"If you are not a sycamore, you will not eat if you are not practicing a lot, and you will not drink if you are not a liquan.

Chicken head, swallow jaw, snake neck, turtle back, fish tail, five-colored, six feet high. ”

Yang Ruilin was lying on her bedside, his fingers hooking her broken hair, his expression was nostalgic, as if he was reminiscing about something.

"Little Phoenix, don't you remember me?"

……

Her eyelashes trembled, and Apple opened her eyes, leaving the head of her bed empty.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up, half of her shoulders hanging out.

There was still nothing at the head of the bed.

While studying how to make up, the little maid heard the movement in the house and pushed the door tremblingly to say goodbye.

"Miss, your hair is not combed like this." The little maid lowered her eyebrows and looked well-behaved, "Li'er, let Li'er help you make up." ”

Apple stroked the texture of the comb and softened her attitude as she glanced at the little maid who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Your name is 'Lil'?" Ping asked, handing the comb to the little girl.

"Yes. Li'er accompanied Miss to Yuefu yesterday and yesterday. ”

Apple nodded, indicating that she remembered.

Li'er is a little maid specially arranged for Ping by Yan Danren, and she accompanied Ping in the carriage all day yesterday, and when Ping was hysterical in the main hall, she also stepped forward to help her.

"Chi Apple, His Royal Highness will send you a little maid." At that time, Yan Danren was gnawing on pears, clicking, and his cheeks were bulging, "Be a companion, you women like to pull people into the boudoir to chat." ”

That being said.

How can a close friend come by so easily?

Apple sat upright, dozing off slightly, and the little maid diligently helped Miss Apple clean up her stray hair.

At first glance, it is quiet and leisurely, with one master and one servant. Get along well.

The little girl's fingers occasionally touched the tips of Apple's ears, but they were cold.

"Are you cold?" Appleface asked, expressionless.

"No, it's not cold. Lil is not cold. In the mirror, Miss Ping's eyes were cold, and the little maid felt terrified.

"You're stammering?"

"No, Lil, not a stammer." The little maid stumbled back.

“…… Well. ”

I still remember yesterday at noon, under the harsh sun, Ping, who was awakened by the clear water, was soaked and followed her subordinates to the guest room for her, and half of the people in the mansion had heard of it.

The third lady, Le Ping, is a madman.

The eldest son and the second son naturally knew about it.

The eldest prince was born to his deceased ex-wife He Yi.

The second son, Lebi, sat cross-legged facing the wall, carving his nails on the wall: "You really gave birth to a sister for me?" ”

In the room, Bai Xiuwen, who was standing in the corner with her back against the wall, answered weakly.

"Sort of."

In all fairness, although Lebi is not doing his job properly and lacks roots in his brain, he is not stupid.

Sixteen years ago, Bai Xiuwen brought the young and ignorant Le Bi to Le Fu and said that Le Pi was Le Qusen's own son.

Now, Bai Xiuwen brought "Le Ping" into Le Fu and said that "Le Ping" was Le Qusen's own daughter.

Moreover, as a teacher of a country, Le Qusen actually accepted all the orders.

No matter how you look at it, Le Qusen is a cheap dad!

Lebi sweated on his forehead: "Did you give birth to me?" ”

Bai Xiuwen was silent.

"Is my dad my daddy?"

Bai Xiuwen remained silent.

"Is Le Ping my father's child?" Lebi continued to ask.

Bai Xiuwen wanted to say, no, no, no!

Lebi was not born to her, nor was she born.

Le Ping was forcibly stuffed by a group of guys who called themselves "Guangyi Society".

Bai Xiuwen didn't know what Guangyi would want to do, he didn't know what the Fire Yuan God was, and he didn't know where his biological daughter was.

"Both," Bai Xiuwen heard her answer, and in order to protect herself, she didn't dare to tell the truth, "You and Le Ping are dragon and phoenix fetuses." ”

"Dragon and phoenix fetus?" Lebi frowned.

"Yes."

"I see." Lebi's face suddenly realized, drunk and dreamed of death, mixed feelings, and blood was thicker than water...... He believed she was a ghost.

The man who grew in Lequsen was tall and big, and Lebi looked like a small quail.

Bai Xiuwen's eyebrows are clear and beautiful, and Lebi looks like a small quail.

How can he convince himself of this!

Lebi continued to carve the wall skin with his fingernails.

"Mother today," Bai Xiuwen was about to leave, "I just want to come and see you, your father won't lock you up for too long." Mother will try to let you end the wall as soon as possible. You also want to get along with Leping. ”

After a few words, Bai Xiuwen left.

Lebi lowered his head, and his fingers were full of white wall skin.

"You are not my father, who is my father......"

*

"Aunt Li'er."

"Aunt Li'er."

"Hey, what's wrong?" Li'er, who is in her thirties, is doing needlework, and the eldest son's clothes are torn, and Li'er is repairing them.

The eldest prince is diligent and thrifty, and his clothes are rarely worn a few times and then they are wasted.

The person who came whispered: "The third lady of our house, there is a little maid next to her, and she has the same name as Aunt Li'er!" ”

"What?" Aunt Li'er didn't hear clearly.

"The third lady's maid is also called Li'er!" This time it was a little louder.

Aunt Li'er smiled, and the needlework shuttled neatly: "Harm, let's be cheap, there are many duplicate names for dogs and iron eggs, and Li'er is not unusual." ”

"Aunt Li'er, the third lady is scary, like a water ghost, just fished out of the lake." The mouth of the person who came was broken, and the gossip was tight, "One hand is bloody, and I heard that it was bitten by myself." ”

"Pure nonsense."

Aunt Li'er was still smiling.

"When Mrs. got married, she picked a flower in the garden, and her finger was broken, so that someone with a heart could see it, and she insisted that Lejia was going to decline, and Mrs. Lejia had to do needlework to support her family, and her finger was punctured by a needle...... Where to use these miscellaneous things of the lady, you guys, pure nonsense, nonsense. ”

She smiled and smiled, her expression a little sad.

"Third Miss's hand, have you seen it with the doctor?" Aunt Li'er asked suddenly.

"No, the master seems to hate the third lady, so no one called it. But I looked, the little girl took the cloth and medicine and went to the guest room, and it should be cured. ”

Aunt Li'er nodded and said, "That's good." ”

Back then, the master He Yi married into the Lejia, and others looked respectful, but in fact, no one cared about the warmth and coldness. At that time, the young Li'er, after being busy, the master's hand was broken, and she was the only one who was very careful, as if she was seriously ill.

Fortunately, these three young ladies also have a Lier, otherwise she is a girl, how would she live in the cold Yuefu.

"Where does the third lady live?" Aunt Li'er asked again.

"Guest room."

"Rooms? She's a young lady. ”

The person who came mysteriously glanced at Aunt Li'er: Who knows if it's true.

Aunt Li'er understood.

Bai Xiuwen.

The third lady is Bai Xiuwen's child.

The fox spirit Bai Xiu is gentle and her fox cubs are all here to suck blood.

The master He Yi was killed by the people in the palace, the people in Yuefu, and Bai Xiuwen.

The thin needle pierced the fingertips, just like He Yi back then, Aunt Li'er watched the blood spots expand in a daze.

"Oh, Aunt Li'er, why are you so careless!"

"Out of the way." Aunt Li'er smiled, "It's because I'm old and confused." ”