full of flowers all year round, and their leaves were evergreen. Mo Lingxuan looked around the two trees, and she found that not only the trees It is extremely lush, and even the flowers and plants in the garden are extraordinarily lush.
"Miss Three!"
Just as Mo Lingxuan was observing Wisteria, a respectful voice came from behind her. She turned around and saw the housekeeper bowing her head to salute her.
Mo Lingxuan said indifferently: "Uncle Mo doesn't need to be more polite, I'm just a waste, and the grandfather in the manor takes pity on me."
"How can the third lady say such dejected words, and you have no vitality in time, you are still the third sister of the Mofu, how can you make the servants break the rules because of the proper etiquette, not to mention that the master is not thin to the servants, I don't know the three What is your order for the lady to call the old slave?" He said respectfully, neither humble nor arrogant.
Mo Lingxuan looked at him and concluded that he was neither a snobby nor a bullying slave.
"Can you replace everything for me?" Mo Lingxuan asked indifferently. Although the world was asking, her tone was truly unbearable.
Uncle Mo said respectfully: "As long as the third sister instructs the old slave to send someone to arrange it immediately, I don't know what decoration the young lady likes."
Mo Lingxuan thought for a while and said, "Wait for me."
Then he turned around and left for the study on the second floor. After a while, he gave him a few manuscript papers. Mo Bo glanced at him, then looked at Mo Lingxuan, then saluted and turned away.
After Mo Lingxuan asked Yuan'er to prepare the water and clothes, she took a bath and told her not to disturb her.
In the room, the mist rises and steams, and a small body is soaked in a wooden barrel sprinkled with petals. Although it has reached the age of development, there is no trace of this small body.
Moreover, she had never been abused in her memory. Mo Lingxuan closed her eyes and thought, feeling a little sleepy without realizing it, and a gentle and even breathing sound soon came from the empty room.
Suddenly a figure flickered behind the screen, slowly thinking about the approach of the barrel.