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On the three poles of the sun, the snow-white window paper reflects the vigorous dry branches of the trees, like dead claws like stiff worms, sparse and messy, like a painting of ink.

On a clear winter day, there is not a hint of wind, and the courtyard is quiet, and even the sound of birds landing on the ground can be heard clearly.

Sang Luzhi took a plum blossom incense spoon and gently stirred the incense ash in the Boshan furnace, and was a little distracted.

The maid Aman walked over, and there was a bowl of dragon beard noodles in the red lacquer tray.

The soup is like tea, and the noodles are snow-white.

"Auntie, it's time for breakfast." Aman whispered, gently placing the tray on the table.

Sang Luzhi was slightly startled, his smoky eyebrows were matched with revealing eyes, revealing a look of sorrow.

Wei Zongyong rested on her side most of the time, so he usually had breakfast in her house in the morning.

These days, because of the eldest lady's business, the old man is with his wife, so he doesn't have breakfast at Aunt Sang's side.

According to the rules of a large family, the aunt is only half of the master, especially if she has not given birth, she cannot sit at the same table with the master and young master.

Therefore, after Sang Luzhi asked for peace everywhere, he still went back to his house to eat.

The atmosphere in the house was very depressing, and Sang Luzhi obediently stayed in his yard, not wanting to touch his head.

The lord and the lady have hardly eaten much in the past few days, and the maid is to blame at every turn, and has already sold several of them.

This is a anger that has nowhere to vent, so it has to take down people's methods.

Sang Luzhi has always said much, but he also feels that there are too many things to find in the house, and each one is more strange than the other.

It's just that she hides everything in her heart and doesn't like to talk to people.

In the morning, Wei Yishu and Wei Yijia came to her side to sit down, and Sang Luzhi never invited them, but when they came, they treated each other politely.

The two sisters first talked about the weather, and then they led the conversation to Wei Yimi.

They were all there that day, and they had seen each other in person.

Originally, I thought that Aunt Sang would be curious to ask, so that they could continue to talk.

But who would have thought that Aunt Sang deliberately didn't ask, and even diverted the topic.

They had to stop and gossip for a while, and then left.

Sang Luzhi doesn't like the twins, not because they are not from the same family, but because they are narrow-minded, high and low, and they are really not worthy of deep friendship.

Of course, this is only what she thinks in her heart, and it does not show it at all on the surface.

Ah Man urged again, and there was a layer of ethereal heat floating on the dragon whisker noodle soup bowl, and the fresh fragrance came up, which was the taste of chicken soup mixed with fresh shrimp.

Aunt Sang took a sip of soup, and it tasted very good.

The ivory chopsticks picked up the thin and tough noodles, and together with her plain hands, they turned white.

Accepting a concubine, to be fair, Aunt Sang's appearance is good.

Sang Luzhi eats noodles slowly and methodically, her meal is small, and she eats slowly.

There was a jubilant footstep outside, and someone shouted, "Miss Seven! Stand still, fall carefully! ”

Before the words fell, Seventh Miss Wei Yirong ran into Sang Luzhi's house, followed by Chunping, the maid who served her.

Wei Yirong is three years old, when she is most ignorant, she doesn't understand anything about adults, although Bao is strict, she only cries twice when she is beaten.

She was abandoned by her biological mother since she was a child, raised by Liu's mother, and raised for more than two years, so compared with ordinary children, she is not squeamish at all.

I usually don't cry when I bump it, it's just a little naughty, but it's not annoying.

In the past two days, Bao was busy with his eldest daughter, for fear of a mistake, so he couldn't care about disciplining her.

Wei Yi was free, so he naturally refused to stay in peace, and ran to the Sang Luzhi house when he was free.

Because Aunt Sang is gentle and obedient, she never scolds and scolds her, and will give her delicious food.

A child is like a small animal, and she can instinctively feel who is really good to her.

Chunping grabbed Wei Yirong with one hand, and asked Sang Luzhi to say goodbye.

Wei Yirong wore a pink skirt lined with silver rat skin, a gold lock and a peace charm around her neck, and the Bao family never treated her harshly.

Many times he even dressed Wei Yirong in person, so Sang Luzhi couldn't figure out what Mrs. was planning.

"Has the Seventh Girl eaten?" Sang Luzhi saw Wei Yirong's big eyes like beads staring at her noodle bowl, obviously wanting to eat.

"I got up early and ate," Chunping said helplessly: "My aunt also knows that the child can't sit still, so she ran out to play without eating a few bites." ”

Sang Luzhi knew that Bao's discipline of Wei Yirong was very strict, and one of them was that he was not allowed to eat sticky rice.

No food is allowed except for the main meal.

But how can a child have any memory, and eat less and hungry faster, the more Bao Shi does not allow her to eat, the more she has to steal food.

Sometimes the maids couldn't look at her, and sometimes they even picked up the crumbs of cakes thrown on the ground.

Bao said that she couldn't put on a high platform, and she applied more and more harshly.

"Ah Luo, move a chair over and bring the seventh girl up." Sang Luzhi was born in bitterness and knew the taste of hunger, so she couldn't bear to refuse Wei Yirong.

Every time she gave Wei Yirong something to eat, she had to stuff Chunping with a handful of copper coins when she turned around, so that she wouldn't talk nonsense in front of her wife.

"Auntie, auntie, you are so good-looking!" Wei Yirong screamed very sweetly, a motherless child is sensible early, and he instinctively pleases adults who are useful to him.

Sang Luzhi's heart was sour, looking at the bruises on Wei Yirong's little wrist, he felt that this child was really miserable.

It's a pity that her status is low, so she can only give her half a bowl of noodle soup and a few cakes.

"The seventh girl won't leave for a while, so I'll bother my aunt to take care of it for a while," Chunping said with a smile: "I'll go to the East Courtyard to get a trick, and I'll come when I go." ”

Ah Luo hurriedly said, "Go ahead, we are here!" ”

Sang Luzhi sandwiched a big yuan shrimp and put it into Wei Yirong's small mouth, watched her chew desperately, and then couldn't wait to open her mouth and wait for the next bite.

"The noodles are still a little hot, wait a minute." Sang Luzhi was afraid of burning her.

"If you blow it, it won't be hot." Wei Yirong said solemnly, for fear that Sang Luzhi would not understand, so he stretched out his face and blew on the bowl.

Sang Luzhi knew that the child must be hungry, and fed her a piece of winter bamboo shoots.

"Mother," Wei Yirong called Sang Luzhi, and his voice was low and timid: "Are you my mother?" ”

"I'm your aunt," Sang Luzhi corrected her, "You can't scream, you know?" ”

If Mrs. hears it, I'm afraid that Wei Yirong will be taught a hard lesson again.

"Can I call you mother when no one is around?" Wei Yirong has the intelligence of a little beast: "Don't call when there are people."

Sang Luzhi felt that the chopsticks and bowls in his hands had become extremely heavy, and he almost had to take them off.

Reason told her that she could never say yes.

Don't say that Wei Yirong is not his own child, even if he is his own child, he is not qualified to be called a mother.

"You better call me aunt!" Sang Luzhi's smile was a little bitter: "Eat noodles obediently, the noodles are going to be cold."