Two days later, Hua Xiyan grabbed her son's little hand and was about to go out, when two aunts and aunts came up.

"Miss, are you going out?" A fast-talking aunt asked.

Hua Xiyan's face was always a lukewarm and shallow smile on her face.

This fast-talking aunt said like an open faucet: "Miss should be careful when she goes out." Maybe the eldest lady doesn't know what to say, but two days ago, a head catcher brought someone down, saying that there was a snitch in the county. ”

He gestured to what it meant.

"Yes. It is said that this snitch is looking for men. Pity the son of our county master, he was taken by the snitch and was tricked. ”

The cuffs were pulled by the son's little hand: Mother, are we the big thieves they say?

Hua Xiyan: o(╯□╰)o

My sister doesn't admit it, my sister is chivalrous.

But how did you become a snitch?

"It was the thief who first took aim at another carriage and wanted to rob the two men. Later, he said that it was not good to dislike those two men, and he changed it to the goal of our county lord's son. The son of our county lord has been robbed by this robbery, and his reputation is far and wide, and he can be said to be the first beautiful man in our Baichang country. ”

Hua Xiyan and her son: (⊙o⊙)

This rumor is a bit of a rumor.

Seeing that she forgot to bring the silver when she went out, Hua Xiyan turned around and went back to the house to get it.

Xiao Mumu stood at the door and waited for his mother.

The two aunts saw the stunning child's face in front of them, how could the magic hand let it go, and reached out to pull Xiao Mumu's demonic little face.

Auntie's fingers were about to pinch the pink steamed bun face, and a chill made Auntie's fingertips shrink back like lightning.

The pink and tender demon little face, the stupid smile of the mother's mother, disappeared without a trace in an instant, and what was left was a pair of cold black eyes, cold chill, bursting out on the little face that had lost its smile, and there was a terrifying momentum. What's even more frightening is that this momentum seems to be the innate, natural, and inviolable nobility of this little face.

The two aunts felt that they were dizzy from the scorching sun above their heads. This child follows Hua Xiyan, Hua Xiyan is a waste, this child is a wild seed, a small waste. No villager doubted this.

But now, they retreated step by step under the little eyes of the two people who were not close, like two deep pools of cold and cold.

Hua Xiyan put on the money bag and went to the door to take a look, and saw the two aunts facing the door of their house as if they were facing a great enemy, bowing their heads, her son's little paws grabbed the hem of her clothes, and her white and tender little face rubbed against her clothes and coquettishly: "Mother, mother-"

Selling cuteness like this, every time my son sells cuteness like this, he must have done something.

Hua Xiyan pinched her son's little face. I didn't think about this action, but it made the two aunts scream in panic as if they had seen the end of the world. Hua Xiyan raised her head again, and the two aunts waved their heads and retreated.

"Mumu, why are you bullying people?"

"Mother, they are tall, I am small, can I bully them?"

My son has a lot of bullying skills. Knowing the son Mo Ruomu. His fingers pulled his son's little face again: "You don't pretend to be garlic with me." ”

"Mother." Hua Murong was aggrieved, raised his small chin, and shouted aggrieved eyes, "They wanted to pinch my face, but I didn't let them pinch it." ”

Hearing that someone else wanted to destroy his face and wronged his son, Hua Xiyan made two compensatory kisses on the left and right of his son's face, and added education: "Good son, who dares to pinch your face in the future, you have to learn to strike preemptively and beat their heads into big pigs' heads." ”

What kind of education is this?!

The big red brocade robe lying on the courtyard wall listening to the corner of the wall almost fell down again. The little scholar was holding the soles of his feet, sweating profusely.

Hua Xiyan took her son around and came back, bought her son's favorite steamed buns, heated them in a pot for a while, and then put them in a large bowl. The mother and son moved bamboo chairs and sat in the courtyard.

The cool breeze was blowing, and Hua Xiyan urged her son to study as usual.

In the afternoon, a large carriage came from the entrance of the village to the Huajia Courtyard.

At a glance of this carriage, it is known that the road is a big family, two brown horses pull, there is a neatly dressed little guy sitting on the car, and there is a mighty pennant fluttering in the wind on the roof of the car, and a magnificent big character is embroidered on the flag: flower.

Good style.

Villagers hid in their homes and poked their heads out of their windows.

The luxurious carriage stopped at the Huajia Courtyard.

The little girl lifted the curtain, and it was not the master, the young master, the lady, and the lady who came down from it, but a grandmother. But this grandma's style is enough to open people's eyes.

Wearing a blue satin pinched placket coat, combed to a neat black black bun and inserted a silver magpie bead flower. With a pair of skein silver bracelets in both hands, a servant woman about thirty or forty years old is the most shrewd and capable age, with a flexible brain, cunning inside, and can run inside and out.

A pretty little girl with a double-ringed bun jumped out of the carriage and carried a small baggage, as if she were a little follower.

When everyone saw that a servant woman of the Hua family was using it like this, it was blind. Look at the courtyard where the eldest lady of the Hua family lives, the most dilapidated house in the village. Those who don't know may not even be able to tell who is the master.

The servant woman sent by the Hua family is indeed not an ordinary identity, she is a first-class servant beside Hua Xiyan's stepmother Yang, known as the Wang family. After following the Yang family for a long time, it may be the first time to come to this kind of rural wilderness, when the Wang family walked into the gate of the Huajia courtyard, he covered his nose with a handkerchief, and his expression was dirty and smelly.

After looking around the small courtyard where there was nothing, Wang's eyes fell on Hua Xiyan's mother and son, who had made two bamboo chairs in the courtyard. For so many years, the Hua family has ignored the abandoned mother and son. Seeing what Hua Xiyan's mother and son were wearing today, it was not as good as the little maid who followed her, a subtle line crossed Wang's face, and Shi Shiran walked in front of Hua Xiyan: "Miss, Madame asked me to come down and bring some things to the eldest lady, and by the way, let's see how the eldest lady and the little master are doing." ”

Hearing the words, Xiao Mumu, who was spurred by his mother to endorse the book, lifted his little brain from the book.

Wang's eyes fell on Xiao Mumu's demonic face, and he was shocked: I remember that when this wild species was born, it was like a kitten that didn't live long, and his voice was weak, and he couldn't even hear the cry. Unexpectedly, only six years later, this appearance, this appearance, is the best child she has ever seen in life.

Hua Xiyan seemed to be ignoring the Wang family, and took a bun in her hand and said to her son: "Mumu, if you recite another wrong word for me today, I will give Nini all the buns you want to eat tonight." ”

is the most sensitive to the problem of eating, and the snack seller Hua Murong puffed out his cheeks: "Nini, does it dare to eat me?!" ”

The mother and son spoke on their own, obviously drying her to the side as air. Wang's face was slightly pale, and he gritted his teeth secretly: Do you really think you are the master? An abandoned woman, a wild seed. The Hua family has long wanted to dispose of you like garbage. Without......

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