When Meng Wei followed Ye Zichuan to the door, she happened to see the figure of the Protector and the Protector Marquis in front of them.

Ye Zichuan just stood still, and he heard the excited voice of the Protector Marquis: "It's coming, it's Daddy's carriage." ”

As he spoke, the Protector took the lead and greeted the leisurely carriage.

The carriage didn't look luxurious, and the body didn't know what kind of wood it was, and then it was fixed with copper, but the curtain behind the driver looked extremely elegant, and the clothes made of this kind of fabric must be very breathable when strung on the body.

If it weren't for the traditional Chinese characters printed on the side of the carriage, I'm afraid she wouldn't know which one of the carriages was crowded around.

Speaking of the traditional Chinese character of 'protection' in the Houfu of the country, Meng Wei does not know it, and she has not learned it in the thousand-character text for the time being, and it is thanks to these days that she has been out of the Hou Mansion a few times, saw the plaque of the Hou Mansion, and then even guessed that she knew it like this.

The man who drove the horse came close and stopped his horse, nodded to the protector, and then said to the people in the carriage: "Master, it's here." ”

"Hmm."

An old but powerful voice came from inside the carriage, and the next moment the curtain was lifted, revealing a face that was five points similar to that of the Protector.

Maybe it's because the person is old, and the old lady's face is not as resolute and majestic as the protector looks like because of the folds of the skin, but there is a bit of kindness.

Meng Wei thought so, and the next moment saw the old lady get out of the carriage, with a long knife at his waist, the handle of the knife was a little smooth, it should be practiced from time to time, it seems that the knife is his beloved thing.

The old lady got out of the car, glanced at the few people who greeted him with a solemn face, and couldn't help nodding, very satisfied.

He has never liked extravagance and waste, and besides, the current situation in the DPRK and China is tense, and when he saw that the person who came to greet him was just the personal person of the Protector Marquis and the Protector Marquis's wife, he didn't care, but he didn't want to sweep his gaze behind Ye Zichuan, but he couldn't help but pause.

It was only a moment before the old lady looked away and entered the mansion.

Thanks to the blessing of this old lady, she was fortunate enough to follow into Si'enju, since she arrived at the Sichuan Courtyard, she will walk around the house in her spare time to be familiar with the familiarity, not to mention those vacant courtyards, that is, the courtyard of the Marquis of the Protector and the Lady of the Marquis of the Protector, she also went to a few times when she continued to deliver meals.

She has never been to the courtyard of the old lady of Si'enju, and the old lady is not there on weekdays, so the courtyard is locked, except for the people who often come to clean, basically no one will come.

Although I received the letter in a hurry yesterday, there was not a trace of dust, but the yard was too empty, and there were no flowers and plants, so there was no sense of popularity.

The old lady sat on the top, and the maid was busy serving tea and snacks, and took another sip of tea, feeling the coolness emanating from the ice cubes, and then she breathed a sigh of relief and felt more energetic.

"Zichuan, are you alright?"

Although the old lady felt that Ye Zichuan did look fine, he still had to confirm it when he remembered the news he heard.

Ye Zichuan replied respectfully: "My grandson is fine, I worried my grandfather." ”

"And where are you hurt?"

Ye Zichuan opened his mouth, and before he could explain, the Protector Hou said: "Dad, you misunderstood, it is true that someone stabbed Zichuan, but Meng Wei, the little girl, was loyal to the Lord and helped Zichuan block a knife, so Zichuan was fine, it was the little maid behind Zichuan." ”

Hearing the Marquis of the Protector mention herself, Meng Wei was stunned for a moment, but then she changed to He Yourongyan: "It is the duty of a slave to protect the safety of the little marquis." ”

It was the first time that the old lady had heard someone say that the safety of the master was his own accusation, and what he heard the most was nothing more than that it was the duty of his subordinates to serve the master well.

And Meng Wei, a little maid who seems to be only a half-grown child, actually said that she wanted to protect this grandson who was older than him and could also do kung fu, looking at the sincerity in Meng Wei's eyes, the old lady felt that her daughter-in-law had a really good vision.

Such a little maid who is willing to protect his grandson regardless of his own safety must have been chosen by his careful daughter-in-law.

When he hadn't returned to Beijing two years ago, didn't his son write to him saying that his daughter-in-law thought that a little maid in the house was good and was going to train a room for his grandson?

Well, it must be this little maid, otherwise what can such a little maid do with Zichuan?

Thinking like this, the old lady felt that the more she looked at Meng Wei, the more pleasing it became.

"Very good, you are right, if you serve Zichuan well in the future, you will naturally benefit from you." If Zichuan is satisfied, he will rush to this little girl's cleverness, and if he has a son and a half daughter, it is not impossible to mention it as a concubine

Although I'm a little younger, but there are benefits to being young, and I can still train well, right?

"The slave will definitely serve the little marquis well, old lady, please rest assured." As long as the sycophants are right, she will have a backer when she leaves the house.

The two secretly made their own little calculations, but they didn't know that what they thought in their hearts had nothing to do with it at all.

If Meng Wei knew that this old marquis mistakenly thought that he was Ye Zichuan's roommate, I am afraid that this old marquis was a pedophile.

After knowing that Ye Zichuan was not injured, the old lady's anxious heart finally let go, and as soon as this heart was put down, he had an appetite.

If it weren't for worrying about his grandson, he wouldn't have been able to come non-stop, in order to save time, he was just eating something in a hurry on the road, plus this summer was hot, and he had no appetite when he saw those hot foods, and the cold meals were not as hot as delicious, so he was just eating dry food to fill his stomach these days.

Fortunately, Quanzhou is not far from the capital, as long as a few days away, if it takes a few months, I am afraid that his old bones will not be able to hold on.

The old lady glanced at the porcelain bowl in his hand, and the contents did not look like they were drinkable, but they looked more desirable than pastries.

Reaching out to pick up the porcelain bowl, but not wanting to feel a little cold in his hand, he moved the spoon, why is the content of this bowl a little soft, as elastic as a sponge?

Meng Wei saw that the old lady nodded and picked up the pudding on the side, and was stunned there, whether she was moving the spoon, like a child playing with mud, full of curiosity about fresh food.

Meng Wei likes the happiness and enjoyment of others when they eat what they make, but this kind of eating is for fun, the pudding in the bowl is about to be smashed, and she can't help twitching the corner of her mouth: "Old lady, this pudding called egg milk flavor is the most suitable for summer consumption, you are tired of traveling, you must have worked hard, how about tasting this pudding, if you don't like this taste, the slave will make other flavors." ”

"Pudding? What is that? ”

The old lady was a little puzzled by this name, and could not tell what it was from the surface of the name, let alone heard such a word.

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