"I wanted to put it under your pillow."

As soon as Mama Jiang took out her things, she calmed down again.

Fu Minghua picked it up and looked at it, and he also felt that his face seemed to be on fire.

It was a secret drama picture, on which the different postures of men and women were clearly drawn, she seemed to be on fire, her fingers trembled, but in the end she couldn't bear to throw this picture away, but carefully read each one, and remembered it again, so she put the picture away with a little blush.

When Mama Jiang saw her like this, her heart softened a little.

"Originally, such a thing should not be done by slaves."

Even ordinary people should be taught by their mothers, but when Xie is not there, only Mama Jiang will come to her to do such things.

Fu Minghua also knew this, so when he was looking at the picture just now, even if he was ashamed, he endured to finish it one by one, instead of throwing things away and making a delicate appearance of a little daughter.

"You're just worried about me." Fu Minghua leaned his head on Mama Jiang's chest, and Mama Jiang saw that she obediently tilted her head and leaned on her arms, and her eyes were a little wet.

She has been around Fu Minghua for half of her life. Seeing that she was snubbed by the Xie family, she threw her into her arms, pouted and drank milk, and babbled to the point of staggering to learn to walk.

From a girl with a childish face to a quiet and calm day by day, smart and beautiful, to Mama Jiang, I feel that I can't see her through.

Thinking about it, I don't know when she became introverted, or that in Mama Jiang's memory, she has been sensible and well-behaved since she was a child.

Looking at her age, even the Bai family, who has lived more than 20 years longer than her, is not as good as her, and whenever she thinks about it, Mama Jiang feels a slight pain in her heart.

She is much more sensible than people of the same age, whether it is compared with several little ladies in the house, or compared with the little ladies from a powerful family in Luoyang, she is not inferior in everything, and even more outstanding than others.

It was precisely because the Xie family abandoned her too quickly at the beginning that she worked harder than others.

"Slave maid, look, at that time, you followed Yuan Niangzi to learn etiquette." Mama Jiang stretched out her hand and stroked Fu Minghua's silky hair.

The long hair was only half-pulled, and the long hair had fallen under the edge of the couch, dangling.

"Yuan Niangzi taught you to walk, stand, sit upright and other postures, saying that there is a standing phase, sitting a sitting phase, you are not very old, but you listen carefully to every word." Mama Jiang's voice was lower, remembering the past, Yuan Niangzi was a etiquette lady invited from Jiangzhou, and she was very strict and harsh.

At that time, Fu Minghua was still young, less than six years old, and he used thin bamboo strips when he sat wrong, and he smoked it where it was wrong.

She didn't cry when she was beaten, but endured it, and did her best over and over again, so that Yuan Niangzi was satisfied.

"The slaves and maids all feel sorry for you, but you gritted your teeth and endured it." On one side of her arm hung a small, special bucket of water with silk thread, filled with water, and with a slight shake, it leaked out.

Once it leaks out, it will either be a punishment for copying the book or a punishment for practice.

Fu Minghua's arm was so hard to lift it at that time, and it was still Mama Jiang, Biyun and others who kneaded and pinched it for her.

Until she got better and better, acting and speaking in the style of everyone, Xie only saw that her daughter was well-behaved and lovely, and she didn't feel ashamed of her, but she didn't think that she had to endure all kinds of hardships to survive.

Not to mention the posture between the later walks, every smile and every action of bowing her head, there are things she has paid in it.

Others only saw that her mother's family was from the Jiangzhou Xie family, and they thought that her good upbringing, rules, manners, and bearing were all innate, and a sentence of Jiangzhou Xie's bloodline was dismissed, but they didn't know how much suffering she had suffered behind her.

"You are always so self-controlled, the elders of other people's families are always afraid that the children will be too presumptuous, and everything will be as they please, but the slave maid is most afraid that you will be too presumptuous." Mama Jiang's eyes were red, so she encouraged Fu Minghua to be a little open-minded when facing Yan Chai, and not to be so disciplined and depressed.

It is not for nothing that she has been able to get to this point, she has been praised by Cui Guifei and liked by Yan Chau.

A simple compliment from others: It has the style of the Xie family, but it is only after years of hard work.

When other children are around their parents' knees, she is reading and learning calligraphy, and when others are laughing and playing, she is learning all kinds of rules. When Yan chased her, every bit of liking and valuing her was inseparable from her hard work.

Fu Mingxia was always jealous of her, thinking that her usual demeanor was just because she was born in Jiangzhou, thinking that she had learned a lot because the Xie family had a lot of books and could marry the prince, and it was only because of the Xie family that she was lucky.

But I didn't think that when Fu Mingxia was held in her arms like Bai's 'heart, liver and flesh', Fu Minghua didn't have a moment of idleness.

"Now that you are getting married, Mama is also happy for you." Mama Jiang smoothed her long hair, and Fu Minghua rubbed her face on her arm, looking lazy and relaxed, like a little cat.

The wedding date is approaching, and Mama Jiang is also very busy, Biluo came in to call her, and she hurried out again.

Fu Minghua waited for her to leave, although she also felt a little embarrassed, but without the people taught by her mother, some things naturally had to be seen by herself.

She endured her shyness again, spread out the secret drama diagram, read all the maps in it one by one, memorized it silently again, and knew it in her heart, before handing it over to Mama Jiang at night and letting her press it to the bottom of one of her makeup boxes.

On the second day, Yang came over, looking a little wrong, his face was red, his eyes wandered left and right, and his mouth was slurping when he spoke.

She sat for a long time, and even Fu Minghua didn't dare to look at it, but said softly:

"Yuan, Yuan, Yuan......"

With a mouth, I can't go on again.

If she is allowed to sit down, she will not be able to speak even if it is dark.

She can come today, I am afraid that she was instructed by the Bai family, Fu Minghua saw that Lu Wu stepped forward to serve tea, she was a little cramped and uneasy, and wanted to get up to thank her, Fu Minghua motioned for her to sit down, and then asked:

"My wife came over today, but I have something important?"

"I, I'm here to read a poem to you." Yang endured the feeling in his heart and hurriedly spoke: "Have you ever heard: But the best temperament is not a husband and wife. Received, received by the elves, ......"

She stammered her back, and there were some things wrong.

Fu Minghua listened quietly to her snorting thoughts, but then he made too many mistakes, obviously he couldn't remember, so he stopped making a sound, twisted his hands and rested them on his legs, looking like he was about to cry.

"I know what you mean."

Fu Minghua understood that the Yang family came over, and he was afraid that he had obtained the Bai family's metaphor and wanted to teach her the way of husband and wife.

Yang herself is only half an old, she has only been married for a year, her face is thin, she can't wipe her face, and she can't remember the poems clearly, so she doesn't dare to open her mouth anymore.

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I would like to say two things.

My Minghua is not reborn, not cross-......

So no matter how calm and well-behaved it is, it's pure, girl, girl, girl!!

The important thing was said three times, she was dreaming, she knew some probability, but she was not dreaming of chun. (To be continued.) )