Mrs. Zhan just smiled faintly when she heard this. It’s not that she hadn’t experienced Mother Zhao’s worries. It’s just that sometimes it’s not as good as seeing. She believed in her own vision, and after a moment of contemplation, Fang said: " Be careful, do you think I can’t see it? It doesn’t matter whether she is pretending to be true or not, it’s just that the fragility and loneliness she showed just now can’t escape my eyes.
Seeing Madam Zhan’s words, Grandma Zhao seemed to recall that Jiang Yuluo’s expression before, thought about it, and then said: "What Madam said is that she thought she had lost her biological mother at a young age, in this wolf-like inner courtyard. It’s not easy to struggle in the middle, just the words outside, the lady has to guard against this person..."
"Are you afraid that she will hide evil intentions, or are you afraid that she will disturb our family Zhanyan's mind?" Madam Zhan knows that what Madam Zhao is talking about is the rumored Yuluo, which is very different from what she sees now, at least depending on her behavior. Not as unbearable as the rumors outside.
Madam Zhao is Mrs. Zhan's confidant, so she was naturally obsessed with Zhanyan, so she said: "The old slave is afraid that she will ruin the lady."
Mrs. Zhan waved her hand and asked Mother Zhao to stop her massage, and then said: "You are too worried. When it comes to taking damage, it is not unpredictable. Besides, I just met just now, so I can be so fast and show my face. My subordinates have been teaching for so many years, are you still afraid that the little girl will be disturbed for a few days? But, speaking of show-face, I let them be together for this, show-face is too pure and pure, I am afraid it is difficult to be in this inner house. Contend, if that girl is really smart, since she is in a difficult situation, she should know to be grateful, if she is really smart, she should know my intentions, I do all this for my Yan'er."
"Madam naturally makes plans for the young lady everywhere, she is pure in nature, and naturally she can understand her hard work."
"I have a pure nature. I know my daughter best. She is simple and easy to trust her. It would be nice if she could find a handkerchief to remind her." Madam Zhan tried her best to show her beauty.
"Yes, Madam is well thought out." Madam Zhao didn't know Madam Zhan's plan. Zhanyan has been protected by Madam Zhan since she was born. She has never been involved in the chaos of the inner house, but this world is not something you don't want to want. , But what you can and can’t do. This kind of chaos will not be less, and it will not be open to you because of your innocence.
Mrs. Zhan refused to let her know in person, for fear that the dirty things would stain her eyes, but these things were destined to be no less, and Mrs. Zhan had to let her learn. At this moment, the task of telling Zhanyan would naturally be Falling on others.
This other person may be Yu Lao or someone else, but after all, you have to learn how to show your face.
Mrs. Zhan is full of plans for her daughter. On the other side, she doesn’t know Mrs. Zhan’s plans. Originally, she and Zhanyan only met in a peaceful water, and there was not much overlap, but Zhanyan’s personality was cheerful, simple and kind, and those The ladies who are good at sophistry and intrigue are all different. The more you associate with Zhanyan, the more you feel that Zhanyan is pure and lovely, but she really has the intention to date.
Zhanyan is a child who loves to laugh and make noises, and she is not like a boudoir lady who wants to talk about her. Although Yu Lao is 13 years old at this time, she is actually a person who has experienced wind and frost. Looking at Zhanyan like this , I also knew why Mrs. Zhan was so relieved that the two of them had a private relationship.
Seeing Zhanyan playing with the decorative box on the table, she was picking a suitable flower tin for herself, and said: "Sister, I see that your powder is a little off, do you want to make it up?"
Originally, Zhanyan came back from playing crazy outside, but I was a little sweaty just now. Naturally, my makeup has fallen off at this moment. After listening to Yu Lao’s reminder, I smiled embarrassedly and made people wear makeup. Box touch up makeup.
Turning his head and glanced at Yu Lao, she asked curiously: "Sister Yu Lao, why don't you have any traces of makeup? Wouldn't your makeup be good?"
Chun Qiao followed and waited for a while. He had already figured out Zhanyan's temperament, knowing that she had a surprisingly unstoppable personality, but when she asked her straightforwardly, she couldn't help but smile with her lips. He replied: "Miss Zhan, our lady doesn't have makeup, how can we spend it?"
After hearing this, Zhan Yan couldn't believe it, and still muttered: "Why? So white, so nothing would be wiped?" As he said, he jumped over and touched Mo Yuluo's face. Touch, it really is.
He clapped his hands and said, "Sure enough, sister, what can you do with your soft skin? Look at me, it's black and yellow."
If Yu Lao didn't know Zhan Yan's temperament, she would be frightened by her groping, but with what happened just now, she would be no stranger to it, and she smiled with Chun Qiao.
While Zhanyan saw that they only laughed and did not speak, they eagerly said, "Sister, there is a good one, you can't hide yourself!"
While talking, he shook Yu Lao’s arm, like a doll who acted like a sweet-smelling doll. Yu Lao was swayed and couldn’t help but said: "Okay, I will tell you all the ways I can, so I don’t want to hide my selfishness at all. Right."
When Mrs. Zhan inspected the house, she only heard the laughter and laughter of the house. She naturally knew that the two talked very happily. Thinking of her daughter's loneliness all day long, she was also very pleased to have such a close friend now.
The bright moonlight decorates the spring night sky and the earth. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast, and mysterious. The dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, flicker and flicker, beating with tiny dots of light. The fields, villages, and trees are covered with silver tulle in their quiet sleep.
In the quiet Buddhist hall with only a little incense, Yu Lao unloaded the hairpin, wearing only a plain white dress, kneeling on the futon alone, chanting the death mantra with his head down.
I couldn’t help but think of Li Jiao, Rong'er, and Gao Zhiyuan, whom she remembered deeply. Even though I knew that all the past lives were past, I couldn’t restrain the unfinished long-cherished wishes in my heart...
Walking on the bright moonlight and looking for the night scene, Zhou Jinran was stunned by the scene in front of him. He never thought that the night was so deep that there would be people, and he was still a young girl.
If you don’t know who she is, you can see her sad expression closely, and the figure of her squatting on the ground by the candlelight, which she is squatting because of crying, looks like a young girl, more like a sad girl, more like a sad girl Old woman.
The scene of the meeting was so embarrassing that Yu Lao, who knelt on the ground and sobbed, had obviously forgotten to cry, but stared blankly at the man in front of him. And Zhou Jinran only felt that the teardrops in Yu Lao's eyes were like stars, illuminating the night. (End of this chapter)