Over there, Qin Changhuan was still asking Xiao Yu many other questions, showing ignorance and stupidity.

No matter how beautiful the face was, the housekeeper didn't have much heart to appreciate it. Although the beauty is beautiful, but there is no ink on the chest, it is estimated that few people will like such a woman.

The men over there have already come back from investigating.

The leader shook his head at the butler and said, "No." ”

Apparently nothing out of the ordinary.

The housekeeper originally planned to leave, but his intuition still told him that something was wrong, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "I'm tired of Aunt Seventh to write a few words." ”

"Isn't it already done?"

Xiao Yu's gentle facial features like mountains and rivers couldn't help revealing some impatience at this moment.

Anyone who is suspected will not feel comfortable in their hearts.

The housekeeper smiled, but his words could not be refused, "Aunt Seven, be considerate, every aunt has to go through this process in the yard, and this is just a routine business." ”

Xiao Yu's eyebrows and eyes turned cold.

She picked up the brush and wrote some words on the snow-white rice paper on the table, the handwriting was lucky and flowing, and there was an indescribable look in the gentle simplicity.

It's a good word to look at.

But although the words are beautiful, they are not the handwriting on the note in the coffin. The butler only stepped forward to look at it twice, and then denied it in his heart.

He smiled and looked at Qin Changhuan, who had been standing behind Xiao Yu, and said, "I wonder if Miss Nine can also write some words?" ”

Xiao Yu frowned, "She hasn't read since she was a child, and she hasn't learned to write......"

Before she finished speaking, Qin Changhuan on the side interrupted her dissatisfiedly, "Auntie, what are you talking about!" I can write, don't believe me to write to you! ”

This Miss Nine is still a child's temper.

The butler watched from the sidelines, shaking his head secretly. People who like such a character will say that they are honest, but those who don't like it will say that they are too stupid.

In a big house, it is difficult to survive without a little scheming.

In the midst of his active thoughts, Qin Changhuan had already picked up the brush and dipped some pen and ink on the side, and began to write with a very serious expression.

Her movements are very chic, and her attitude and gesture are even more pen-walking, and she knows that her handwriting must be very atmospheric before she reads it.

From such a rough point of view, maybe there really is a bit of similarity?

The butler couldn't help but diverge some of his thoughts again.

He paused, and suddenly remembered at this time that there was a rumor in the mansion that Miss Jiu's appearance was very similar to the dead Qin Changhuan.

Qin Changhuan is a woman known to the entire Northern Yan.

At the beginning, she held a beauty fan in her hand, arrogant, and laughed recklessly at the changes in the world, invisibly stirring the world.

Many people regard her as a legend, and her fall inevitably makes many people sigh.

I don't know about the others, but if Qin Changhuan looks like Miss Changjiu, it has some credibility. Only with such a peerless appearance can she be lined with such a gorgeous woman.

Pulling his thoughts back from a long way away, the housekeeper came back to his senses and looked at the words written by Qin Changhuan in front of him.

After just one glance, the butler was shocked.

This crooked font, I can't make people believe that this is the words written by Miss Jiu of Chongyue Mansion, which is even worse than the words written by the three-year-old child.

But Qin Changhuan didn't know it, and grinned at the housekeeper without any image, "Butler, look, this is what I wrote." ”

"Mr. Private School said, these are the three most beautiful words I have written, look at it, isn't it great?"

She looked stupid, not taking this bug-crawling font as a shame, but feeling that it was an honor, as if she could show off to the other party.

The housekeeper was blinded by her smile, twitched his eyebrows fiercely, and then looked at these three words with a difficult smile, trying to recognize them unconsciously, "I, yes, pig ......"

There was a burst of forbearance laughter behind him.

Only then did the housekeeper realize what he had just said, and his old face immediately turned red, and his face couldn't hold on.

But Qin Changhuan behind him still thought he was not ashamed enough, blinked his big eyes, and asked suspiciously: "Butler, why do you say that you are a pig?" ”

"I don't think you look like a pig at all."

It's not a good word you wrote!

The laughter was louder, and the butler couldn't stop it.

In the end, the butler left in disgrace.