Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Daughter of He Fu
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After asking all the way and walking for a long time, I finally found my destination:
The back door of the He Mansion.
Li Mu'er took a deep breath and knelt on the ground.
There were few people at the back door, and she knelt so much that her knees were slightly numb, so she finally ran into a small guy who wanted to go out to run errands. As soon as the little guy opened the door, he was taken aback by Li Mu'er.
He scratched his scalp and closed the door and ran back, and a moment later, he brought someone in again.
This time, an old man opened the door, and when he saw this, he hurriedly came over to help her, and asked kindly, "Girl, why is this?" The old man sees that your clothes are shiny, and it doesn't look like you are in trouble. ā
Li Mu'er couldn't afford it, so she asked with a smile: "The old man must be the housekeeper of He Mansion, Lord He can be in the mansion at this moment?"
The old housekeeper praised her for her cleverness and replied, "The master is still working in the criminal department, and he won't come back so soon." The girl might as well get up first and come back at noon. ā
Li Mu'er shook her head, "That little woman is kneeling here and waiting." When Lord He came back, he asked the old man to pass it on to me, and he said that Shen had something to ask for. ā
The old housekeeper persuaded her again, but he couldn't persuade her, so he had to go back to the house first. When he closed the door, Li Mu'er saw a woman standing in the courtyard, tall and graceful, but with a layer of tulle, two strands of hair on her cheeks gently brushed the veil with the wind, adding a bit of seductive style.
Li Muer only thought of a few words to describe her:
Do not eat the fireworks of the world.
After kneeling for several hours, his knees were numb to the point of being unconscious, and he finally looked forward to He Qiaoxin. When he saw Li Mu'er, his face was naturally very ugly, and he said fiercely, "Why are you still here?" The old man advises you to leave the capital as soon as possible, don't be obsessed anymore. ā
Li Mu'er kowtowed before she spoke: "Master He, I know that you won't let me go back to the palace again, so I'm here to beg you." I don't expect to convince you today, just to make a statement. Lord He, I've figured it out, I won't do anything to hurt the emperor again! To show my determination, I will come to your house every day from this day forward to ask you. The front door was full of people, and I was afraid of tarnishing your name, so I had to kneel at this back door, hoping that Lord He would also be willing to open the back door for the little girl and allow me to return to the palace to serve the emperor. ā
Li Mu'er said and knocked to the end again, He Qiaoxin still said angrily: "It's just stubborn!" If you make such nonsense again, I will have someone drive you away. ā
Li Mu'er raised her head and looked at him sincerely, "Lord He, even if you drive me, I am thick-skinned and not afraid to catch up." I will come every day, won't it be hard for you to chase me every day? ā
"You!" He Qiaoxin was so angry with her that he snorted coldly and went home sullenly.
Li Mu'er has almost calculated the hour, and if she doesn't go back, she is afraid that she will not be found by Ma Cong in time for lunch. Then he got up and stood for a while, slowly feeling the pain in his knees, and walked away with his hands down.
The subordinates of He Mansion have recently added a new topic, that is, the good-looking woman who reports to the back door every day.
Li Muer is looking for excuses to come out every day, and the time is not fixed. Sometimes I come early in the morning, sometimes during my lunch break, and sometimes even in the evening.
Although the master strictly ordered not to pay attention to her, not to discuss her, and not to leak it out, but in private, everyone wants to take a look, is it here today? When did it come today? How many hours have you kneeled today?
As a result, the back door of Hefu has become very lively recently, there are always families who go out to buy but return empty-handed, and there are always maids who accidentally kick the shuttlecock out of the hospital.
He Qiaoxin was patient and ignored her completely.
It's not that she is not frustrated, she also thought about whether she would draw water with a bamboo basket, but it was pointless to torture herself.
It's not that she doesn't complain about that person, she also hid in the quilt in the dead of night and scolded, why did she give her up.
It's not that she is not depressed, she also once knelt for a few hours and no one paid attention, talking to the birds and reading articles to the fallen leaves.
But Li Mu'er knew that the path she had chosen would be finished while crying.
Fortunately, someone seems to understand her unwillingness, her loneliness, and her expectations.
Whenever she was about to give up, the sound of the piano would ring in the yard.
The sound of the piano is soft and tranquil, although it carries a little melancholy, but it makes the listener feel soft and comfortable.
Naturally, I thought of Zhu Youji, is he also stroking the qin? Is she missing herself as she misses him?
I had to straighten up and tell myself that I would hold on for a little longer, and I would hold on for another day......
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With this persistence, Li Muer knelt day after day.
It's just that God may not be willing to give her face, and after too many sunny days, it finally rained again.
It is said that the summer rain is restless, and the autumn rain is slow, and I always think that the autumn rain is like a filament. Who knows, today's rain seems to have poured down, splashed ink, and enveloped the entire city in smoke waves.
Li Mu'er was drenched.
"One autumn rain and one cold, three autumn rains do not wear singles. Ten autumn ponchos are layered with cotton, and no one adds clothes for me. ā
Li Mu'er said with a wry smile.
The rain continued to flow down the hair, into the mouth, and bitter to the heart.
Her body trembled, and no matter how much gauze was wrapped around the wound, it was also wet at the moment.
The sound of the piano in the middle of the room also stopped suddenly.
Li Mu'er sat on her feet and said to herself, "Don't you play?" What, don't play? ā
"I'm really useless, I lost this first step. Ah wrong, are we really destined to be inseparable, destined to say goodbye? ā
Straightened up, disheartened, Li Mu'er wanted to get up and leave.
The door opened suddenly.
The rain had already wet her eyebrows, and she couldn't see clearly, and it was hard to see.
An oil-paper umbrella is gray and white, is it out? Is it in?
It wasn't until the corners of her skirt swayed to her side and the umbrella hit the top of her head that Li Mu'er had time to be surprised.
Isn't this the fairy I saw that day!
Unwilling to turn into excitement, Li Mu'er smiled at her and said, "It turns out that there are still many good people!" ā
The person who came didn't smile, and said to her lightly: "Today, let's go back first." ā
Li Mu'er looked at her Qingshan Daimei who was exposed outside the veil, cut her eyes, and almost fell into it as a woman.
Seeing that she didn't react, someone called her again: "Girl? ā
Li Mu'er came back to her senses and asked her, "Are you, Miss He?" ā
The visitor nodded.
"It's also a young lady who caresses the piano these days, right?"
"Yes."
Li Mu'er looked at those good-looking eyebrows and eyes, and said firmly: "Miss He, you give me an umbrella today, so what about tomorrow?" I don't need an umbrella, I just want Miss to continue stroking the piano for me. Miss He's music accompanies me, I am not afraid of wind, frost, rain and snow. ā
"Okay, what's so hard about that?" The voice is also elegant.
I don't know if it's Li Mu'er's illusion, she seems to see a shallow smile under Miss He's veil, fleeting.