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Several ladies, plus the old and young ladies of Xiangyuan Bofu, everyone surrounded her in the flower hall, just like the stars holding the moon, but a four or five-year-old girl suddenly came into the hall.

The girl was dressed in an indigo coarse cloth dress, with white skin, a thin body, and large, black eyes that lined the cheeks with sharp cheeks, and knelt in front of Chu Zhaohui with a pop, tugging at her skirt and crying loudly and asking her to save her life.

The current Mrs. Bo's face changed, and she ordered to drag the person down, but was stopped by Chu Zhaohui.

Somehow, she looked at the child's dark eyes, and felt a little similar to Su Duhan, and the same age as her son, her heart suddenly softened.

Although Chu Zhaohui has a soft temperament, he has always known these twists and turns in the wealthy family.

Signaling with her eyes, the grandmothers who had already followed her out stopped the door and did not let people in or out.

The grandmothers behind her helped people up, cleaned her face again, cleaned it up and brought it to Chu Zhaohui, looking at the delicate and dignified little face, Chu Zhaohui added three points of liking.

Chu Zhaohui ignored the courteous old lady and the current uncle, and only took the girl's little hand and asked carefully.

This girl in coarse cloth clothes was not a slave, but a concubine of Uncle Xiangyuan, the eighth lady in the house, with a single name and a graceful character.

Wen Wan twitched and begged Chu Zhaohui to save her aunt, saying that her aunt was punished to kneel in her yard in single clothes in the big winter, and now two hours have passed.

Wen Wan called the heavens should not call the earth spiritual, and when she was crying and wiping her tears, she suddenly heard a noble person coming to the house.

Wen Wan let go out, she would rather be killed by Mrs. Bo than save her mother's life, she rushed in with the determination to die, not wanting to win the favor of the princess of the dynasty.

Chu Zhaohui didn't care about these idle things in the past day, and that day was sent by ghosts.

She ordered Mrs. Xiangyuan to lead the way, and then she met her gentle biological mother.

In the middle of winter, Zhou Ruosu knelt in the snow in his small courtyard, and the blue single clothes were frosted, and Chu Zhaohui was angry.

Mrs. Bo was clever and quibbled that Zhou Ruosu had stolen her things, so she was slightly punished.

When asked about the reason for Wen Wan, although the child was young, he spoke in a clear manner.

It turned out that the gentle biological mother was good at serving flowers and plants, and she worked hard to raise two pots of green peonies.

No matter how valuable Chu Zhaohui's identity is, he can't control people's backyards, not to mention that there is still an old man and his wife.

Just because you don't meddle in other people's backyards doesn't mean you can't maintain them.

Chu Zhaohui sneered slightly, and lightly instructed Mrs. Bo, "Since nothing was found, the old lady will carefully check and check again, and Mrs. Bo will forget it for a while." ”

At that time, Feng Zhen was still there, and she knew what Chu Zhaohui meant, so she followed her words and said: "Or maybe other people in the mansion have unclean hands and feet, and they have wronged this concubine, and they are not the rules in the mansion, and they carry people back, just looking good, and they don't even know their temperament to inquire?"

Mrs. Debo's face was red and white, and she couldn't hold back her embarrassment.

Chu Zhaohui pointed his finger at a few pots of snowy and frosty orchids in the small courtyard: "This concubine is capable, and she actually grows such flowers and plants." In the future, let her send a pot of seasonal flowers and plants to the palace at four o'clock a year, and she will not be served by others, and she will have to do it herself for watering and fertilizing. ”

Feng Zhen asked Zhou Ruosu: "The eldest princess's orders, can you understand them?" Serve them carefully, don't wait for the princess's mansion to pick them up." ”

Zhou Ruosu knew the other party's kindness, thanked her with tears, and stood up with the help of the little girl.

Seeing that Wen Wan Chu was pitiful, afraid that she would be angered by Mrs. Bo, Chu Zhaohui wiped off a string of yellow tourmalines the size of lotus seeds on his wrist, and put it on for Wen Wan casually, "This child is good-looking, you will be rewarded with this one, and I will take you to the house to play when the palace is free." ”

This is to protect Zhou Ruosu and gentleness, how can Mrs. Uncle not understand, no matter how much Mrs. Bo can toss, she will not dare to ask for her life, not only can she not want her life, but also to keep her hands and feet thorough, so as to send flowers to King An's mansion.

With Chu Zhaohui's protection, Mrs. Bo can no longer lynch herring, Zhou Ruosu sends flowers to Chu Zhaohui all year round, and she lives safely in Bo's mansion.

Compared with the usual beating and scolding, the situation is already heaven and earth. Zhou Ruosu was grateful to Chu Zhaohui and always asked her daughter to keep her great grace in mind.

Chu Zhaohui did not break his promise, and sure enough, he ordered someone to pick up Wen Wan twice, both of which were left to eat and take the reward for her mother and daughter before she was sent back, and the young lady who called Mrs. Bo and a few relatives was red-eyed.

Xiangyuan Bofu is declining day by day, and it is a figure who tends to be inflammatory.

Uncle Xiang Yuanbo watched from the sidelines for several years, the eldest princess was not a whim, she was gentle and self-satisfied, and she came and went one after another on weekdays, and those rewards were bright and dazzling, so he began to make other calculations in his heart.

The gentle biological mother Zhou Ruosu is literate and hyphenated, and her hand-painted hand is good, and the embroidery is also a must. Wen Wan studied under her biological mother, and she has been a Huizhi Lanxin since she was a child.

When she was nine years old, she was examined as a female official in the palace, and Wen Wan stood out with her talents.

Chu Zhaohui mediated, Wen Wanfen was on duty in the queen's palace, and her status became more and more valuable, and she was promoted to five grades of Shangyi this year.

Wen Wan gained a firm foothold in the palace, and walked around with Queen Chu every day, and Xiang Yuanbo finally made a move. Taking advantage of Mrs. Uncle's slight illness, she lay on the bed for a few days, and Mrs. Uncle actually took Zhou Ruosu as her wife on the grounds that there was no one to take care of her in the house.

Wen Wan became a concubine and became a girl in the mansion, but she was not grateful to the snob of Xiangyuan Uncle's Mansion.

She was just happy, and finally she was able to justifiably call Zhou Ruosu to be a mother, and the mother and daughter worked hard, all thanks to Chu Zhaohui's grace for years of protection.

Zhou Ruosu was the root of the disease left that year, and he coughed non-stop every winter. Wen Wan waited carefully at home every day, and after entering the palace, she also continued to use medicinal materials, often looking for prescriptions for her mother to recuperate, and she has been getting better in the past few years.

With Chu Zhaohui's love in her heart, she always wanted to repay her, and she had the opportunity to fulfill her wish today. She was full of gratitude, just like her own daughter, and served Chu Zhaohui very properly.

She kept talking with Chu Zhaohui, and massaged a few acupuncture points for her to help her sleep, until Chu Zhaohui closed his eyes and fell asleep, she pulled out her hand and returned to her room.

Fall asleep. In a real dream, she stood in the crooked palace again, saying goodbye to the man lying on the couch with the low apricot curtain.

A thin and pale hand stretched out from the curtain, waving weakly, as if to grab himself, as if he wanted to leave by himself, and his dark voice was full of sighs: "Wanwan, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you."

Wen Wan saw herself in her dream running to the couch, reaching out to pick up the curtains, the person on the couch was as thin as a blurred shadow, she couldn't see it clearly, and suddenly her eyes were full of tears.