Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Three Rooms Show Affection
Zhuo Yijia looked at the Li family, although his face was cold, he also nodded obediently, "Aunt Xie is worried." Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" said thank you, but Zhuo Yijia was slandered in his heart.
Among the people who are good to her in the Zhuo family, the Gao family in the big house is good to her, it is the effort she spent on Zhuo Yiyu, Zhuo Yihan is good to her, and there is at least those imperceptible caters that she is getting along with day by day, although after getting along, she feels that Zhuo Yihan is indeed a delicate person and is worthy of her friendship. Not to mention Hua Taijun, it took a lot of effort to make Hua Taijun protect himself without harming the interests of the Zhuo family.
And what about the Lee family now? I have never given benefits, but I am so good to myself. Is it really as they said that they feel sorry for being the daughter of the Zhuo family? In the past, when I was in the courtyard, why didn't I see even a hot cake in the third room.
Although there are thousands of thoughts, but in a thought, as soon as he finished speaking, Li Shi took the clothes handed over by the grandmother behind him and handed them to Zhuo Yijia, "Come, you try it, see if it fits." Ping'er, take your sister to the inner room for a change. ”
Zhuo Yiping was about to respond, but Zhuo Yijia interrupted, "No need for the third aunt, go back and try again." But why did the third aunt call me today? Zhuo Yijia asked directly, and the Li family hadn't said anything about calling Zhuo Yijia over for so long.
Hearing this, Li and Zhuo Yiping glanced at each other, and Li instructed Mama to put the clothes on the wooden table next to Zhuo Yijia, and then said to Zhuo Yijia, "Today is the fifteenth, there is a lantern festival in the capital at night, I think you will also go out to play less, so let your third sister take a few sisters to go outside to see the lantern festival." "Who doesn't love to play at this age?
When Zhuo Yijia heard this, she groaned for half a day and shook her head, "Ming'er is the eldest sister's wedding, and I have to add makeup to the eldest sister's bed, so I won't go." ”
"It's rare to go once, and it's still in time for the eldest sister to come back from the Lantern Festival." Zhuo Yiping, who was sitting next to her, slowly spoke, and pushed the dim sum on the table to Zhuo Yijia, "No, the snacks you like to eat." As he spoke, he picked one up and took a bite of it.
Zhuo Yijia turned her head to look at the dim sum pushed over by Zhuo Yiping, there was no joy or anger on her face, but her heart slowly sank.
Zhuo Yijia has only moved out of the side courtyard for less than half a year, and even the Gao family still doesn't know what she likes to eat, how can the Li family know? If you want to understand your own preferences, you must only be in charge of the second room of the side courtyard in the past.
It turned out that the person behind the He family was her.
The corners of Zhuo Yijia's lips were slightly hooked, picked up a snack on the plate, bit it gently, put down the snack, and slowly pressed the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, "When the third sister goes to the lantern festival at night, remember to come and say hello to me in advance." As he spoke, he got up and saluted to the Li family, and turned to leave.
Zhuo Yijia walked out of the three-room courtyard, her pace slowed down, and Hongshan followed behind Zhuo Yijia tightly, handing over the hand stove she was holding, "Miss, hand stove." "This is to change the maid behind the third lady to her, and she hasn't had time to give it to the young lady yet.
Zhuo Yijia stopped, stared at the hand stove for a moment, and then turned his head to look in the direction of the three-room courtyard, but unfortunately he walked too far and the three-room courtyard was no longer visible.
Zhuo Yijia took the stove in Hongshan's hand, walked forward slowly, looked up at the paulownia in the yard that had long been left with only branches due to the winter blowing, and looked at the gray sky with his eyes as if he were not there, "Hongshan, you go back to make a charcoal fire first, I'm a little cold." ”
Hongshan stared at Zhuo Yijia, a little puzzled why the young lady was still walking so slowly in the ice and snow since it was cold, but she nodded on her face, "Yes, the slave will go back." Yu Bi picked up the skirt and sped up the speed of his feet and walked towards Junxiao Courtyard.
Zhihua and Zhishu followed a little farther away, and Zhihua still held the spring and winter shirts made by Li for Zhuo Yijia in his hands. The two of them hung their heads and followed behind Zhuo Yijia without saying a word. This is the new master, who doesn't know the character and temperament, and he hasn't been in contact with it and doesn't dare to interject.
Zhuo Yijia ignored the two people behind him, turned his steps and walked to the bamboo forest behind the side courtyard, and sat down at the stone table in the bamboo forest.
Zhuo Yijia looked up at the scattered bamboo forest branches and leaves, her eyes fluttered, and she didn't know where her thoughts were. The winter master is still verdant, unlike other tree trunks, which have been blown to the point of only branches in the cold wind, and the old leaves will only fall when the bamboo grows new leaves in the spring of the following year. Occasionally, a gust of wind bent the bamboo poles, and the leaves sizzled in the wind.
The excitement and festivities of the Zhuo family cannot be transmitted to the bamboo forest, and naturally they cannot reach the ears of the people in the bamboo forest. Zhuo Yijia didn't seem to feel the cold, her head tilted up motionless, looking through the gap between the bamboo leaves at the gray clinthic clouds.
"Why did you choose to come to me?" Zhuo Yijia's voice remembered slowly.
The two of them, who were standing behind them, looked at each other and were a little stunned. Zhuo Yijia's posture did not change, and after a pause, his long voice remembered again, "Life in the outer courtyard is at least comfortable, and it must be better than that of me, a young lady who is disliked." "The maids in the entire courtyard, only Zhihua and Zhishu did not reject or flinch when they asked each other. There was no resistance, that is, I wanted to come to her.
"It's because it's easier for the master to have access to family secrets, whether she's favored or not." Saying that, Zhuo Yijia turned his head, and his deep eyes looked at the paintings and books beside him, "Really?" ”
Hearing this, Zhishu's eyes darkened suddenly, and he took a step back and put his hand on his waist. Although he was about to pull out the short dagger inside.
"What does Miss Fourth mean?" Zhihua's clothes lowered a little, and he looked at Zhuo Yijia's eyes with puzzlement and doubt.
"What happens if someone finds out who you are?" Zhuo Yijia didn't ask and answered, and looked at the painting for a long time.
The doubts in Zhihua's eyes dissipated, the clothes were put on the stone table, and he took a step back, "The slave doesn't know what the fourth lady said. ”
Zhishu listened to Zhuo Yijia's words at the same time as Zhuo Yijia's words, and his body instantly exuded a fierce slaughter.
"Naturally, it is what your master has commanded you." Zhuo Yijia quickly turned out to be a painting, looking at her face without letting go of a trace of expression, "Do a secret pile in the Zhuo family." ”
As soon as the words fell, Zhishu flashed like the wind in an instant, and the short dagger on his waist was pulled out and stabbed hard at Zhuo Yijia's heart.
Zhuo Yijia frowned, kicked back his toes, his body flew away, narrowly avoiding Zhishu's short dagger, and before his heels could stand firmly, he felt the monstrous murderous aura behind him, and there was a faint voice like Shura behind him, "If you are discovered, you will either commit suicide or destroy your mouth." ”
Zhuo Yijia was shocked, his face changed greatly, Rao has been practicing martial arts for many years, and this move must be unavoidable. With a thought, his hand stroked the yaoqin on his waist.
Zhishu in front of him was alert, and the hand holding the dagger stabbed Zhuo Yijia's waist, Zhuo Yijia felt for the first time that this time he might really die at the hands of these two fools, and he didn't care about anything else, he crooked his hand and waved directly at Yaoqin, the sound of the piano sounded, and Zhishu Zhihua jumped sideways to avoid it.
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