After Qi Ke left, Granny Zhou persuaded while cleaning up the plates on the table, "The weather is just right outside, Miss Fifth should go out for a walk." Watermark Advertising TestWatermark Advertising TestEverything has a nurse, and Miss Five can rest assured. ”

"No, no." Murong Qingran lay lazily on his stomach and said sullenly.

Granny Zhou quipped, "Miss Fifth is afraid of meeting Miss Two, Miss Three, and Miss Four." "These three young ladies in the house don't want to see Miss Five, especially the second Miss born to Aunt Fang, who has the same pungent temperament as Aunt Fang, and beats Miss Fifth at every turn, not to bully Miss Fifth to be speechless, and she can't sue her in front of Master Hou.

"Miss Ben is not afraid of them." Murong Qingran yawned, "Nurse, Dye Er wants to sleep." "When you are full, you should sleep, this Jiyang Hou Mansion, she has been here since she was born, she has not been anywhere in the house, even if she walks with her eyes closed, she knows which road is which way. But now, this mansion is full of the arrogance of the enemy's family, who squander the money left by their father, wearing gold and silver.

The most hateful thing is that they treat her like a beggar, a beggar who lives on their alms.

Murong Qingran bit her lip tightly, climbed onto the low couch, and covered her little face with a thin silk quilt, so as not to let Granny Zhou see the tears in her eyes.

"Although Qi Chong'an behaves frivolously and speaks a few words, the nurse will never be wrong when she looks at people, Miss Five, you can recruit this person for your own use." Granny Zhou cleaned up the table and suddenly said a few good words for Qi Ke.

Murong Qingran stuck his head out of the silk quilt, "The nurse said that it was credible, then Dye Er believed him." ”

"We are weak, and we are trapped in the mansion by the Hou Ye, Fifth Miss, if we continue like this, it will be extremely disadvantageous to us." Granny Zhou sighed, put down the dishes she had packed, and sat next to Murong Qingran, "Fifth Miss, while Mr. Du and Du Gongzi have not left Qizhou, the relationship between you and Du Gongzi should be decided." Although the Du family also admitted this family business, they did not give the token for a long time, and it seems that most of the father and son of Du Yanshe wanted to delay it.

"Nurse." Murong Qingran wanted to speak and stopped, "My intuition tells me, that Uncle Du doesn't seem to like me. ”

"The fifth lady is too careful, Du Saijiu is a world-famous Confucian, he has always acted above board, and he will never go back on his word and not abide by the agreement of the year." With the scholarly style of the Du family for generations, it is true that Miss Five's talent and learning cannot enter the eyes of their Du family, but Miss Five's appearance today is not Miss Five's own fault, Granny Zhou's face was sad, and she blamed herself deeply, she really wanted to teach Miss Five poetry, calligraphy and etiquette, but after all, she was not from a famous family, and it was not easy to teach Miss Five to be like this.

"Tomorrow, the nurse will let Qi Ke teach you advanced knowledge, and one day, Mr. Du and Mr. Du will be impressed by Miss Five." Granny Zhou patted Murong Qingran's little hand dotingly, got up, and said, "Fifth Miss, you sleep well." ”

Thinking that Murong Qingran had been locked up by the Wang family for two days before, Grandma Zhou's heart ached, how could she forget that in the past, the lights in the fifth miss's room were bright, and the fifth miss might not be able to sleep, let alone being locked up in a dark room.

In those two days, how did the fifth miss spend it, Zhou Nanniang wiped her tears, and she was also punished, but the fourth miss hid in the Wang family's house for two days with delicious food and drink, if the late Hou Ye was here, she would definitely be reluctant to suffer like this.

The bead curtain in the small study swayed, and Granny Zhou walked out and gently closed the door.

Murong Qingran raised his head, looked at the tassels hanging from the glass lamp hanging on the beam, counted them one by one, and unconsciously, tears wet the pillow towel.

Dad, mother, brother, Dye miss you.