Liu Ya rarely had a good night's sleep, and when she woke up on the second day, her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were also bright, very beautiful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song's mother was a little worried, Liu Ya lived in the temple, and there were not many clothes that could see people, and the one she wore yesterday was already the best, and she couldn't turn out a better dress today.

She looked at the few clothes on the Luohan bed spread out by the large window, and her eyebrows were tightly knit.

What can I do?

Liu Ya sat on the bed with half a quilt, looked at the silhouette of Song's mother and sighed in her heart.

Although she does not know Chen's family background, but the memory of her previous life is still there, she remembers that Song's mother is seriously ill, she can't even ask the doctor to take out the silver, when she held the makeup box to ask the host of the Red Leaf Temple, the host can't see it, so she told her that her jewelry is not enough to invite the doctor in the city to visit, and then the host moved the heart of compassion, and used the incense in the temple to invite the doctor.

The doctor who came to her jewelry was confiscated later, but he told her that it was better to buy medicine with the hollow little silver hairpin than to buy two hens to replenish Song's mother's body, and that little money could not buy medicine, even if she bought it, it would not save people, it was better to let the patient eat something good, maybe it could be delayed for a few more days.

It's really poor.

She sighed inwardly, lifted the quilt, half-slipped her shoes, and got out of bed.

Mother Song heard the sound, and when she turned around, she happened to see Liu Ya coming over, hurriedly walked a few steps, hugged her into her arms, and said distressedly, "Sister, it's cold, where are you going?" ”

Liu Ya crossed Song's mother's shoulder and happened to see a few clothes on Luohan's bed.

It's all simple cloth clothes, and the workmanship of the clothes is better than what Momiji usually wears, and the colors are a little brighter, and there are no patches. This kind of clothes is worse than the girl in Chen's mansion, and it is almost the same as the girl waiting outside the house. The clothes were probably washed too much, and the elbows and placket were slightly white.

No wonder Song's mother looked difficult.

It seems that the clothes she can wear are the same as yesterday's.

You can't wear it again today, but you can wear it.

Song's mother felt sorry for her and was afraid that she would be looked down upon.

But Liu Ya knew in her heart that some things, no matter how you shade the sun, things will not be different. It's like in the previous life, no matter how she covered it up, even if she became a concubine, even if she was locked up for more than ten years, how her surface skin changed, it couldn't change the fact that she was the eldest lady of the Hou Mansion in the end.

Heaven does not deceive.

She made up her mind in her heart, and said softly, "Nurse, is it okay for me to wear the little skirt I usually wear, didn't the first few **** embroider a few little chrysanthemums for me at the corner of the skirt?" Momiji also said that it was beautiful. I like it too, but there are no autumn leaves. ”

The innocent girl's glutinous voice crashed into Song's mother's heart, and she couldn't help crying.

Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, dipped on Liu Ya's shoulders, and in an instant they fell into the girl's white bedclothes.

She patted Liu Ya's back and said softly, "Okay, sister likes it, then we'll wear that little Qiu Ju's skirt." ”

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Chen got up early and put on his former layman's clothes and precept shoes.

There was no Buddhist hall in the courtyard, so she crossed her legs on the Luohan bed and slowly chanted the scriptures.

When she had finished chanting, the outside of the house was brightened.

There were two more little girls in the yard, and there were slowly some voices.

She got out of the bed, pushed the door open, and walked out.

The yard is not big, and in front of the wing house in the west, a hundred-year-old osmanthus tree has lush branches and flowers. Osmanthus flowers fell on the ground early in the morning. At this time, Hongye and Liu Ya were squatting on the ground to pick up flowers little by little, and there were already a bunch of yellow and clear flowers on the plain white handkerchief placed on the side.

Chen's heart stagnated, and he almost stopped breathing.

The two girls squatted there, dressed no different from the past, but the petite one was her daughter, the eldest lady of the Liu family, and the cousin of the Chen family.

A young lady is dressed like a girl.

Her heart ached suddenly, and cold sweat kept pouring out of her forehead.

Liu Zinuo's handsome face loomed in front of her, and his voice seemed to come from her ears, "Zhen'er, if I give birth to a son, I will take him to read and learn calligraphy, and I will also learn martial arts, which must be better than my father's Kong Wu; If she gives birth to a daughter, I hope that she will grow up like you in the rich and noble township that her parents dote on, and be a delicate child, and call our daughter Jiaojiao in the future, okay? ”

She clung to the shirt on her left breast, and the memories she had hidden were surging out like a long tide. The torrent of memories crashed against the levees she had erected, and the levees collapsed, and the floods raged and uncontrollable.

She shook unsteadily, and fell backwards.

Zhou's mother just went to instruct Qiu Ju and asked her to quietly go to the backyard to see if she could inquire about something, and at this time, she was carrying a copper plate and hot water to the main house.

She saw Chen's unstable figure from a distance, her heart was not good, and she didn't care about what was in her hand, she flipped her hands over, and ran over quickly, the copper basin fell, hit the ground, jumped twice, and there was a crisp sound of ding ding dong.

At this moment, Zhou's mother's hand was so strong that she could hold Chen's back, and she fell down with Chen's unstable center of gravity, but fortunately, she was fast enough to pull Chen into her arms, and she made Chen's back and hit the ground.

Liu Ya and Hongye looked up, and Mother Song had already run a few steps over to pull Chen up.

Mother Zhou didn't care about the pain, her heart was painful, she stood up and half-hugged Chen and cried, "Madam, what's wrong with you?" What's wrong? ”

Chen struggled to open his eyes, and said weakly, "I'm fine, help me in and rest for a while." ”

Mother Song was busy helping Mother Zhou, and the two of them half-helped and half-hugged Chen into the house and helped her lie on the bed.

Liu Ya pulled the red leaves and obediently followed into the house, standing silently at the end of the bed and looking at Chen.

Chen half-snuggled up to the head of the bed, opened his eyes weakly, and looked.

She saw the little girl standing not far away.

The little girl was wearing a pale yellow blouse, a goose-white small pleated skirt, and a group of wild chrysanthemums embroidered on the skirt side, which was delicate and cute. The fabric of the skirt is not good, and the simple cloth skirt is not outstanding. But against the delicate little face of the little girl, it is indescribably good-looking.

This is the arrogance that Zinuo has in mind.

If Zinuo was alive, if he saw his arrogant child dressed like this, would he blame her?

He wants to pamper his daughter and raise his son poorly.

At that time, what he said the most was that he should not be born in a rich family, he couldn't pick his shoulders and his back. He often said that if it weren't for his weak scholarly figure, he would definitely be able to govern the border city well, and he would definitely be able to take her and the child back to the capital, and never let her suffer with him.

His delicate child, now ......, now ......

Chen called softly, "Jiaojiaoer, Jiaojiaoer......"

She looked at Liu Ya and stretched out her hand.