Mrs. Qingdie was also very happy and insisted on accompanying Xiaolou to move things. They used the wooden wheelbarrow in the warehouse to push back and forth many times before finally moving all her things. Among them, the master gave Mrs. Qingdie a lot of rewards she had given to her before. She could use them herself, and she didn't need them for the time being. She gave them all the good ones to Xiaolou.

She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Although she was a little tired, she couldn't help but feel joy in her heart: "Oh my God, Xiaolou, the master is really open and generous to you. This yard is so bold. Oh my, Xiaolou, you are so lucky. I just said you are a lucky person. Look, now it is completely different from before. Seeing you become the master, I am really happy from the bottom of my heart. Don't worry, I will make a few more good clothes for you and buy more expensive jewelry, which is no worse than that young lady Shenwanxin! Don't worry, I have money!"

Xiaolou smiled pursed his lips. It was obvious that she was the master, and this Mrs. Qingdie seemed to be happier than herself. However, she also knew that the future glory and food and drink were all the gains of the child in the wife's womb. She would never forget it, let alone forget that since she had obtained this status, she should make good use of it so that those who persecuted her wife would receive corresponding punishment.

Looking at Madam Qingdie's excitement, she kept commanding her servants to arrange the decorations in the courtyard and the house under the sun. Xiaolou felt a fever in his mind, and saluted at her, and shouted: "Mom..." This name is strange to her, as if she had never called it out in her life. Maybe she had called it, but her memory was really limited. Everything she had before was always allowed to taste this warmth.

Qingdie's busy figure suddenly stopped abruptly. She stood there in a daze, thinking that there seemed to be tinnitus in her ears, as if she heard someone calling her mother, but the sound was too small, so she continued to command the servants and kept stopping. But the sound of another mother behind her made her finally stop and turn around. She saw Xiaolou's call, and there were only a few people in this world who could care about and care about herself. In Deyuelou, she was taken care of by her sister, and in Shen's house, Chen Qiuhe and Xiaolou were taken care of by her. She thought that the hard-earned children in her belly would become her support, but unfortunately, she was not able to meet her mother in person, so she had passed away. Now, I am afraid that only Xiaolou can accompany her.

She looked at Xiaolou, the very obedient, well-behaved daughter, who looked strong and resolute, was standing opposite and calling her mother earnestly. She didn't know when she was so sentimental, just a title, but her eyes instantly became hot, and she quickly replied: "Hey, hey, mother is here!" She walked over and hugged Xiaolou tightly. Perhaps all the words were too late to be more enthusiastic in this hug. She integrated all her emotions and touches. In this hug, she wanted Xiaolou to understand that she would wholeheartedly help her and pave the way for her, even if she paid any price, although Xiaolou could not truly feel her emotions that were not bad now, but Xiaolou was also very enthusiastic in her heart? Whoever treats her good to her will naturally have a scale in her heart. Every note that Qingdian treats herself will be remembered, but over time, she will not remember every note clearly.

So she probably won’t spend any more time on these things in the future. Maybe there is no loan or repayment in her world, and every debt is clear and clear. Maybe this kind of relationship is selfless and selfish, enjoying it while giving family affection! "Okay? Since your child accidentally died, let me be your child... I will always take care of you and protect you. Don’t be afraid. Tell me to me when encountering something, and I will definitely try my best to solve it for you. Of course, you only need to be responsible for a happy life every day. In the Shen Mansion, this is my greatest reward." Xiaolou used a handkerchief to wipe the tears from the corners of Mrs. Qingdie's eyes, very careful and meticulous.

"Yes, you don't know, Xiaolou, I think as long as you are by your side, there is nothing we can't solve. Look at the few months we have entered the mansion, what kind of grievances and injustices we have never experienced? But you are like divine power, you can always get rid of danger and fight back against them without any trace. Why are you so powerful?" Qingdie was really confused by the monk Qingdie. How could this little building know that there was a puppet in Shen Wanxin's jewelry box? Is this young lady really going to bribe Xiaolou? It's okay if she didn't think about it. When she thought about it, everything that happened before was always incredible. She always felt that Xiaolou seemed to have the ability to predict the future. In fact, she could not preview the future like a god. At best, she could only say that she was preparing for the future.

In fact, when she buried Die Wu's body behind Mrs. Xie Lan's yard, she always secretly observed several other yards. One night, she came to Shen Wanxin's roof. Because the house of her close maid was always connected to the master's house, it was an independent room. So Xihe secretly took out the red mandarin duck playboat in her arms under the moonlight and watched it carefully, and then put it in her arms. She seemed to like this thing very much. The scene of gambling and thinking about people was just for Xiaolou to see it. So when Xihe framed herself for hiding obscene jade, she shook the matter out and became a powerful evidence to get them. She was just thinking about leaving some evidence in the eldest lady, so why not leave a little memory in the eldest lady Shen Wanxin's house.

So in a few days, after understanding their schedules and the structure of the room, she pulled a piece of white material for making silk clothes and made a puppet. She took advantage of the dark moon and high winds one day to sneak into her room. She finally found a hidden place. However, the cabinet was empty, and the jewelry box was empty, and there was a lot of dust on it. She expected that Shen Wanxin would not open the cabinet door often, so she placed the puppet she had made in the jewelry box. In fact, witchcraft and birthday fortune telling were all made out of nothing. They really thought that if they did this action, they could change the fate of others. It was ridiculous, so she did not shy away from writing the eighth birthday of Mrs. Qingdie on it accurately.

I thought I had kept a hand in case of extraordinary times, but I didn't expect that this extraordinary time would come so soon. So she had to show it out in advance, but this strategy could only be done once or twice, and it would be impossible. Now someone can place things in any part of their room without knowing it. How can they not be vigilant? So this method is, Xiaolou doesn't plan to use it again in the future. Of course, she will learn from it if necessary. "Madam, no, it's mother. Don't make me so amazing, just by mistake. By the way, this yard should also have its own name. Look at what name should I choose? After thinking about it, we will hang it on the door plaque." Xiaolou said with his head up.

"This, this mom is really not good at it. You should make the decision. What kind of name do you want to give?" Qingdie also looked up. If she wanted to think about it, she would come up with a good idea. However, this is Xiaolou's house, so it's better to make her own decisions more comfortable. Xiaolou lowered her eyes and thought about it. Suddenly, a beautiful poem about Xiaolou's east wind came in his mind. It would be better to call it Dongfeng Pavilion. It seems that this sentence has no meaning and no aesthetic situation, but it feels very comfortable. Moreover, she also likes everything to be ready, only the artistic conception of the east wind. When the east wind comes, everything will be fine.

"Okay, OK, Dongfeng Pavilion, I think this name is really good, and it sounds very generous, which suits your mood. OK!" Mrs. Qingdie gave thumbs up repeatedly, but fortunately she didn't say it. Xiaolou's word is thousands of times better than her. She seemed to think that Xiaolou's spirit was not on the same level as herself at this time. She always felt that Xiaolou was a little mysterious and had unknown pasts, and these pasts were destined to make her a unique person, and her uniqueness was beyond the reach of others. Her demeanor seemed to be one class higher than Shen Wanxin. For some reason, she had this feeling. Xiaolou might not be a person from the opera troupe.

But after spending so long with Xiaolou, she didn't mention her life experience. Sometimes she only asked her a few words, so Mrs. Qingdie didn't want to force her. Since she didn't want to say that she wouldn't ask: "When we finish the work these two days, let's go and see the plaque. I'll make new clothes, jewelry, etc. For you. Yes, they have already arranged it for you. Let's go into the house and see what is missing in the house..." Mrs. Qingdie quickly took Xiaolou's hand and went into the house to see what their new room looked like.

In fact, Xiaolou had no requirements for her residence. In order to complete the task, she had been staying on the trunk for several days and nights. Once, living was just an optional thing for her. But now she felt that living was a very meaningful thing, and she wanted to make herself live well and live a brilliant life, because now she was not alone. And her opponents could not solve it by using swords and swords. They played invisible things, and this kind of thing seemed to be more refreshing than the ones that came from the bright guns and swords, making people unable to stop and always want to compete. Maybe the days now have no meaning, but she suddenly became interested! Since they are not afraid, let's do it...

She followed Mrs. Qingdie into the room and walked around. The tables and chairs made of sandalwood were carved with different patterns, and the delicate and gentle feeling of her daughter's house was flowing everywhere. Near the bamboo window, there were a few pieces of rice paper on the rosewood table, and a few brushes were placed on the inkstone. The rice paper was a few buds and extremely enchanting crabapple flowers, and the delicate brushwork seemed to indicate that the owner of the painting was also sentimental. This was a painting found by the people in the warehouse. No one had hung it, so he brought it to the building.

The bamboo window is hung with purple gauze. The wind blowing slowly outside the window is floating. The pink and purple curtains are also seen in the bed. The dusk is slightly cool. Lying on the bed, there are tassels on the top of the head, swaying gently in the wind, the complex and gorgeous cloud silk spreads under the body like water. From time to time, a burst of red sandalwood wafts, quiet and beautiful. Beside the couch is the window, exquisite carvings and rare wood. Outside the window is a beautiful scenery, a rockery, a small pond, a green lotus lotus, and a pink water lotus. From time to time, a little maid passes by, but the footsteps are extremely light and the conversation is extremely light. This yard is too luxurious and beautiful. Even the backyard is carefully crafted, and it is completely different from the Qinglan Courtyard of Mrs. Qingdie.

Mei was beautiful, but Xiaolou also had a question in her heart. She naturally knew that Chen Qiu was always a rooster. Now she was just an adopted daughter, and she was extremely reluctant to accept her. Why did she give her such a big courtyard, and she was so luxurious and beautiful? It seemed unreasonable. She just looked at Qingmei pouting along the way. She didn't say anything. According to the truth, she was the one who liked the most lively person. Why didn't she say a word today? Qingmei also seemed to notice that Xiaolou turned his eyes on her, and then she said the words in her heart that had been depressed for a whole day: "I said, Miss and Madam, I'm just going to be angry with our master. Whose yard is not good? He has to get this yard. Do you think we can ask the master to change it..."

Qingdie and Xiaolou frowned. Why did Qingmei say such words for no reason? Is it not good to be divided into a place and such a large yard? Why should I change it? Qingmei didn't look at them confused and threw the rag in her hand into the ground, and said angrily: "Oh, Madam Xiaolou, you are new to Xiaolou. You don't know. I am an old man in the mansion and have been working here for many years. This house is not clean!" Looking at Qingmei's angry face and his desire to speak, so Xiaolou guessed something: "Qingmei, are you haunted in this house? Is it a fierce courtyard?"

Qingmei opened her mouth wide and looked at Xiaolou in surprise. She said without hesitation: "How do you know? And aren't you afraid after you know it? Let me tell you, this yard is a fierce courtyard. Listen to me, I heard rumors as soon as I entered the mansion, saying that not long after the eldest wife Xie Lan became the master's official wife, the second son and the eldest daughter were born. After that, the master married another second wife..."

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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