Chapter 55: Blocking the Road
Shen Min hurriedly walked out of the Earl's Palace, touched the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, and pressed down the sour emotions in his heart, and there was a faint residual pain in the palm of his hand.
She walked towards the British Mansion at a very fast pace, almost as if she were fleeing.
She only felt that Luo Qilang was absolutely crazy.
Shen Min came out low-key and entered the mansion through the side door.
Shurui walked on the road back to the courtyard, holding the album of her father Zhang Zhifu rewarding her knowledge, and the corners of her mouth rippled with an irrepressible smile.
Qiu Shi, the big girl who grew up with her on the side, couldn't help but say: "This girl's book is very good, the master is very happy, and let the wife take you with her when she goes out to eat and drink in the future." ”
Shurui is a concubine, and her mother, Aunt Zhou, is very unhappy, and she has to pinch her mouth in front of Mrs. Liu, the mother of the second house, although she is raised in front of her mother-in-law, in the end, she is a concubine, and she will always be a head shorter when discussing relatives, before Liu sent her to Luhetang to raise her for two years in order to make the old lady happy.
At that time, Shurui really thought that if she served the old lady well, she would have an excellent future, but the old lady Zhang preferred to be brought up by her Shenmin, and ignored her for a long time.
But she thinks it's just time.
Slowly the old lady was willing to lead her, and Aunt Zhou began to behave again, saying that Liu's mother-in-law didn't want her to be with the girl, and wanted to dilute the mother-daughter relationship, so she wanted to commit suicide and throw herself into the lake, so angry that the old lady let her go back.
Fortunately, there is no other girl in the third room, she occupies the title of the eldest daughter, these years of groveling filial piety to her mother-in-law, selling obediently to please the old lady, and making her father feel that she is a talented girl who can play the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her status is slowly established.
She can only think about her future, if she really has to wait for Ji Lu to say, Liu is afraid that she will find a high or low one, and give her some dowry.
Qiu Shi saw that the wind was blowing, and he was busy leaning sideways to block the master, so he said: "It's the little young master's back that is stumbling, and the second young master is sorry to protect it, otherwise they will all be heartbroken, it's all the aunt's fault, and he clearly knows that the second master wants to check the knowledge of the young master and the girls, and he has to pull the little master to make clothes." ”
Don't you just want to send Zhang Zhixiu over, can you sell a good job in front of the master? shed a few more tears and told the mother-son relationship, so that Zhang Zhifu could take Zhang Zhixiu to her to raise her.
It's not that Qiu Shi said bad things about Aunt Zhou, but that this mother has never thought about her own girl.
Shurui didn't take Aunt Zhou to heart, she was a person who knew the times, and she never gave Aunt Zhou a mother, and only regarded Liu as her serious mother.
She smiled, thinking about what Zhang Zhifu said to the Liu family today, and was in a very good mood: "Second brother feels sorry for us. "Zhang Zhiyuan is a good brother, saying that if there is something, as long as he sees it, he will reach out to help, today she forgot the words, or Zhang Zhiyuan took a look and reminded her.
As he was talking, he saw a familiar shadow standing on the stairs in front of him.
Qiu Shi sighed, and said to the person who walked over quickly: "Shen Min, what kind of snow are you blowing at night?" What are you doing here? ”
Shen Min walked over, his eyes were indifferent, he saluted Shurui, and said to Qiu Shi: "I have something to say to the third girl alone, you go ahead and wait first, either go back or go farther, don't eavesdrop." ”
The words were cold and cold, without a trace of temperature, as if they still contained a cold coldness.