The night was as cold as water, and the maid added a few benzoin grains to the Rui Beast incense burner. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Mrs. Qiao was holding the old sandalwood Buddha beads, and her bloodshot eyes were moistened with teardrops, perhaps because of her old age, she could no longer shed tears.

Mama Rong said with relief on the side: "Ancestor, the second aunt and grandmother have been gone for twelve years, you better look away, Sister Su is really sensible, in the eyes of the old slave, she is the second girl sent to you to pay tribute to the joy of water." ”

Mrs. Qiao wore an eyebrow inlaid with jade gemstones, which covered the lines of her eyebrows, and she sighed: "Sister Su said that she didn't complain that I had never seen her in these years, and this child must be bitter in her heart." ”

Mama Rong watched Qiao Moning grow up, Mrs. Qiao loved her daughter like her life, if it weren't for the late Mrs. Qiao's insistence on going her own way, and Bai Qishan was a champion, she would never agree to that family business.

In the end, Jomonin still passed away quietly due to dystocia!

"The old slave has a sentence that I don't know whether to say or not?" Mama Rong bowed.

Mrs. Qiao put down the Buddha beads and waved away the maid in the house: "Say it." ”

Mama Rong knows her master's thoughts, and she also knows that her master has transferred all his thoughts about her daughter to her granddaughter's love, so she will think of marrying her to the son of the Qiao family, so that she can stay by her side in the future.

In Qiao's family, as long as there is an old lady to protect him, who else dares to be unkind to Ruosu?

"Ancestor, Sister Su has a gentle temperament and is still young, although the eldest son is a good match, but after all, he is a little older, and he has married a wife, and the old slave feels that these two are not suitable." Mama Rong paused and said: "Forgive the old slave for his miscellaneous mouths, with the second son's personality, he will definitely not be able to protect Sister Su in the future, as for the third son, although he used to be a concubine, now he is also under the name of the second wife, and he is only two years older than Sister Su, if these two can succeed, it will be the best." ”

When Mama Rong said this, she frowned, and then said, "I'm afraid, the second wife doesn't look down on this family business." ”

This is also the heart disease of Old Lady Qiao.

If it was Bai Qishan's former official position, if Su was still worried that he wouldn't be able to marry a good family?

"Let me think about it again, Sister Su is still young, and this matter is not in a hurry." It's not that Mrs. Qiao doesn't love her children and grandchildren, but the three sons of the Qiao family have more or less shortcomings.

Qiao Weimeng lost his wife in his early years, his temperament was cold, and he was too decisive to be in the city. Qiao Weixun is just the opposite, he can be called a gentleman, he has no learning and no skills, and he is greedy for beauty.

And Qiao Weiyuan has been silent since he was a child, and even Second Master Qiao has never been familiar with him, let alone others.

Rong Mama remembered something, so she said: "The old slave heard the day before yesterday that the second wife picked out two beautiful girls in her room, and they were going to send them to the third son's room, and I am afraid that someone has already sent them over." ”

It is normal for the children of the family to have sex when they are teenagers, firstly, to enlighten the sexual affairs, and secondly, to facilitate the care of the master, so as to prevent girls with ulterior motives from taking advantage of the loopholes and doing things that are flattering and seductive.

"Ridiculous! Brother Yuan is only fourteen! This year I am going to participate in the Autumn Festival, how can I be distracted to be greedy-love-female-sexual, the second daughter-in-law is afraid that she is not qualified as a mother, right! "Mrs. Qiao is depressed in her heart, if she wants to give Sister Su a good person to marry, she must be clean and clean around her." Go find someone and see what the hell is going on! ”

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The hidden building, overflowing with the fragrance of flowers.

Every time Qiao Weiyuan returned from the Lin family, the Tao family would always clean the small building inside and out.

Dow tried his best to please this adopted son, and in various ways, he really did everything.

Qiao Weiyuan's personal servant Fulin was guarding the study, and now he was like his master, with a solemn face.

At this time, a maid wearing a lotus lotus moonlight dress walked in with a tray. The woman is in her youth, her skin is like condensation, her eyebrows are like horizontal daisies, and her lips are like dripping hair, and she is bright and moving.

Everywhere I went, there was a dark fragrance floating.

Qiao Wei sat at the table with one hand, looking at the book with one hand, and on the desk was an ivory pen mountain and a pen holder with ancient pine inscriptions engraved on the boxwood. The candle flame was burning, reflecting the peerless outline of the youth, and the maid only glanced at it, and felt that her heartbeat was uncontrollable.

The third son is the only male heir of the second room, and it is the door of the second room in the future.

The maid made up her mind, stepped forward lightly, and said in a soft voice: "Third son, the slave maid cooked you a supper, you can eat it while it's hot." The girl was looking forward to it.

Qiao Weiyuan quietly put down the scroll in his hand, and there was still a little childishness on his handsome face, but this did not affect his handsomeness.

Everyone in Qiao's Mansion knows Aunt Liu's beauty, and the two children she gave birth to inherited her delicate colors. If you are a child of an ordinary family, it is also very common to receive a room at this age.

Like Qiao Weixun, the second son of Dafang, he opened a meat dish at the age of fourteen.

Qiao Weiyuan raised his head, the bottom of his eyes was mature and steady that did not match his age, under the candlelight, the emotions in his eyes were obscure, and he only heard him hook his lips and smiled: "Fulin, you didn't eat at night, this bowl of supper will reward you." His eyes never looked at the beautiful maid in front of him.

Fulin has been with the third son for eight years, and he has always been very obedient to his master's orders, so he stepped forward and said, "Thank you, son." ”

The maid was stunned, bit her lip and hesitated: "Third son? ”

Qiao Weiyuan picked up the scroll again, there was a cold aura between his thick eyebrows, and he said lightly: "What? Anything else? ”

The maid who was still holding the tray in her hand trembled!

The maids that Tao picked for Qiao Weiyuan were all yellow flower girls, how could she dare to directly say that she was ready to go to bed? The aura of these three sons is also too terrifying, even more terrifying than the second master.

Her voice trembled, "Slave maid - slave maid will go out." ”

The young man's handsome face was as cold as ever, and the porter squeaked shut, blocking the spring cold outside. Fulin finished his supper in a few bites, wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and asked, "Childe, the second wife's kindness, why don't you accept it?" ”

Fulin and Qiao Weiyuan are the same age, and they are the sons of the down-and-out military attaché's family, because they offended their master, they were sold to Qiao's family, and then they went to Qiao Weiyuan's side by mistake.

The third prince treats himself like a confidant on weekdays, but this temperament is really difficult to fathom. Especially since a few months ago, the third prince has been like a different person.

He is either doing studies or painting on weekdays, and even martial arts are quite lean, and Second Master Qiao was happy for a while.

Outside the house, there was a faint sound of the wind blowing the branches, which set off the tranquility of Qiao's mansion in the middle of the night.

Qiao Weiyuan didn't say a word, he closed the book, spread out a piece of white paper in Chengxintang, and the brush was stained with ink. Less leaning, the girl's elegant silhouette jumped on the paper one by one.

Childe is painting the third lady again.

Believing that his master missed his deceased sister, Fulin withdrew from the house, closed the door, and did not bother him any more.