Song Jiayao looked at Qing'er, whose eyes were shining in front of her, and her heart set off a trace of turmoil. There is still true love in the world, but most of them are cold and mercenary.

If you can meet someone like Qing'er in this life, it will be a beautiful thing.

Song Jiayao didn't say much, there were some dark things that didn't need to be told to her, Qing'er just needed to keep her precious innocence all the time.

When everything is put down, the exhaustion of the body naturally comes up.

Song Jiayao was served by Qing'er to take a bath and change clothes, and the whole person sank into the hot water, feeling relieved physically and mentally.

The hot water kept steaming, and even the picture in front of me was a little hazy and I couldn't see clearly.

Song Jiayao was thinking about what happened today in a daze, and actually fell asleep like this.

Early the next morning.

Song Jiayao was awakened by the dazzling sunlight, her consciousness slowly returned, and she suddenly remembered that she seemed to be still in the bathtub.

But sitting up, Song Jiayao found that she had changed into dry clothes, thinking that Qing'er did it.

To put it mildly, she is the daughter of the general's mansion, but only Qing'er is alone to serve.

Fortunately, her bamboo garden is not big, she has any lazy bones, and Qing'er and Qing'er also took care of it.

It's just that...... Song Jiayao looked at the food and clothing in the house, and was obviously maliciously deducted. She didn't dare to speak out in her previous life, and she won't wronged herself in this life.

In a moment, Song Jiayao had already figured out a way. It just so happens that there are some new materials in the house, so let's go over with Qing'er today.

Qing'er seemed to be waiting for a long time, walked into the room lightly, and found that Song Jiayao had woken up, Qing'er put down the copper basin in her hand and carefully groomed Song Jiayao.

The most popular one nowadays is Qingdai, but how could Wang Xi let her use such a good material? Song Jiayao has always used the things scraped off the back of the copper mirror to draw her eyebrows.

There are still a few gorgeous clothes, but those are all in her hands because they can't get over the scene, and those good materials from the people below are probably selected by her sister.

Simply combed her hair in a bun, Song Jiayao picked up a white hosta and held it, without too much decoration, but the person in the mirror was more lively and lively, elegant and beautiful.

has not had a good rest for a long time, and Song Jiayao's complexion is very good. There was some crimson on his cheeks without rubbing, and he pursed his lips lightly, and the person in the mirror looked like the shy appearance of a little daughter.

In her previous life, Song Jiayao would only use outdated makeup, but in this life, she lived more arbitrarily, not chasing the current trend, but she also had her own elegance, and finally lived up to the good foundation left by her mother.

After choosing a plain dress, Song Jiayao took Qing'er Shi Shiran and went out.

The front of the bamboo garden is the coldest, and even the sweeping servants are reluctant to come here, but they are quiet.

Although Qing'er was a little puzzled, she still followed Song Jiayao obediently and did not speak, but Song Jiayao opened her mouth first: "Qing'er, can the monthly rules in our garden be issued on time?" ”

It's okay not to mention this, Qing'er gets angry when she mentions this matter. The young lady of her family is a concubine, and she should have been served by people in brocade clothes, but Wang Xi secretly instructed the housekeeper to deduct the amount and make their lives extremely hard.

Qing'er thought about it carefully, and felt that it was okay to be bitter, but she couldn't be bitter for her young lady!