It's night.

Meng Ying leaned on the couch and fell asleep, and the little maid beside her gently held the wind for her, and the candle flame danced, like a beautiful woman.

"Madame!"

The sister-in-law rushed in, and the crystal curtain was knocked into a "ding dong" sound, and the little maid glanced at her a little unpleasantly.

Meng Ying still closed her eyes, supported her chin, and opened her thin lips slightly: "How?" ”

"Mrs. Hui, the girl is born."

She opened her eyes suddenly.

"Boys and girls?"

The sister-in-law sneered: "Madame, don't worry, girl." ”

Meng Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

The little maid beside her said: "The girl in the raccoon clothes is the girl in the, what is the blessing, what if you climb into bed, what if you are pregnant, what if you want a mother to rely on your son, you ...... it."

"The maid deserves to die." Meng Ying said coldly.

The little maid's face changed.

Meng Yinggui is the daughter of the prime minister of the dynasty, married to the Marquis Qishi of the north of the country, and occupies the position of the main wife.

Fortunately, it was not the son.

But after thinking about it, what is she worried about, her child will be a sister-in-law in the future.

A concubine, what are you afraid of?

She stayed down and took off her long skirt.

The moonlight dissolves outside the window.

A year later, the girl in Huanyi died of a violent illness, Qi Shi remembered the old love, and asked his aunt Du Ruo to take care of his daughter, and in the same year, Meng Ying gave birth to a daughter, and the house celebrated and named Qi Chenzhu.

Du Ruo took his eldest daughter to live in the West Courtyard, away from the hustle and bustle, and accidentally caught a glimpse of the little girl learning calligraphy.

"Qi Yueling." Du Ruo called, "It's your name?" ”

The girl held the pen in her hand: "Mother took it." ”

Yue Ling grew to five or six years old, and he was even more watery, his skin was better than snow, the tails of his eyes were upturned, his pupils were as dark as the night sky, and his red lips were delicate.

Not only that, Qi Yueling became more and more idle, climbing trees to pick fruits, going into the water to steal lotus pods, all of which were all connected, and even was caught by Qi Shi once over the wall.

The little girl was smart, coquettish and rolling, Qi Shi was soft-hearted, so he spared her and punished her for learning calligraphy for a month.

As soon as she got the pen in her hand, she couldn't sit still, and Du Ruo couldn't let her go wild.

In a few years, Qi Yueling will be even more different, perhaps because of the release of nature, she has a little more wild beauty with teeth and claws, Du Ruo feels that she is much more beautiful than her mother,

Qi Shilai glanced at his daughter a few times, and was stunned for a few seconds, brushing his beard: "A little girl can be made." ”

The only fly in the ointment is that it is too noisy, and there is no lady in the boudoir.

The consequence of her fame was that Meng Ying finally had a sense of crisis, and actually proposed to invite Yue Ling to go with her at the April Flower Viewing Festival.

When Du Ruo heard it, she didn't say a word, and she was asked to memorize poems for three days.

"Mama~" she called tiredly: "It's just to enjoy the flowers, what are you doing by reciting poems?" ”

This Nizi is doing the same trick again.

Du Ruo knew her trick and said, "Miss, the flower appreciation will be discussed, not appreciated." ”

Seeing that there was no turn, she stopped making trouble, and the sound of recitation faintly came from the hut.

"The peach is dying, scorching its bloom."

Du Ruo went to work with satisfaction.

After a day of closure, she carried Yue Ling's favorite red bean cake into the door.

Qi Yueling was lying on the desk, sleeping soundly, with a slingshot and a few stones in the corner of the table, Du Ruo's heart was like a mirror, and she reached out and pinched her face.

Yue Ling twisted, smacked her lips with the back of her head.

To Mama's relief, she muttered in her sleep:

"Peach's dying, um... Scorching its brilliance. ”

Dare to recite a sentence in one day?

Finally, the hanami talk arrived.

Du Ruo solemnly took out a gauze skirt from the bottom of the cabinet, which was not gorgeous but beautiful, and she applied some powder to Yue Ling, so that she could barely pretend to be a lady.

There are handsome men and beautiful women in the back garden, Qi Yueling doesn't know any of them, everyone wears gold and silver, and the hosta scratches her head, she sneered, and sat down with her skirt.