When Song Jiayao heard Qing'er's inquiry, a trace of sarcasm flashed on her face, and she said, "Of course, it's to get back what belongs to us." ”

Although the bamboo garden is small, it lives up to its name. The deep trail is lined with fragrant beads, which makes people feel refreshed.

Qinxiang Garden is full of flowers of warblers and swallows, all year round, all kinds of flowers compete for beauty, but also in line with the mother and daughter's flamboyant character.

For Song Jiayao, she loves this slender bamboo even more. Everywhere you look, it is verdant, and under the sunlight, it seems to be a row of jadeite, simple and unpretentious, but it has its own style.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, there seems to be someone dressed in white, holding a bamboo flute and blowing a brisk song.

Song Jiayao imagined a beautiful picture, but it was a pity that she didn't have such a capable person to cheer her up.

The master and servant paced in the house without hurry, picking a clean place to walk, and they didn't touch anyone along the way, and they didn't have to touch those intrigues.

But good days are always coming to an end, and when she smelled the unique fragrance of lotus flowers from a distance, Song Jiayao took away her relaxation and recovered her cowardly appearance.

Qing'er looked at her young lady's magical transformation in surprise, but she didn't ask anything, and bent slightly to follow Miss.

Although the name of the lotus pavilion is good, the construction is also very artistic. It's a pity that the general, as a martial artist, hates these things that make the ink blind the most, and the exquisite attic is used as a warehouse, and such a good viewing place is cheap for those who manage the treasury.

The destination of Song Jiayao's trip is here. As its name suggests, the lotus pavilion is built a few meters above the water, and the bottom of the attic is a lotus flower shape, all of which are carved from sandalwood, which is very valuable, and the lotus flowers in the pond set off each other, which is the place that Song Jiayao quite loves.

It's a pity that I rarely came here in my previous life, and I was just humiliated when I came.

Song Jiayao is wearing a long blue skirt today, the long skirt is just above the ankle, which is easy to move, Song Jiayao went to the attic without carrying the skirt.

The people in the attic were busy taking stock of the new materials, and no one seemed to notice Song Jiayao. Occasionally, someone sees it, but it is just a faint glance and they go about their own thing.

Song Jiayao knows that her status in the mansion is low, anyone can step on it, especially this treasury is in Wang Xi's hands, her food and clothing must be finalized by her, except for some rules set by the ancestors, Wang Xi is not as good as Wang Xi's pet big girl next to her.

Fortunately, Song Jiayao's mother also left some wealth, and Wang Xi was not good at embarrassing Song Jiayao too much, so she didn't starve to death all these years.

After thinking about it, Song Jiayao and Qing'er had already stepped into the Lotus Pavilion. There is not too much decoration in the pavilion, it is still the same as when it was built, and the rows of cabinets do not match this elegant realm at all.

The head of the treasury was busy recording and liquidating, and when he felt that someone was coming, he looked up in a hurry and saw that it was Song Jiayao, so he immediately lowered his head and ignored it.

Song Jiayao was not angry or annoyed, walked to the table and lightly buckled the wooden table, and said, "We should also send out this month's quota, and there is a new piece of material, should you also give me a look?" ”

When the manager heard Song Jiayao's words, he raised his head in surprise, and for a moment thought that he had seen the wrong person. How could it be this eldest lady who is so arrogant? If the second lady comes, he will not say a word and offer good materials for her to see.