Nan Rong was startled and hurriedly kowtowed, "The eldest lady is angry!" This time, the slave didn't do a good job, and let the lady punish her! I just beg the lady to spare the slave's sister! ”

The delicate forehead slammed against the sharp broken porcelain slag, and soon it turned red.

Mrs. Guo glanced at her and said coldly: "Your good sister is much stronger than you, and she also has a fox face, and people can hook up with the master when they are born, and my good son is fascinated, I don't dare to touch her." ”

Nan Rong breathed a sigh of relief.

She has always known that her sister Shen Tingyi, the third son of Nanshuang Xinyue.

Shen Tingyi is the second son of Dafang, eighteen years old, relying on the excessive favor of his mother, Mrs. Guo, and raised a rich disease.

The famous gentleman in Lin'an City must have Shen Tingyi, which shows that he is not a good person who can be entrusted for life.

But at present, it seems that if Nanshuang wants to gain a foothold in the Shen Mansion, she can only cling to Shen Tingyi.

Thinking of this, Nan Rong gritted her teeth and pleaded:

"The slave knows that her position is low and weak, so she shouldn't say this, but Nanshuang is the slave's own sister, her father and mother are gone, and the slave and maid only wish her sister well! The slave and maid will definitely find a way to drag down the body of the fourth son, and only ask the eldest lady to agree to Nanshuang to be the third son's room! ”

As soon as she finished speaking, she was slapped in the face!

It was the hand of Dong Li, the big girl beside Mrs. Guo.

"Presumptuous! You are a mere, and you dare to open your mouth to make such a request to the eldest lady! ”

Dong Li scolded, raised his hand and slapped her again, knocking her to the ground.

Nan Rong fell into the broken porcelain slag, her face was hot and painful, and there was a heat in her body running around.

She raised her somewhat confused eyes and ripped open the placket of her clothes, "Hot...... It's so hot......"

Dong Li spat at her: "Shameless thing! ”

Mrs. Guo frowned impatiently, and said indifferently: "The rod will be punished for twenty and sold to Tianxiangfang." ”

Dong Li hurriedly shouted to the little servant to drag the person away, and then turned back to Mrs. Guo to pinch her shoulders for her, "Madame finally stuffed Nanrong into Ling Heng Courtyard to serve, isn't it a pity to sell it like this?" ”

A sneer appeared on Mrs. Guo's calm face for no reason, and her eyes were full of calculation.

What Nan Rong couldn't do, she asked her good sister Nan Shuang to do it. While the master has not yet returned from Qiongchuan, Shen Changfeng must either die or get sick! ”

As the night deepened, the two little maids dragged a bloodstained and dying woman quietly through the back door of the Shen Mansion.

……

The next day, the sky was bright.

Xie Jinci opened his eyes in a daze, and what caught his eyes was a plain green gauze tent.

She sat up and saw a small round table at a glance - the scene of the little brother and Nan Rong hugging last night is still vivid.

The little girl covered her face, but found that the bracelet that was taken away by Wang Baichuan had returned to her wrist at some point.

She happily stroked the mutton fat jade bracelet, and her eyes unconsciously looked into the inner room.

The screen embroidered with Hanmei Lixue obstructed her vision, and although she could only see the outline of the Babu bed, she knew that her little brother was sleeping there.

She clearly remembered that she accidentally fell asleep in the small kitchen last night, and woke up in bed this morning, and it must have been her little brother who carried her back.

And the jade bracelet left to her by her mother must have been brought back by her little brother for her.

Thinking so, the little girl looked at the clear deer eyes of the screen, and unconsciously became as bright as the stars.

She grinned and got up happily to make breakfast for her little brother.

There weren't many ingredients in the kitchen, so Xie Jinci thought about it and decided to cook a bowl of Yangchun noodles, which she was best at.

Fugui stepped into Ling Heng Courtyard with a food box, and smelled the smell of cooking smoke from a distance.

He came to the small kitchen curiously, and saw that the little maid that the fourth prince bought yesterday was holding a bowl of noodles and a food box.

He sniffed, and the gluttonous worms in his stomach were immediately hooked, and he asked with a smile, "Is the word cooking noodles for Childe?" ”

Xie Jinci gently covered the food box and replied crisply: "Yes, I cooked a bowl of Yangchun noodles, and I don't know if it suits my son's appetite." ”

"It must be incompatible."

Fugui was full of thoughts about the bowl of noodles, and subconsciously blurted out.

The little girl tilted her head and looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Hui came back to his senses, scratched his head embarrassedly, shook the food box in his hand, and explained: "Gongzi is more picky about eating, and he usually eats the jade smoked slices of Tongque Lou and the silver bud porridge of Shuyu Pavilion for breakfast. ”

Xie Jinci looked at the food box in Fugui's hand blankly, and couldn't help but step forward and remove the wooden cover.

The smoked slices are venison with a delicious color and tender meat, while the silver sprout porridge is made with abalone and bird's nest.

What luxury!

The little girl's eyebrows furrowed.

The little good impression she had for the young man who was gentle and elegant on the outside, but who was actually gentle and graceful in words and deeds, suddenly disappeared.

"The smoked slices are too greasy, and the abalone is easy to replenish and blood is strong, so they are not suitable for breakfast. Childe just told me yesterday that he wanted to change the light taste, so it would be better for him to eat the Yangchun noodles I cooked. ”

After she finished speaking, she took the food box and walked out, no doubt.

Push open the fan of the dormitory, and it was quiet.

Xie Jinci put the food box on the small round table, passed through the door of the cypress moon cave, and then bypassed the screen embroidered with Hanmei Lixue, and walked lightly to the quaint stepping bed.

"Little brother?"

She whispered.

The man in the bed was motionless.

The little girl had to get closer, and her voice was still soft, "Little brother, get up!" ”

The boy rolled over, facing outward, but his eyes never opened.

The little girl bent down and threatened, "If the little brother doesn't wake up, I will have to lift the quilt......"

The corners of the young man's lips are slightly hooked, the peach blossom eyes slowly open, the inside is filled with mist, and the end of the left eye is decorated with a little cinnabar, which is extremely beautiful.

Xie Jinci looked at such a pair of eyes, and he was stunned.

What does the little brother look like...... It's really a wonderful birth.

Shen Changfeng bent his peach blossom eyes, and his mellow voice was a little hoarse:

"I assert that little words don't dare."

As soon as he finished speaking, a small porcelain white hand stretched out to him in the sky.

"Who says I wouldn't dare? I...... Yes! ”

As soon as the little girl lifted the corner of the brocade quilt, she covered her eyes with a scream and took a few steps back.

"Little brother! You rascal! You sleep without clothes! ”

Shen Changfeng raised his eyebrows, "My sister's words are one-sided, not only did I not wear clothes, but I also didn't wear pants. ”

He made a gesture to lift the quilt and get up, but the little girl was so frightened that she hurriedly turned around.

After a squirming sound, Shen Changfeng had changed into a fleur-de-tail blue wide-sleeved brocade robe, and seeing that the little girl was still facing away from him, she didn't dare to move, and couldn't help poking her bud.

"Little words, are you waiting for me to fetch water and wash myself?"

Xie Jinci's small white face turned red, glanced at him, and ran out quickly.

After serving Uncle Shen to wash up, the little girl led him to the round table and sat down, opened the food box and took out Yangchun noodles, and said crisply: "Little brother, try the noodles I made!" ”

In the celadon sea bowl painted with brocade fish playing in the water, there is a pale yellow soup and snow-white noodles, and a little green onion is sprinkled on the top layer, which looks a little dull and smells good.

Shen Changfeng didn't take the chopsticks, but stared at the bowl of noodles with disgust.

"Tsk, didn't Fugui tell my sister? I only eat the jade smoked slices of Tongque Lou and the silver bud porridge of Shuyu Pavilion for breakfast, and my sister uses such clear soup and watery noodles to perfunctory me, should I be happy? Or moved? ”

Xie Jinci wanted to accuse him of extravagance and waste, but when she touched the bracelet on her wrist, she couldn't help but say nothing.

"Little brother, it's October now, and the folk are used to calling October a little Yangchun. Moreover, Yangchun noodles are a famous noodle snack in the south of the Yangtze River, and the little brother should be accustomed to eating them. ”

She remembered that the young man had retrieved her mother's bracelet for her, so she persuaded her with kind words.

Who expected that Shen Changfeng still didn't take chopsticks, and said critically: "There is not even a little meat foam, how can people eat this?" ”

Xie Jinci puffed out his cheeks.

What to do? She wanted to throw the bowl in her little brother's face!

"I thought, my little brother got back the most important thing for me, so I want to cook a bowl of noodles to repay my little brother."

The little girl continued to speak softly, her little hand gently caressing the jade bracelet on her wrist, and the deer's eyes flashed with a small light.

When her father and mother died, she was only three years old, and there was almost no shadow of her parents in her shallow memory.

A seven or eight-year-old girl, her lips curled, "The Yangchun noodles made by my mother are the best in the world, and my craftsmanship is only a little worse than hers!" ”

She stretched out her thin white fingers and carefully measured the distance the size of a fingernail.

"And the little brother spent a lot of money to buy me yesterday, so I should be frugal in the near future."

Shen Changfeng looked at the little girl's happy appearance and sighed helplessly.

"My sister knows at a young age that she wants to save money for my brother, which is really rare."

He slowly picked up the chopsticks and took a bite of noodles under the eager gaze of the little girl.

The soup is clear but not oily, the taste is fresh and the mouth is not dry after eating, it is ...... Something tasty?

He raised an eyebrow and took another bite.

Xie Jinci, who was standing at the table, tilted his head and asked softly, "How is it?" Is it delicious? ”

Shen Changfeng replied: "It's not delicious." ”

Then he picked up a basket of noodles and fed it into his mouth.

Xie Jinci pursed his lips and smiled, not debunking his duplicity.

A bowl of noodles in the sea was eaten by the young man, and even most of the soup was drunk.

He put down the dishes and chopsticks unsatisfied, took a snow-white handkerchief and wiped his mouth carefully, "I still eat this at night." ”

Xie Jinci smiled sweetly, stepped forward to put the dishes and chopsticks into the food box, and was about to take them to the small kitchen to clean, Shen Changfeng changed into a circle chair and sat lazily and crookedly, and said with a smile:

"Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju. Xiao Ci'er cooks noodles for me, and I also have a good thing to tell Xiao Ci'er. ”

The young man wearing a blue wide-sleeved brocade robe has a gorgeous and elegant appearance, warm jade eyebrows, and peach blossom eyes with affection, as if Tu Dan's red lips are evilly aroused.

The little girl looked at him and always felt that what he was going to say next would never be a good thing.

The young man laughed a few times to himself, and said in a good mood: "Xiao Zi'er definitely can't imagine that the silver I gave to that person is all fake!" ”

Looking at the little girl's round eyes in shock, he said proudly, "How is it?" Can't think of it, right? Surprised? Not surprised? Your brother and I didn't spend a penny, so I bought a servant girl to serve you closely, isn't it particularly witty? ”

Xie Jinci had nothing to say.

Little brother is simply a scoundrel!

Now she wants to throw not only the bowl in his face, but also the food box!

She snorted, carried the food box and walked away, followed by a series of words from the young man:

"Xiao Zi'er washed the dishes, and remembered to water the flowers, and by the way, I also washed the clothes I changed into yesterday. Later, Mother Wu brought lunch, and you went with her to get a few sets of clothes, you can't be so dirty all the time......"

Xie Jinci had already walked down the stone steps, turned back abruptly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Little brother is dirty!" ”

Shen Changfeng looked at her figure leaving angrily, hooked his lips and chuckled, "Tsk, I'm still a tempered person." ”

He took a cup of hot tea, and slowly scraped the tea foam with the tea lid, and the peach blossom eyes were heavy, like an abyss.