[Chapter 4, Volume 4]

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Sakura Pavilion.

Wu Qianrou walked into the Falling Sakura Pavilion of Dream Language with a novel expression, as if she had never lived in such a courtyard. Although the movements are still very regular, the pair of dripping eyes still haven't escaped the sight of Mengyu. Listening to what Mrs. Wu meant just now, this Sister Wu's father should be a chief soldier. Judging from the official position she knows throughout history, it should at least be the second grade, which is half higher than her father's position. Why did the daughter of a chief soldier come to visit her not luxurious boudoir, why did she have such an expression?

They both sat down on the stools next to the coffee table, and after Mengyu told Xing'er and Tao'er to go down and make tea, let all the maids stay outside the door.

"Sister Mengyu, your room is really elegantly furnished!" Before the dream language could be spoken, Wu Qianrou praised with an expression full of envy.

"How can there be, that is, the mother helps, and arranges at will." Mengyu looked around her boudoir for a week, and she really couldn't think of where she was elegant and worthy of Wu Qianrou's envy.

"It's good that my mother never does it for me." Wu Qianrou, who was still smiling just now, suddenly slowly became depressed.

Mengyu shook Wu Qianrou's hands and asked cautiously, "Why?" Could it be that you weren't born to Mrs. Wu? ”

"It's true that I was born to my mother, but my mother never liked me." Wu Qianrou took out her hand, put it on her skirt, looked down and said.

"How can any mother not like her daughter, Sister Wu, think about my mother, although she is not my biological mother, we have always gotten along very well." Mengyu looked like Wu Qianrou, who was about to cry, and comforted.

"Sister Mengyu, you don't understand." Wu Qianrou paused, and continued to say sadly: "Not everyone is as happy as Sister Mengyu. My mother gave birth to only one daughter and did not give birth to a son, which is the thing she regrets the most. But my father likes boys, so he is particularly fond of several brothers and brothers in the family. When his father was resting, he would teach them martial arts, ride horses, and take them out to play. I remember when I was a child, my father also taught me archery, but I always didn't learn it well, and every time I disappointed my father, when I came back to my room, my mother heard about it, and she taught me another lesson. I also wanted to learn well to win my father's favor, but the more anxious I was, the more I couldn't learn well. Gradually, my brother became better and better, and my younger brothers grew up, and my father stopped paying attention to me. Wu Qianrou was happy when she said that her father taught her archery, but other times, there were some sobs.

Mengyu looked at the tears drop by drop, down Wu Qianrou's face, or on the little hands, or on the tender yellow Luo skirt, but she didn't know how to comfort her.

I heard Wu Qianrou continue: "After my father stopped teaching me for a period of time, my mother invited me a lot of masters, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, there is no shortage of everything. My mother said that if I could become a talented girl, I would be worthy of her hard work in October to conceive and give birth to me. It's just that I've let my mother down. Suddenly, Wu Qianrou's little hand full of tears pulled up Mengyu's sleeve, and said as if vowing: "I really studied seriously, at that time, all ten fingers were broken, and I endured the pain to practice." Maybe I'm really stupid by nature, and I can't live up to my mother's standards......" Slowly, the sobbing sound became heavier and heavier.

Mengyu picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped her tears for Qianrou. Seeing that Apricot and Peach were standing there at the door with great interest and not coming in, they nodded their heads and signaled. Mengyu picked up the teacup she had just brought and handed it to Wu Qianrou.

"Every family has a scripture that is difficult to read, and only oneself knows the sufferings in each one. The most important thing for us is to be worthy of ourselves and live happily. Mengyu said as she looked at the sky outside the door with a deep face.

Wu Qianrou put down the teacup, wiped her tears with a handkerchief, and said with a concerned face: "Sister Mengyu, how are your third aunt and second lady now?" ”

Mengyu smiled and said jokingly: "Why did you cry like a little cat just now, and now you have time to care about my affairs?" ”

"Sister Mengyu also knows that I care about you, tell me quickly, I am worried about death at home, but my mother is afraid that I will get into trouble, so she will not allow me to come to you. Now that the matter has finally come to light, my mother seems to have changed her face. Speaking of her mother, Wu Qianrou was always a little uncomfortable in her heart. Even the smile at the dream language was a little embarrassed.

"Mrs. Wu is actually for Sister Wu's good, at that time, I was still a place of right and wrong, and it was right for Sister Wu not to come."

Then Mengyu told Wu Qianrou about the recent events in detail, and Wu Qianrou was suddenly angry and sad: "Fortunately, in the end, Mrs. Lin and Master Lin knew the truth of the matter, otherwise Sister Mengyu's life would be over!" Compared with her own grievances just now, Wu Qianrou at this moment is even more sad for Mengyu.

"Yes, I don't offend anyone, but people like to offend me. If I were to be caught, they would rejoice and rejoice, but I would never recover. When Mengyu remembered those days, she felt infinite emotion.

"Sister Mengyu, don't be sad anymore, you have finally come to the end of your hardship, and your second lady will never bother you again in the future." Now the roles are reversed, and it has become Wu Qianrou's comforting dream.

"I hope she really won't come to disturb my life again, but this time, the most grateful person is Prince Luo's son."

"Of course, the prince is the head of the four princes of Kyoto. This time to be able to save Sister Mengyu from the predicament, it is enough to show the smart mind of the prince......" Sure enough, when it came to Prince Luo's son, Wu Qianrou immediately became a loyal fan of the modern version, and the praise for the prince was like a surging river, stretching endlessly.

"Stop, stop, although I am very grateful for the help of the prince, but the prince is not here, and if Sister Wu praises him like this, he will not know. Otherwise, the next time I ask my brother to set up a wine banquet to entertain the world, Sister Wu will spit out all the love in your center, what do you think? ”

Wu Qianrou, who was talking about Xing, just listened to what Mengyu said, her face suddenly flushed with shame, and she glared at Mengyu fiercely and said: "Sister Mengyu misunderstood, I, I didn't, I didn't admire, I admired Shizi, I just admired his talent." After speaking, he worked hard, very seriously, and nodded heavily, as if he was afraid that Mengyu would not believe it.

"Even if that's the case, maybe one day Sister Wu will turn admiration into admiration." After saying that, Mengyu lay on the table and laughed.

Wu Qianrou raised her small fist and gently slapped Mengyu's back.

"Well, it's really comfortable, when Sister Wu marries the prince, the prince will be able to enjoy it." Mengyu got up and smiled at Wu Qianrou while hiding in the direction of the desk.

"Sister Mengyu is too bad, see if I don't beat you." Although the threat was not a bit powerful, Dream Yu still hid happily.

It's just that suddenly there is no sound. Mengyu turned around and found Wu Qianrou standing in front of the painting that Shizi gave her.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Mengyu stood beside Wu Qianrou and quietly admired the portrait together.

"Well, my sister is as beautiful as a little fairy in the sky. On this painting, could it be the scene by the waterhole of Shuiming Temple when you first met the prince? ”

"yes, I don't know if Shizi still remembers the scene and can draw it."

"Sister Mengyu, will the prince like you?" Wu Qianrou looked at Mengyu with serious eyes, and there was a slight loss in her tone.

"How is it possible, the prince of the world will not like me. What's more, I have always known that Sister Wu's feelings for Shizi are extraordinary, and I will definitely not like Shizi. Mengyu shook her head like a rattle, but it still couldn't reduce Wu Qianrou's faint frustration in her heart.

"Even if my sister won't like Shizi, my sister can't guarantee that Shizi won't like you. My sister looks so beautiful, although her body was a little weak when she was a child, but now she is completely better, and a poem by my sister in Prince Luo's mansion last time made Prince Luo praise you a lot. Such a talented and good-looking woman, the prince likes his sister, and Qianrou has no accidents. ”

"Sister Wu, you believe me, the prince really doesn't like me. If Shizi knew that his sister was infatuated with him, Shizi would definitely turn into a soft ...... for his sister."

Although both of them are only in their teens, if they are placed in modern times, others will definitely think that they are the nonsense of two little hairy girls, but in this ancient era, when they were about to get married at the age of sixteen, the meaning is different......