An Lingluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and this Aunt Chen's reaction was too intense... Although the identity is extraordinary, I don't know what kind of identity it is in such a hurry. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info An Lingluo thought of this, and returned the gift "Lingluo is young, but he can't afford to give a big gift from his wife, please sit down." As he spoke, he motioned for Mian'er to make tea.

Gu Xiuli ignored Aunt Chen's reaction, with a satisfied smile in her eyes, "Thanks to Miss Qiqi's medicine." As she spoke, she looked behind An Lingluo and found that only the maid who had just come out to greet her was standing, and she didn't see Kiki.

An Lingluo smiled, "Kiki should be in the kitchen now." "Let's steal your mouth... This girl is very persistent in the kitchen... This lady has a thoughtful manner, a restrained temperament, and the door must not be low, An Lingluo has a headache, and in her previous life, she didn't seem to have stepped out of the house much after marrying...

"Where is Madam from, and listening to Madame's tone of voice, is she a Donghua person?" An Lingluo asked, Gu Xiuli smiled slightly, this young lady is very observant, "I'm from Donghua, I'm going to Fujian." An Lingluo's eyes changed slightly, "Madam, now Fujian can make a disaster, Madame is..."

Gu Xiuli lowered her head and drank tea, "Although there is a disaster, there is a reason to have to go." Speaking of which, An Lingluo didn't want to ask too much, "If Mrs. doesn't mind, I have some manpower to protect Mrs. to Fujian, and Mrs. and her party are only two women, which must be inconvenient." Aunt Chen's eyes were more vigilant, Qinglian glanced at her lightly, and Gu Xiuli smiled and said, "Thank you Miss An for your kindness, I found my nephew in Xin'an City, and I will go with him." ”

Euphemistically rejected An Lingluo's kindness, and An Lingluo didn't care, just quietly drinking tea, as if thinking about things. This tea is actually sweet, "Miss An's tea has sand syrup added to it?" It was the first time she had tasted this tea.

An Lingluo smiled, "This is a jasmine brewed tea, the aroma is rich and charming, drinking it with a sweet taste, it can calm the mood and eliminate tension, I often drink it... It is good for eyes when I drank it. With such an effect, Gu Xiuli picked up the tea bowl, "This is made of purple sand." "It's really exquisite, it seems that this young lady still knows how to enjoy the master.

Madame's eyes are capable, this is indeed made of purple sand, but it is also the interest of the little woman. An Lingluo didn't seem to want to say more, but only had a faint smile on his face.

"Miss. Chen Qiqi's voice sounded, "Today, I made osmanthus cake in the small kitchen, just enough to make a pot of osmanthus tea, and then sit and read outside." Little..."Chen Qiqi's tone was stunned, and when she saw that the people in the room were looking at her with a smile, she touched her nose... Hey, why are there so many people, it's so embarrassing, and the patients she took seriously yesterday are also there.

Chen Qiqi obediently stood behind An Lingluo, and showed a smile to Gu Xiuli and the two, Gu Xiuli said, "I drank the medicine prepared by Miss Qiqi yesterday, and I can speak today, thank you Miss Qiqi." Chen Qiqi smiled and said, "Now Madame's throat will still hurt when she speaks, if there is still pain, you will be fine after drinking it for two days." ”

Seeing a serious Chen Qiqi, An Lingluo felt a little funny, "Qiqi said that being outdoors means reading outside, that's okay, today's sunshine is very good." Gu Xiuli got up, "I'm really sorry to disturb Miss An's study. Without waiting for An Lingluo to speak, Chen Qiqi said, "Don't bother, madam, don't you know, our young lady writes and paints all day long, so it's not good to take a break." ”

Reading, writing, and painting all day long? Gu Xiuli's gaze made An Lingluo's heart chill slightly, "Qiqi, don't talk about me like a nerd preparing for the exam." Gu Xiuli smiled, this Miss An is really interesting, I have seen a lot of ladies on weekdays, and everyone likes to praise others for their love of reading and writing, how can it be that this eldest lady is not easy to use.

"Otherwise, let's go sit outside and see how the young lady draws. Hearing Chen Qiqi's proposal, Qinglian was a little surprised, this feisty maid was willing to sit and watch the young lady paint? Qinglian shook her head, and An Lingluo thought the same way.

Gu Xiuli smiled and agreed, Aunt Chen wanted to object, since she thanked her, where did she mean to stay all the time,..... An Lingluo said, "It's okay to paint, but Lingluo's painting time will not be short, and it's not good to let Mrs. sit like this." An Lingluo glanced at Chen Qiqi lightly, it seems that he has been indulging you too much recently....

Chen Qiqi looked aggrieved, the sun was just right, eating osmanthus cakes under the osmanthus tree, drinking tea, watching beauties paint, thinking about it, I felt that life was too happy... But Miss Beauty rejected her. She looked at Gu Xiuli pitifully, as if to say, please...

Gu Xiuli said helplessly, "I always feel that it is my luck to see Miss An painting, no matter how long it takes." An Lingluo raised her eyes at this time, today's weather made her paint, she was also willing, if the guests didn't mind, then she was nothing.

She instructed Mian'er to prepare the easel and other things, and took Gu Xiuli and the two to the Mingxin Pavilion of the Xue family. An Lingluo smiled and said, "Mingxin Pavilion was taken by my grandfather, in order to remind the Xue family that they are clear and reasonable, although the Xue family has been in business for generations, but they are very fond of reading and writing." “

The Xue family has been in business for generations, but the ancestors have passed down the idea of being clear and reasonable, no wonder the children of the Xue family don't seem to be businessmen at all, but with the bookish breath of a scholar, although Gu Xiuli has only seen Xue Kaitong alone, but she has a deep impression of Xue Kaitong, and she gently helped arrange a place for them to live, and she was surprised when she heard the person who arranged it say that he was the eldest young master of the Xue family.

The sparse shadow is sloping, the water is shallow, the fragrance is fragrant, the delicate and gentle sunlight jumps on the paper, and the fragrance of the garden is mixed in the paper and ink... An Lingluo sat quietly aside, An Lingluo got up and walked under the tree for a while, gently looked up to observe the delicate flowers in the treetops, walked to the seat for a while, slowly raised the pen, the people around were also talking, and gradually were attracted by An Lingluo's concentration, just looking at her quietly, it seemed that An Lingluo, who was holding a paintbrush, seemed to have entered her own world, and could no longer hear the sounds of disturbances around her.

Gu Xiuli sighed secretly in her heart, Minghui died a few days ago, the whole country mourned, the emperor stayed in the study for a whole day, when she went, she happened to see what the personal attendant was reporting on weekdays, and only heard the small words of King Minghui, daughter, and unknown world. The Queen Mother also sent people to the palace to inquire about these things, and no one used any praise to describe the daughter of King Minghui, but what she heard was the daughter of Shangjia, a virtue. From the time of marriage to now, when it comes to King Minghui, the Queen Mother always laments, sighing that he loves the wrong person, so he has lived such a miserable life. Now I see his daughter talking calmly and painting quietly, the side is so similar to Minghui's appearance, and the appearance of focusing on things is also carved out of a mold.

It seems that she is just talking about Minghui's care, if she is really grateful to him, how can she turn a blind eye to the bloodline of the descendants he left behind, and indulge the world to slander their mother and daughter...

Even Gu Xiuli didn't know that her current gaze contained all kinds of feelings, pity, distress, guilt....