Persistence: ......

The child cried so well that if he hadn't been sure he really couldn't see himself, he would have thought she had been discovered.

The child's cry came suddenly, like a soft sharp blade, cutting through the thick night, and suddenly the originally extremely quiet house became lively.

The alien ghost is not counted, and the closest to the child is Meng Qingyao.

There is no doubt that the closer you are, the stronger the sonic attack will be, even if the woman is tired and weak recently, she will not be spared.

Holding on to his ears, he couldn't stand the child's crying one after another, so he immediately decided to retreat until he couldn't retreat anymore.

There was a sound of rustling on the bed, thinking that Meng Qingyao had woken up.

"Knock knock—"

"Young lady, why is the little young master crying so much, but he is hungry?"

The servant woman outside the door asked in a low voice, but fortunately, her voice was penetrating and was not overshadowed by the sound of the child crying.

The person on the bed didn't know what she had done, and Zhiqian guessed that she should have sat up.

Then the woman's weak voice came out: "Come in." ”

As the words fell, a plain white finger gently pinched the bed curtain and pulled it open unhurriedly, revealing a beautiful face of hibiscus.

At this time, Meng Qingyao was different from the one who was received later.

Xu has always been smooth sailing, pampered by the family before marriage, pampered by the husband after marriage, and the small life is honey and oily, and the woman's expression is obviously sweet.

Even if the face is pale and sickly, it makes people feel a sweet taste.

And Meng Qingyao, whom Zhiqian saw later, was a ghost who constantly doubted her husband's identity and spent a long time alone.

The sweetness and protection of the good girl's feelings have disappeared, and the grace and generosity that have been brought up since childhood have been melted into the blood have precipitated.

Therefore, the years are a knife to kill pigs, and the ancestors do not deceive me.

"Yes. ”

When the servant woman outside received the order, she pushed open the door, and her movements were orderly, swift and orderly, and as soon as she entered, she closed the door, so that the weak young lady would not be exposed to the wind.

"Ask the young lady Ann. ”

The woman who started her head looked like she was thirty or forty years old, with a peaceful face, and when she saw Meng Qingyao sitting down and pulling out the bed curtain, her brows were frowning, but what was more urgent now was the little young master who couldn't stop crying, so she said:

"Slave take a look at the little master first. ”

Meng Qingyao nodded in agreement, and the woman walked a few steps to the cradle, picked up the crying little doll, and persuaded in a low voice.

After a while, the little doll was still crying, but her voice was much lower, thinking that she had been crying for too long, and her little voice couldn't stand it.

"Mama Lan, what's going on?"

Meng Qingyao couldn't sit still, holding on to the bed curtain and wanting to lean out to take a look.

Although the woman was also worried, she was very steady, and examined it with experience, and said:

"The little young master is hungry, don't worry. ”

I thought it was a nightmare in the night, but now it doesn't seem to be the case, so only when I am hungry will I make this ignorant doll cry.

The little young master's grandmother came forward to take the little master away to feed, and the room slowly quieted down.

At this time, the woman had the strength to say to Meng Qingyao:

"The young lady is weak, you should be more careful, the wind is cold at night, the young lady should not open the veil, in case of wind, not to mention the side, even the little young master, you have to take care of one or two. ”

The woman speaks in a slow and logical tone, and even if she is preaching, it is difficult to arouse disgust.

I felt a gust of spring breeze blowing gently and gently, and kissed on the tip of my heart.

It's warm, it's cool, too.

The relationship between the master and the servant should be very close, at least between the master and the servant, the servant will not have the courage to comfort the master like this.

Meng Qingyao has long been accustomed to her grandmother's reminders from time to time, and she is not annoyed when she hears the words, so she obediently allows the other party to re-draw the bed curtain for herself, and says with a smile:

"What Mama said is that I didn't think it through, and it was late at night, so I left one or two girls to take care of it, and everyone else dispersed. ”

The woman tidied up the bed curtain, stood up and took a small step back, and said, "You can rest assured, when the little master comes back, the slaves will retreat." ”

"There's Mama Lao. ”

Meng Qingyao was not polite, although she was still thinking about her youngest son who was taken to replenish food, but her body was not angry, and as soon as she lay down, she couldn't help but fall asleep.

Seeing that the young lady of the main family was resting, the woman turned her head and motioned to the girls below to lower their voices, so as not to disturb the young lady to rest.

After a while, the little young master was full of food and drink, and finally quieted down, and was relocated to the cradle, where he slept sweetly.

Oh, look at that little mouth, smash it, smash it, as if you are reminiscing about the "deliciousness" of the right talent.

There is no guilt at all for waking up adults in the middle of the night, and I have no heart or lungs.

When everything was arranged, the servants quickly retreated as they had come, and after a loud sound, the courtyard was quiet again.

Zhiwan stood in the corner and looked at it coldly, and couldn't help but think in his heart that he hadn't heard Meng Qingyao talk about this Mama Lan.

Looking at the relationship between the two, there is more than closeness, lack of respect, and the feelings are better than the general subordination.

Maybe in terms of intimacy, except for Yi Fengze, the husband, it is possible for Mama Lan to rank first.

cough, after all, among the aristocracy, the sense of distance between parents and children is difficult to ignore, and it is far from the closeness and harmony of parents and children in later generations.

Therefore, it is common for personal maids and grandmothers to be in the hearts of the masters, and it is common for them to sometimes outperform their parents in terms of emotions alone.

But after all, the blood relationship is pressing, ethics and etiquette cannot be observed, filial piety is greater than heaven is a social consensus, coupled with the inequality of identity, and many other factors.

All kinds of reasons add up, even if they are emotionally close, if they really have to make a choice, most people will still choose their relatives.

Even so, Meng Qingyao has a deep relationship with Mama Lan, which is a fact, so why didn't she mention it at all when talking about the past?

In Meng Qingyao's mouth, why is there no trace of Mama Lan's existence at all?

If there is uneasiness in her heart, Mama Lan, who is a grandmother, will definitely be the best person to talk to, and Mama Lan, who receives a signal of uneasiness, will also investigate nine times out of ten.

Holding his hand into a hollow fist, swirling in the center of his eyebrows.

Hypothesis......

Mama Lan really went to investigate and was discovered by Yi Fengze.

Zhifei thought down the train of thought.

If Yi Fengze is really different, it is not impossible to find out that Mama Lan's actions have murderous intentions.

Even, Mama Lan is Meng Qingyao's cronies, so it makes sense for him to suspect Meng Qingyao and kill the killer.

Of course, these are all based on the fact that Yi Fengze does have problems, and according to what she saw just now, nine times out of ten, Yi Fengze has secrets.

So......

Zhiwan walked to the window and looked out, the moonlight had dimmed for some time, and through the screen window, it was hazy outside.

Like the chaotic universe at the beginning of creation.

Yi Fengze, will there be something hidden that no one knows...... What about things that are not known to demons?