Cui Wanqing shook her head and smiled bitterly, "Thinking about what I usually do, I can't even stand my own brother, and Qi Xuanhui can still disagree with Xu and continue to be good to me, so what else can I say?" ”

Qi Xuanhui's strength of not giving up already met Cui Wanqing's basic requirements for him, thinking that the two of them could stumble to this day, it was really Qi Xuanhui who pushed forward again and again.

Even if Cui Wanqing said that I was not moved, could she deceive her heart?

Do you really want to close the door of her heart that has been opened because of those grievances and grievances in her previous life?

"No, I can't, didn't the master say it? If I give up my hatred, I can get love, and if I give up the hatred of my previous life, I can get a better future in this life. ”

"Cui Wanqing, Cui Wanqing, now you can see clearly, right? How to choose, I already understand it like this, don't hesitate anymore, let people look down on you for nothing! ”

Cui Wanqing read the scriptures to the death in her previous life, and the back of the scriptures was smooth, but there are not many people who really understand the meaning.

Until this time, she understood what Daigo empowerment was, and sighed in her heart: "It turns out that the profound words in the Buddhist scriptures can really be truly experienced, and they are not written to fool people." ”

Cui Wanqing, who had sorted out a qiē, suddenly felt that her eyes suddenly opened up, and the small branches that were still blocked in her heart were also burned by the phoenix.

There was only one thought left in her heart at the moment, "What kind of gift should I give him?" ”

"The ones he sent me are all exquisite, all of them are careless, no matter what I do, I can't be worse than others."

She pondered here, I don't know how many kinds she thought about, and she didn't know how many things she denied, anyway, Yingqiao and Yulan outside, together with Fang's mother, had already taken turns to invite her.

said that he invited Cui Wanqing to go out for dinner, but he was actually worried about his little master, who was bored in the study alone, should something happen again?

But when she heard the 'crackling' sound, Cui Wanqing, who was in deep thought, slowly looked up to see that it was the candlestick on the bookcase, which was full of happy flowers.

She reached out and removed the lampshade with the beautiful woman swinging, got up and walked to the mahogany bookcase, took out the small scissors in the silver box, and cut the burning flowers.

"What do you want to give?" Cui Wanqing looked at the candle flame and asked herself, her ruddy little mouth pouted unconsciously.

I didn't expect that with her sharp temperament, there would be such entanglements, and when she couldn't make up her mind, Cui Wanqing asked herself, she really wasn't so sad.

Cui Wanqing put the lampshade under her cover, and didn't want the people outside to worry too much, so she absentmindedly opened the door of the study, and with the help of Yulan and Fang's mother, she had dinner in the west wing.

She wants to give her a hand-made bag, after all, Cui Wanqing is still very confident in the embroidery, but when she counts it, the time is obviously not enough.

Besides, even if Cui Wanqing can stay up all night to do it, the sachets worn by this man and the sachets worn by women are different in pattern and color, and the people around him, if they ask who they are made for, how should they answer?

This kind of mistake of being able to grab the pigtails lightly, Cui Wanqing doesn't want to make.

If you can carefully copy the poem and send it, you can show a little heart, but what kind of poem should you choose? It's hard to grasp this degree.

Cui Wanqing didn't want to go from one extreme to the other.

Sending a tea set? Well, Qi Xuanhui didn't give her too much.

Send an antique? In the small treasury of the prince, if you take out one of them, you will crush people to death.

Deliver some handmade snacks? If you do whatever you want, you have to be better than her!

The more Cui Wanqing thought about it, the more she felt that she couldn't hold anything, and she sighed again after counting the first few times, and vaguely heard Fang's mother ask something.

She replied casually: "Well, this cold salad is refreshing to eat, but it would be good to have less vinegar." ”

'Poof', Ah Tao was the first to hold back and laughed.

Fang's mother obviously asked, "Miss Jiu, today's pigeon soup has been stewed for a long time, and it is not greasy, can you use a bowl first?" ”

Listen, what is this Cui Wanqing answering? 'Just three strands of cold salad with less vinegar', this is simply a donkey's lips are not the horse's mouth, can it not make people laugh?

Fang's mother is old, she has seen a lot, and she is very tense, she doesn't laugh, she just takes the silver chopstick, and tastes it with chopsticks and three threads.

Only then did he smile, "I remember telling Shen's mother not to put aside the vinegar, but she just didn't let it go." ”

When Cui Wanqing heard this, her little face turned red, her heart was sour, and everything she ate in her mouth was sour, so she unconsciously popped out such a sentence.

Fortunately, she has always been calm, and she has reached this point, but she is still not stable, stretched out her chopsticks and took a bite, frowned and said: "Taste it again like this, it seems that there is no vinegar taste anymore." ”

Mother Fang smiled and put the pigeon soup in front of her, "Come, Miss Jiu, try this, see if this soup is sour or not?" ”

Cui Wanqing couldn't help but look at her beautiful eyes, and called out coquettishly, "Mama, you are making fun of Qing'er again." ”

One sentence caused the room to ring silver bells, but it was very cheerful.

For Cui Wanqing, two days is a blink of an eye, and it is time to go to the outer courtyard and see Cui Changjian.

Cui Wanqing didn't waste any time these days, she devoted all her attention to this matter, and in the end, she still chose two objects in the small warehouse.

No matter how she looks at it, she thinks that she can still give it away, and now she is waiting for Cui Changjian to decide, and it is as good as giving it to Qi Xuanhui.

At different times, in the same place, the same brother and sister, they sat face to face on the original kang.

Cui Changjian looked at Cui Wanqing, pursed the corners of his lips and didn't speak, in fact, it was really not that he didn't want to speak, but he was tired and didn't have the strength to speak.

He has been living a bad life these days, and he is even more tired than an errand, but fortunately, for his own long-term plan, no matter how hard and tired he is, he can't say that he can't bear it.

How did Cui Wanqing know that Cui Changjian had joined forces with Qi Xuanhui in private?

She thought that her third brother was still depressed.

This straight-faced appearance is to give her a dismount.

Cui Wanqing blinked her eyes, and there was a sincere and sweet smile on her face in an instant.

Looking at Cui Changjian opposite, because of this flattering smile, her expression eased, and she hurriedly took the opportunity to gently put the two small boxes in her hand on the kang table.

Slowly, little by little, little by little, push it to the middle of the kang table. R1152