CHAPTER IX

On the way home, seeing the indifference on her mother's face, Chen Ajiao felt deeply sad in her heart. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

It turns out that I haven't had much deep perception, because I know that in ancient times it was all matchmakers, so I was very calm, I made do with my life, it didn't matter if I didn't have any love, it didn't matter if I had family affection, but now even family affection had to be intervened, and even Chen Ajiao, who was not a party, felt very unhappy.

She felt she should do something. But he can't say it directly, so he can only speak tentatively first.

"Mother, I saw a few little dolls in the palace today. One is so serious, and the other is tender and white. ”

"You're still a little doll! Just learn from adults. Su Junlan glared at Chen Ajiao angrily. Gillian hugged Su Junlan's arm and shook it lovely, "Mother, who are the children living in the palace?" ”

Su Junlan had no choice but to say carefully: "That one looks serious, it should be the second prince, is he thin and tall, with delicate eyebrows and eyes like a little girl?" ”

"Yes, yes, it's him, he's so serious, he didn't say a word, I teased him for a long time."

Chen Ajiao pouted.

"Poor boy, too." Su Junlan was silent for a while, and stroked Chen Ajiao's small hair braid lovingly, "The second prince is the only heir left by the former queen, and the only eldest son of the saint today. ”

"What about that little doll? Three or four years old, small, white, soft, so cute, and let me play with him, how about it, isn't your daughter very popular! ”

originally thought that Su Junlan would laugh and scold her, but found that Su Junlan stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the car was a little depressing.

After a long time, Su Junlan spoke: "That's Concubine Hui's son, and both of them are older than you." ”

Chen Ajiao was stunned, "But one looks younger than me, and the other looks similar to me." ”

Su Junlan nodded her forehead, "Our Gillian president is tall!" ”

After finishing speaking, she closed her eyes, and Chen Ajiao sensitively noticed that Su Junlan felt wrong, but Chen Ajiao still felt that it was better to cut through the mess quickly.

"Mother, why do I think that Aunt Jia in the family is very similar to Concubine Hui!"

"It's very similar." Su Junlan opened her eyes, lowered her head, looked at the tea in her hand, pulled an embarrassed smile at the corner of her mouth, and wanted to pat Gillian on the head and blame her for a few words, but found that her hands were very heavy, and she couldn't say anything no matter how her mouth moved.

No matter how big Chen Ajiao is, she can feel that something is wrong.

Chen Ajiao felt that her father must have had a story before, and it was probably related to Hui Guifei, according to the reasoning that she had watched so many bloody TV series and various novels, it is very likely that her father used to love this Hui Guifei very much, but unfortunately the beauty entered the palace, and since then the curtain has not been repeated, and they will never see each other again. So she found an Aunt Jia as a stand-in, and because of this, her mother felt embarrassed.

Ya, I figured this out, Gillian girl was furious, ahh

So the mother and daughter were immersed in their own hearts and didn't say anything all the way.

After a day of tossing in the palace today, it stands to reason that she should be very tired, and the nurse has already arranged for her to let her young lady sleep well in the soft quilt for a while, but she was surprised to find that her young lady was inserting her small waist and ran to the study in the front yard angrily.

This is, who messed with their own miss?

Mama thought in confusion, and hurriedly called the young lady's name and rushed over.

Chen Ajiao didn't care about her nurse chasing behind, although she was short and short-legged, she couldn't stand her young age and vitality, and she couldn't stand her anger that she was bent on scumbag dad to settle accounts.

According to the previous convention, the scumbag dad is now the most likely to be in the study.

Although his legs are short, he runs at an astonishing speed, and under the attention of the little girl, he kicks open the door of the study.

The scumbag dad was really there, not only that, but he probably didn't expect someone to kick open the door of the study without knocking on the door with such an unrestrained attitude, and he hesitated for a moment before reacting, and then hurriedly put away a roll of unknown things.

What is the scumbag doing? So obscene? Is it a jerking off?

Chen Ajiao herself was gorgeous and obscene first.

"Gillian, you, why are you here?" Chen Xuqing smiled a little unnaturally, and hurriedly greeted him, complaining: "How can the little girl's family be so rude? I don't know how to sit with a smile - hey, Gillian, what are you doing? ”

Gillian didn't pay attention to Chen Xuqing at all, and walked directly to the bookcase, looking for the volume that she didn't know where her father was throwing away.

"Hey, Gillian, don't move-" Finding that he couldn't stop his baby daughter from discovering her secret, Chen Xuqing decisively closed the door of the study.

The bang made the little girl and the grandmother startled, is this still the third son who is as gentle as jade?

The third son who treats people as gently as water?

When Chen Xuqing rushed over, Chen Ajiao had already found the scroll.

It was a scroll painting of a woman, dressed in a bright horse, with a bright smile, her hair scattered in her ears fluttering in the wind, and her eyes as bright as the sun. It seems that in the whole world, there is only this smile that is extremely youthful and bright. There is also a line of small words next to it: "I don't regret the gradual widening of the clothes belt, and I will make people haggard for Yixi." ”

The paper is a little yellowed, and it can be seen that it has been rubbed for some years and has been rubbed a lot.

Her father just thinks about this painting every day? But it seems that this person doesn't want Concubine Hui, let alone Aunt Jia! Is it a fantasy object?

Chen Ajiao felt that she was the truth, and suddenly felt that Emma was so obscene, and Emma was so numb.

Chen Xuqing was very nervous, and his voice trembled a little, "Gillian, you, don't tell your mother." ”

Chen Ajiao was originally very angry, but after hearing her father say this, she was suddenly stunned when she looked at this painting again.

Isn't this person, this person, her mother? Judging from her appearance, it is her mother's appearance when she was young, but now her mother is silent and rarely smiles, where did she get such a bright smile.

The three daughters of my grandfather's family did not look alike.

"Is thisβ€”mother?" Still a little unconvinced, Chen Ajiao pointed to the painting and asked hesitantly.

Nodding, Chen Xuqing sat down a little decadently and pulled his hair, "Yes, it's your mother." ”

"However, why does the current mother feel so different from before?"

"It's hard to put into words." Suddenly realizing that this was discussing his emotional problems with a five-year-old girl, Chen Xuqing was suddenly embarrassed. "The little girl doesn't understand the affairs of adults, don't ask."

As he spoke, he was going to clean up the scroll on the desk, although he was in a hurry, he was very careful and cautious, and he could see that he was very careful.

Chen Ajiao's core is not a five-year-old girl, I just feel that this is really an oolong. It seems that father and mother actually have feelings for each other, but there are many misunderstandings!

"Dad, do you want to restore your mother's beautiful smiling face?" Chen Ajiao winked at Chen Xuqing.

"But, is that okay?"

Chen Xuqing became excited, and suddenly figured out that although his baby daughter was only five years old, she was a prodigy! It's a prodigy!

Of course it's true.

Chen Ajiao nodded solemnly.

After a long time, Chen Xuqing finally saw Su Junlan's smile in anticipation that was even more beautiful than in the painting, but he didn't expect it to be in such a way.