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As soon as Shangyuan passed, the imperial court opened the seal, and there were some rumors that the saints were going to move troops in various yamen, true and false, false and real, quite a bit of water waves. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Mu Lianxiao was very busy, and even after returning home at night, the husband and wife had to rest, and they were all called into the palace to talk.

At the end of the month, two more snowfalls were not significant.

Forsythia packed up her things, rubbed her hands together and went to the Bojie Hall.

She went to kowtow to Mrs. Wu to say goodbye.

Over the years, Forsythia has been decent and smooth, relying on Wu Lao Taijun's respect for her, and she is also very competitive, whether she served Lao Taijun in the past, or was sent to Shaoxi Garden, she did things neatly and carefully.

When Forsythia entered the warm pavilion, Mrs. Wu was drinking medicine, but in the end, she was old, even if she knew that it was a three-point poison, she couldn't cut off the prescription in her daily life.

said that it was recuperation, but in fact, at this age, in the words of the old lady herself, it makes no difference whether she is adjusted or not.

It's just that these words can't be heard by the younger generations, and they will only increase their sentimentality.

Besides, Mrs. Wu laughed at herself as a person who cherished her life, if these prescriptions could make her live for a month or two, she would be able to continue drinking them day after day.

Mrs. Wu prepared something to add makeup and asked Mama Shan to give it to Forsythia.

Forsythia's eyes were red, and he said in a dumb voice: "When the Chinese New Year comes next year, the slave maid will come into the house again to kowtow to the old lady." ”

Mrs. Wu put down the medicine bowl, held a date in her mouth, and smiled: "The old woman loves to hear this." ”

Forsythia saw that the old lady was happy, and she didn't think about it carefully for a while, and when she got out of the Baijie Hall, the north wind blew, she shivered violently, and subconsciously turned her head to look in the direction of the warm pavilion.

The windows were closed, so you couldn't see what was going on.

Forsythia tightened her neckline, lowered her eyes, and sighed faintly.

What Mrs. Wu meant was that she was not sure if she would be able to survive until next year's New Year.

When he returned to Shaoxi Garden, Forsythia had already collected his emotions.

Du Yunluo married a maid for the second time in this life, although she was not as intimate as Jin Ling and Jin Rui, but she had served her for two lifetimes, and Du Yunluo was very attentive.

Before leaving the house, Du Yunluo took out the silver and set up two tables in the small flower hall, so that Forsythia invited a familiar maid to eat and drink together.

Jin Rui went to use two chopsticks, and came back to serve Du Yunluo, so that the left-behind Roulan could be lively.

Rou Lanle went, and halfway through, she heard the sound of two maids muttering, her ears were not bad, and she stood downwind, separated by a corner, and the people who talked to her did not see her, and she listened to it all.

Those two were Jiang Yunuan's maids who married in, and they were dissatisfied with their own masters.

said that Jiang Yunuan was not angry, and took advantage of Mu Liancheng's favor in vain, but he couldn't even give birth to a son, and said that Jiang Fang's treated her with kindness and righteousness, and even chose the marriage to be promoted, but Jiang Yunuan didn't take the two of them in his eyes at all, and didn't give them a chance to get close to Mu Liancheng at all.

Roulan stood there and listened quietly for a long time, until the two were gone, and then came out of the shadows.

She pursed her lips, her brows furrowed, and a thought rose and fell in her heart.

It turned out that Mu Liancheng treated Jiang Yunuan so well, even better than what she saw on the day she went to the Yuan.

It's clear, it's not worth it at all......

Forsythia left the house, and Roulan officially became a first-class.

The cold spring in February is steep, and the adults are a little unbearable, and Brother Yan, who has been disease-free and painless, has not survived, and has suffered a little cold, but he is better during the day, and he coughs non-stop at night.

Du Yunluo was distressed, the child was sick, and he was no better than the adult, and he didn't dare to give him any medicine, so he only took something to moisten his throat and kept it warm.

Fortunately, Brother Yan'er was not serious, and the cough stopped after three or four days, and he was still alive and vigorous, holding the wooden sword given to him by Mu Lianxiao to show off his might in the courtyard.

"It's a child, full of energy." Sammo Hung smiled and said to Du Yunluo.

Du Yunluo smiled lightly, she knew that Sammo Hung's unfinished words, Mu Yuanmou's cough was too long, and it made people wonder.

Doubts are doubts, Du Yunluo also thought about it deeply, and even doubted Wu Lao Taijun's head.

It's just that no one has figured out what the point of such a cough is.

In other words, in these days, the actions of the second room are really incomprehensible, not to mention the bedridden Lian's family, only exposing this matter, Mu Yuanmou has given them too many flaws, so many that they don't want Mu Yuanmou to do.

Right now, Du Yunluo pinched the post handed over from the Pingyang Hou Mansion, and she didn't have the heart to think about Mu Yuanmou.

Du Yunluo looked back and forth at the post handed to her by Mrs. Pingyang Hou Shizi, and it was clearly written that the Pingyang Hou Mansion had already selected the child to be passed on to Jin Shang, and Mu Lianhui also nodded, and the day was picked on February 16, and the matter of the succession was done.

Du Yunluo asked people to send the post to Lian's for review, as Mu Lianhui's mother, even if Lian's can't go over in person, things still have to be counted.

When it was the right day, Du Yunluo took a trip.

Having a stepchild is not a trivial matter, it is rare, Mu Lianhui's dress is a little more joyful than before, and she wears two gold bracelets.

Mu Lianhui sat in front of the dresser, looking at Du Yunluo behind her through the bronze mirror, she raised her chin sarcastically: "I heard, they said, I don't have to do anything today, just sit there, wait for someone to read, kowtow, and serve tea." ”

Du Yunluo hooked the corners of her lips: "Otherwise?" What else does the townsman want to do? ”

Mu Lianhui chuckled, the corners of her lips were raised, but there was no smile in her eyes: "I thought that you were more familiar with this matter than me, and I wanted to hear what you had to say." ”

Du Yunluo breathed and glanced at Mu Lianhui deeply.

It's not provoking, it's not tossing, Mu Lianhui is simply doing nothing and mentioning it casually, but this kind of unintentional thing makes Du Yunluo very uncomfortable.

She actually doesn't remember what happened when she passed back then, her impression is vague, the only thing she remembers is Mu Lingran's eyes, those eyes that are seven or eight points similar to Mu Lianxiao, that's all.

"I forgot," Du Yunluo looked at Mu Lianhui with her cheeks and sighed, "After all, now that I don't have to think about that." ”

The current Du Yunluo is no longer the Du Yunluo of the time.

None of the surrounding maids and women could understand what the two were talking about, but they had long been accustomed to Mu Lianhui's thinking of a stubble as a stubble, and they would not delve into the meaning of the words.

On the contrary, it was Mu Lianhui herself, who nodded thoughtfully: "Yes." ”

The succession went smoothly, just as promised, Mu Lianhui was like a puppet from beginning to end, quietly waiting for others to do things.

She is the one who adopts her stepson, but she is also an outsider.

The child was written in her name, but she was not raised.

Du Yunluo looked at the child who was still walking and staggering kneeling in front of the tablet to offer incense to Jin Shang, and what came to mind was the figure of Mu Lingran.

Mu Lingran was bigger at that time, he could walk steadily, and he kowtowed.

(To be continued.) )ad_950