Moved back to Humble Vine Garden.

Yuechan was dumbfounded: "Are you because of ......" Yanqi, that muddy boy?

"Of course not, I'm here to take care of my dad nearby." Pei Xibao is righteous and stern.

Yuechan always felt that her young lady had been talking incorrectly and insincerely.

As soon as Pei Xibao decided to do it, the entire humble vine garden was boiling on the second day, and the servants and servants were rubbing shoulders one after another, just the rouge gouache and silk satin that moved the boxes and cabinets could block the garden gate, oh yes, there were pots of begonia flowers.

Don't fall, don't touch - Yuechan was trembling on the side and "scolding Fang Xuan".

Fang Shi looked at the appearance of the laborers: "Xibao cried all day when she moved out of the humble vine garden," the memory is still fresh, "Now that most of the wings in the garden have been demolished, and the horse farm is dirty and messy, can she get used to it?" ”

The girl Bao who lives in the Begonia Courtyard may run out crying again in two or three days.

Of course, the words were said to Mrs. Pei.

The old ancestor looked at the busy maids and said slowly: "She has grown up and is sensible." ”

Pei Xibao said that she wanted to catch the murderer of Pei Sheng, she did it, and her words pierced the old lady's heart, the little girl said that she wanted to help herself share the heavy responsibility of the firm, Mrs. Pei thought it was a joke, but now she has some expectations.

The little pearl that has not seen the light of day may be impatient to bathe in the sun and the moon.

Pei Xibao leaned on the flower fence and watched everyone clean up the room for her, busy and happy.

"Tsk, the maid on the road said that Bao'er's temperament has changed greatly recently, I still don't believe it, but now it seems that it is true." The gentle voice is like a tactful warbler, with a doting and excited tone.

I was yelling to move out a few months ago, and now I'm clamoring to move back in.

It is said that the wind is the rain.

Pei Xibao jumped up, and without thinking about it, he got into the arms of the girl behind him: "When did the little cousin come back?!" ”

The long shirt and green Luo skirt are all beautiful and elegant, and it is Pei Huai's daughter, Pei Yunjin.

"I've just returned home, and I'm anxious to see you."

Pei Xibao smiled: "My cousin went to Gui'an Temple to pray for blessings, can I draw a marriage lottery for myself?" ”

It was Pei Yunjin who quietly told Xibao before leaving, she already had a marriage contract, Ruyi Langjun was a childhood sweetheart, and the gentleman was a gentleman.

"When did you feel so shameless," she blushed with shame and still slowly, "I see that you don't miss me, you miss the mille-feuille glutinous rice ball." ”

She scratched the tip of Pei Xibao's nose and took out the delicate food box from behind her.

"I'm a man with a soft mouth and short hands," Pei Xibao was greedy, so he lifted the lid and nibbled on the small glutinous ball, which was soft and glutinous and greasy, and the sweetness was just right, "I left the latest rouge of Dansong Pavilion for my little cousin." ”

She saw Pei Yunjin's surprise fall on the corner of her eyebrows, she helped her hair bun and couldn't wait, the horse's neck collar not far away clanked, Pei Xibao's eyelashes curled and put away the food box and turned around.

There was no one in Yanqi's room, and it was neat and dusty.

When she tiptoed to push the door like a thief, she caught a glimpse of a blue bird falling on the window frame, blue and green but red pupils, and a long feather on its tail.

The door behind him creaked softly, and the blue bird spread its wings and flew away as if sensing something.

Yan Qi was stepping through the door.

Pei Xibao almost knocked over the food box in her hand like a thief who was caught, and when she saw the young man's inquiring look, she hurriedly explained: "The little cousin brought the most famous mille-feuille glutinous rice cake from Gui'an Temple, and I specially sent it to you," she smiled gracefully, "The entire Nanjun is only made by the master Gui'an during the spring blessing, and it is a rare delicacy that is hard to find on weekdays." ”

She added.

Yan Qi's eyes withdrew from the window and looked at the cramped Pei Xibao, who had nothing to do, and was either a traitor or a thief.

You can almost read it in his eyes.

Miss Bao pretended not to understand, grabbed the glutinous rice balls and bit her mouth while sneering, and shook her hand: "You really don't taste it?" ”

Yan Qi looked at her slightly upturned little finger, crystal clear: "It's not necessary to borrow flowers to offer Buddha." "The little girl's intentions to please are too clear, didn't he express it clearly enough yesterday?

Yan Qi doesn't eat this set.

Pei Xibao heard it, so he had to shrug his shoulders: "I like to turn feathers, I want to ask you for advice, I won't be stingy, right?" ”

There is a half-truth in the second-best words.

Yan Qi's eyebrows stretched when he heard this, and he actually had a noncommittal sneer, full of mockery.

"Miss Bao thinks riding a horse is as simple as making this mille-feuille glutinous rice ball?" The delicate eldest lady still plans to go into battle in person, but she doesn't want to face the Pei family.

Have one's head in the clouds.

Pei Xibao pouted: "I promised my grandmother." "Can't let her down.

"Has anyone ever told you that you shouldn't take what you can't do?" He has seen a lot of people who talk and talk nonsense.

Pei Xibao raised his head and patted his chest, and there was a potential in his eyes that he would not lose people or lose anger: "Success is in the sky, but it is in the people." "At least, she is worthy of herself and the Pei family.

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, not knowing whether he was really touched by this belief or wanted to see how long Pei Xibao's ambition could last, he casually flicked the ruler on the case: "If you can persuade Mrs. Pei, you can take the feather to the racecourse tomorrow afternoon." ”

Pei Xibao's eyes were shining, and he slipped out of the room.

Yan Qi looked at the light and shadow of the pearl soft skirt swept by the golden silk, Pei Xibao was like a wave of begonia flowers that had swept away for a long time, he picked up the mille-feuille glutinous rice cake she had bitten on the case, the young man squinted, and the ghost made the god almost bite down on the small tooth marks.

Soft and glutinous, with the fragrance of the girl's lipstick, sweeter than expected.

Outside the window, the bluebird fluttered its wings and blinked at the wooden fence.

The Pei family has mining rights in Nanjun, and Pei Sheng took the opportunity to split a horse farm on Shimai Mountain, which was only used for the adult foals of the Humble Vine Garden on weekdays.

Yan Qi didn't mean to make things difficult for Pei Xibao, she just wanted her to retreat, after all, the old lady felt sorry for this little granddaughter, how could she allow her to go up the mountain to learn horses, and even more worried about taking the place of the Pei family to participate in the meeting-

It's just that Yan Qi didn't expect it.

Pei Xibao is here.

No, she sat in a splendid sedan chair with more than 20 maids.

Miss Nanjun is afraid that she has not had such a posture when she travels.

The corners of Yan Qi's eyes twitched.

Pei Xibao jumped out of the sedan chair, helpless: "Oh, I told my grandmother that March Chunhui is suitable for flower viewing and leisure." She rubbed her little hands secretly, and made a silent gesture, don't let her grandmother know.

Really.

I learned to lie and make up stories.

Yan Qi was not polite, the servant before and after the saddle was sent; Carrying the flowers, pearls and jade, the step shake, picked; The ribbon of silver silk was removed.

Where did Pei Xibao dare to say a word.