(Girls' Literature) "Maybe Xianggong is afraid that I won't be able to adapt to it." She found another reason for herself, but there was a trace of sorrow on her white face, her eyes moved lightly, and she looked at the pear blossom forest in front of her, but saw a light green figure.

Tan Shuyan's fine eyebrows wrinkled slightly, lifted the skirt, and walked towards the pear blossom forest.

"Ahh The slave and maid have seen the lady. When the woman who was hiding and crying secretly raised her eyes, she saw someone walking towards her, and when she looked closely, she found that it was the lady who married the owner half a month ago.

She turned pale with fright and knelt on the ground.

"Get up, why are you crying?" Tan Shuyan stretched out her hand to help the tearful woman in front of her, she looked very feminine and pure, and a light green dress was as clear as a pool of spring water on her body.

It doesn't look like a maid or something, but she calls herself a slave and a maid, and she is crying in the pear blossom forest.

"The slave and maid miss the old lady, so they can't hold back for a while." She looked down and sobbed.

"Are you the girl next to the old lady?" Before Tan Shuyan got married, I heard my mother say that the old lady and the old man of Nangong Villa had passed away, and now some people miss the old lady in this pear blossom forest, presumably they have followed the old lady for many years and have a deep feeling.

"The slave maid's name is Li'er, and she grew up with the old lady and the young master since she was a child." Pear bit her lower lip, her voice weak.

"Young Master." Tan Shuyan couldn't help frowning when he heard this title.

"Ah, the slave should be damned, the slave didn't mean to call the owner of the village, the young master, it's just... It's just that I can't change it for a while, and I ask Mrs. to forgive the slave. The beauty pear blossom cried with the rain, and the tears fell drop by drop.

Tan Shuyan took out an embroidered handkerchief and wiped the tears off her face. "I don't blame you, don't be afraid."

"Madam, you are so kind-hearted, can you not drive the slave out of the villa." Li'er covered her lips, her voice choked low, not wanting to make herself cry.

"Why do you say that?" Tan Shuyan looked at her and was a little puzzled.

Is she that hateful?

Pear plopped down, knelt down at her, and cried and pleaded. "Madam, they told the slave maid that after the owner of the village married the lady, there was no need for the slave and maid to serve in the room, Nangong Villa would not be able to accommodate the slave and maid, the slave and maid had never left here, and if they were driven out, they would starve to death on the streets."

Tan Shu's lips sipped, and his voice was a little dry. "Are you a roommate in the prime minister's house?"

She finally understood, was she afraid that she would be jealous, so she would drive her out of Nangong Villa, and only then did she cry in the pear blossom forest, which the old lady loved in her life?

"Madam, the slave and maid really have nothing to do with the farmer, but the owner of the village is used to drinking the tea made by the slave and maid on weekdays, and when he is in a bad mood, he is used to having the slave and maid talk to him on the side, and when he sleeps at night, he is used to the slave and maid waiting on the side...... Since childhood, the slave maid has come over like the owner of the village, not what the lady thinks......"

She clarified every sentence, but every sentence was declaring the unreplaced tacit understanding between Nangong Qingjue and her.

Tan Shuyan's fingertips are slightly cold, if she is an ordinary maidservant, how can she dress like a rich daughter, and her husband does not share a bed with her for a long time, living alone in the main house, is it accompanied by this delicate beauty every night?

Or get used to it, her serving.

For her, the new wife, there is still a sense of alienation.

"No one drove you away, you go back and do your best, don't worry." Despite the panic in her heart, she still pulled out a faint smile and patted her thin shoulder.

"Yes......" Li'er wiped the corners of her eyes with her sleeve, and after looking up at her, she obediently gestured to leave the place. But after walking a few steps, she stopped again, turned around and told her that the owner had been coughing for the past few days, and after her throat was uncomfortable, the light green figure gradually disappeared from Tan Shuyan's sight.

Tan Shuyan's eyes moved lightly, but his father-in-law was uncomfortable, but he heard it from his roommate, and the slight bitterness in her heart made her a little confused......

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The moonlight dissolves and splashes a clear light, Tan Shuyan is wearing a tunic skirt with pear blossoms and leaves, a light plain shirt, gentle eyebrows and eyes, a shallow smile on a beautiful face, and a delicate bookish atmosphere, which makes people look extremely comfortable, and there is a porcelain bowl wrapped in hot air in the palm of his hand.

She walked down the long corridor and walked towards Nangong Qingjue's residence.

When the maidservants passing by saw the lady coming, they all greeted her, nodded kindly, and turned their eyes to look at the room in front of them that was still lit.

She hadn't stepped into Xianggong's room, but she heard Li'er say that Xianggong's throat was uncomfortable, so she specially toned some pears for Xianggong to take tonight.

This can be regarded as a part of her heart, and it can be regarded as relieving her of lovesickness that she has not seen him for a few days.

Tan Shuyan's pace was very light, and when she walked to the window of the wing room, she looked slightly, and saw through the half-hidden window under the neat tall bookshelf, Xiang Gong sat upright in front of the desk, Ruyu's long fingers held the red pen, and a pair of jade eyes oozing thick ink roamed in the account book, just such a simple action of approving the account book, but under the orange light, Xiang Gong was more elegant and noble......

If it is cold today, Xianggong is still alone in the office at such a late hour, and she can't help but blame herself a little when she talks about the cigarette, as a wife, she should serve a cup of hot tea or a winter coat at this time.

But just as she was thinking like this, the bead curtain on the left side of the room rang out, and a slender jade hand lifted the bead curtain, and a beautiful woman who was soft to the bone came out.

Tan Shuyan's eyes shrank slightly, this is the pear who cries non-stop during the day.

"Young Master, it's cold, take a sip of hot tea." Li'er walked out in a thin white gauze skirt, her cheeks flushed slightly, and she walked in front of Nangong Qingjue with hot tea.

"Yes!" He replied faintly, but his eyes were fixed on the ledger.

Li'er bit her lip, and swept the figure standing at the window without leaving a trace, her voice was soft, but with a hint of grievance. "Young Master, Li'er was burned when she was making tea, and her hands hurt so much!"

When Nangong Qing heard this, he raised his eyes slightly to look at her, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he seemed to be a little surprised how she was so abnormal tonight, and she was still dressed so thinly.

"Go find Sedum to get some ointment, rest for two days, and then touch the water when the wound is healed."

He has never been a harsh master, and if his subordinates suffer some skin injuries, they will let them rest for a few days first, and it is the same for everyone.

"Then it will have to wait for the young master to rest, and Li'er will go to ask Sedum to get the ointment." Li'er looked at him with smart and moist eyes, and said coquettishly.

Nangong Qingjue stopped the movements in his hand, his voice was still faint, and it was difficult to hear his emotional changes: "You don't need to serve here, step down." ”