The manservant next to him couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh, "Childe, Xiaoxiao always can't tell if you're really angry or falsely angry, you tease her!" She took it seriously. ”

"Isn't it? Even you can see that she is scared like this, she is so stupid that she can't be saved! ”

Liu Liyue put the pu fan aside and laughed with the manservant.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at the two of them with innocent and aggrieved eyes, and only came back to her senses after half a ring, got up from the ground, and muttered: "Childe, you-you tease the slave again, the slave and the maid don't understand, you are gentle and polite for a while, uninhibited for a while, humorous for a while, gentle and considerate for a while, and sometimes a little cynical......"

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't dare to say the last two words, and her voice stopped abruptly.

Liu Liyue added: "Cynicism, isn't it? ”

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't respond positively, nodded, and continued: "Childe, which one is the real you?" ”

"It's all, it's all the real me, have you ever heard of chameleons?"

Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head suspiciously, Liu Liyue was no longer as respectful as she had seen Mrs. Shi, and her face showed a frivolous look.

He reclined on the soft couch, supporting his head with one hand and stepping on the soft couch with one foot, like a reclining jade Buddha.

"Chameleons are four-legged snake-like animals that change color with everything around them, using them to protect themselves from being discovered by their enemies. And I, a chameleon, will one day make myself strong and break through the clouds and soar into the sky. ”

Liu Liyue explained to Mo Xiaoxiao more slowly and methodically, and in the latter sentence, he deliberately lowered his voice, which he said to himself.

He is not a coward, he has his own lofty ambitions, he doesn't want to spend his life in such mediocrity, he wants to use his ability to fight for his own world. It's just that at this time, he is still too small, and he must keep his light and wait for the opportunity.

The manservant next to him saw that he was a little distracted, and stepped forward to remind: "Childe, it's three o'clock in the Shen hour, do you want to go to Sima Mansion or not?" ”

Liu Liyue came back to his senses at this time, sat up from the soft couch suddenly, and said to himself: "Yes! How could I have forgotten this most important thing? Come on, Xiaoxiao, hurry up and dress me up. ”

He hurriedly walked to the dresser and sat down, Mo Xiaoxiao followed him with interest, stood behind him, and asked, "Childe, what are you going to disguise today?" ”

His eyes rolled in his sockets a few times, and he replied, "I heard that Guan Sheng is infected with the wind cold, then—just the doctor, the doctor with white beard and sideburns, it is better to be like my master." ”

"Yes, Childe!" Mo Xiaoxiao responded and began to dress up for Liu Liyue.

Mo Xiaoxiao looked at Liu Liyue's familiar face in the mirror, and she secretly thought in her heart: Son! Childe, do you really not understand, or do you not understand? Do you really not feel my affection for you at all?

No, no, no, Mo Xiaoxiao, what do you want? You are just a maid, how noble is the son, how can you be a servant, a housekeeper's daughter can remember, don't have such non-trivial thoughts, otherwise it will only be you who will be hurt.

Her eyes were full of helplessness, as well as her sincere admiration for Liu Liyue.

Sima Mansion, in the Lichun Pavilion in the small courtyard where Sima Wansheng lived.

Sima Guansheng built a snowman more than half a person tall in the courtyard, and in order to make the snowman more realistic, she took off the hat on her body and put it on for the snowman.

The snowman is like a scarecrow guarding her, standing in the courtyard against the wind and snow, and the snow is covered with snow. The courtyard is covered in silver everywhere, and the flowers and branches that used to compete for beauty are now also covered in silver.

At this moment, she was dancing and singing by the heating of the charcoal stove in the house. The enchanting dancing, with the voice of the yellow bird, the long Buddha fluttering, the thin waist curling, the ribbons on both sides of the long Buddha with her dance, lingering around her waist, it is really beautiful, like a goddess descending to earth.

She can only sing and dance secretly in the house, this indecent state of "showing her teeth and dancing claws" is never dared to show to others.

The women of high-ranking officials and aristocratic families pay special attention to the cultivation of conversation, and have always advocated joy and anger without being visible, and the lotus step is like the wind blowing willows. The dancers are all prostitutes of the Qinlou Chu Pavilion. Prostitutes, or dancers in the homes of eunuchs, also have some street performers who practice dancing for belly wrapping. She is like this, and she is out of step with the world, which hurts a lot.

She also saw Ling's mother singing and dancing by chance, and begged Ling's mother to teach her. Ling's mother is a dancing girl, and she has learned some whispering since she was a child. On weekdays, when she is free, she can't help but hum and dance secretly.

Mother Ling waited beside her, watching intently.

Mrs. Wen beside Zhong Xiaoniang, with both hands in her hands. Entering the sleeves, the tip of his nose was slightly reddened, and there were bustling snowflake petals parked on his clothes, and he walked through the corridors one by one with unhurried steps, and came towards Sima Wansheng's boudoir.

When she saw the snowman in the yard, she frowned lightly and whispered: "The cold wind is biting, and there is leisure to build a snowman, no wonder it is said that 'Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road', with this heart, she also deserves the title of the concubine of Sima Mansion?" Bah! Isn't it just a good tire, who will show this linen and filial piety? ”

Snowflakes fell on the hat, and the snowman was dressed in silver.

Wen Pozi came to the outside of Sima Guansheng's boudoir, and when she heard Sima Guansheng's singing in the house, she also deliberately climbed to the window and looked carefully through the crack.

"Whew! This-this can still be everyone's girlfriend, and it's clear that you'll be waiting for the dancing girl. It's really insulting to the Sima family's style, and you have to talk to Zhong Xiaoniang when you go back. She finished muttering to herself, patted the falling snow off her body, stood next to the curtain hanging on the door, and said inside: "Second girl, Zhong Xiaoniang sent the old woman to pass the word." ”

When Sima Guansheng heard the sound, he quickly stopped dancing, stuffed the long Buddha in his hand into Ling's mother's hand, and sat down on the couch nervously.

Mother Ling quickly hid the Elder Buddha in her arms, and stood next to Sima Guansheng in shock, she took a deep breath and said, "Come in!" ”

Wen Pozi lifted the curtain and entered, leaned over slightly, and said with a smile: "Second girl, it's okay!" ”

"Mother Wen is the person next to A-Niang, when she comes to Guansheng, she doesn't need to be so polite, dare to ask Mama Wen, what does A-Niang have to say for Mama Wen to pass on to her?" Sima Guansheng tried his best to be happy and angry, and asked casually.

In the past, Sima Guansheng, in view of his relationship with Sima Daiyuan, has always been with Sima Daiyuan, calling Zhong Jiayun as a mother and treating her as a biological mother.

"Back to the second girl, Zhong Xiaoniang set up an altar in the Buddhist hall to pray for the blessing of the head of the family, hoping that the head of the house would return safely as soon as possible, and specially asked the slave woman to come over and invite the second girl over."

When Ling's mother heard this, she knew that she was going to kneel in the Buddhist hall again, she was worried about Sima Guansheng's body, and whispered: "Girl, your body is ......."

Sima Guansheng waved her hand and signaled not to say any further, Sima Guansheng smiled: "A-Niang is hard-working, we must go all out as children." Lao Wen's mother went back to pay respects, and Guan Sheng simply cleaned up and went over. ”