At that time, Mu Nianrou was leaning on the Xiangfei couch, holding a book between her snow-white fingers, looking at it quietly.

There is a furnace of snow orchid incense burning on the small table on the red sandalwood, the light fragrance is curling, and it seems to be smelling the needle falling.

Wan'er stepped in lightly, stood in front of the couch and lowered her eyebrows and said carefully: "Miss, the girl has been here." ”

Mu Nianrou seemed to have never heard of it, and between her eyebrows was still cold and rejecting people thousands of miles away.

Wan'er and Yue'er were silent and didn't dare to speak.

After a long silence, Mu Nianrou said softly: "I know everything." ”

"You...... Did you hear it all? Wan'er asked cautiously.

Mu Nianrou stood up at this time, put the scroll in his hand lightly on the kang table, and said lightly: "I'm not deaf." ”

Wan'er blushed, twisted her fingers back and forth with both hands, and said embarrassedly: "Miss Yan is here to give you a purse." Then he immediately said, "But the slave did not accept what she sent......

Mu Nianrou still had a cold face, and after pouring herself a sip of tea, Fang looked at Wan'er and said, "What did she give?" ”

Wan'er said: "It's not a rare object, it's a wishful purse embroidered by herself." ”

"The slave just glanced at it, so delicate." Yue'er couldn't help but interject and whispered, "It can be seen that Miss Yan is very attentive." ”

Mu Nianrou smiled coldly, turned her eyes to the window, pinched the tea bowl with her innocent fingers, as if talking to herself and as if she was saying to Wan'er and Yue'er, and said lightly: "What about intentions, what about not being careful?" No matter how good a person is, as long as he lives in this house, he will not be able to escape the fate of being tainted by this dye vat......"

"Miss, you?" Wan'er frowned, and stopped talking.

She knows that her young lady has not had a good time these years, Aunt Xu died of madness, she was born disabled, and she was always sarcastic when she was young, and now that she is growing up, she does not want to contact people, which is also human nature.

"No matter who sends things in the future, it's all gone......" Mu Nianrou retracted her stagnant gaze, picked up the scroll and lay back on the couch.

The long skirt corners dragged on the couch like lotus flowers, and she said in a low voice: "If you reach out and accept something, there is always affection, in this world, only the word affection I don't want to be contaminated......"

Wan'er and Xiaohong glanced at each other, and the two had to quietly withdraw.

As far as Mu Yan is concerned, although she did not give away her purse, she is not discouraged.

But Peach was in a hurry, and there was a lot of distress in her heart on the way back, and she sighed and said, "What can I do about this?" Miss Six won't see us at all? I won't even accept anything, and tomorrow it will be a joke again......"

Mu Yan only smiled when he heard this, and comforted him: "Don't be impatient." ”

Mother Qin saw that Mu Yan came back early, and she thought that Mu Yan must not have seen Mu Nianrou, and she must have eaten a closed door, not to mention how happy she was.

Carrying Mu Yan on her back, she squinted her eyes and snorted coldly to Xia Xiang and them, "See, right? Did you slap yourself in the face? Hmph, Baba ran to Miss Six to beg for tea, what happened? The sixth lady didn't pay attention to her at all. ”

Mother Qin took a sip on the ground, thinking that she was very relieved, and said with a sneer: "We are really blood mold for eight lifetimes, you look at the others, the ones who serve one by one are all serious masters, so let's guard this waste all day long......"

Speaking of this, he deliberately stretched his neck and said loudly in the direction of Mu Yan's window: "Faceless things, they will only do things like hot faces and cold butts, and I really think I am a phoenix, but I am actually worse than that hairy chicken." ”

Xia Xiang and the others were still a little jealous, so they hurriedly glanced at Qin's mother and persuaded in a low voice: "Mom, don't let her hear it." ”

"Hmph, what if you hear me?" Mother Qin raised the corners of her mouth proudly, crooked half of her mouth, and said disdainfully: "Those who dig soil are those who dig soil, and you still want to call slaves and maids to live, are you worthy?" ”