The bright eyes met a pair of clear eyes at a glance.

"Grandmother, she ......"

The girl pointed to the owner of the eyes, and her voice was soft and soft.

"What's your name?"

The old lady smiled at the corner of her lips and walked in front of the man.

The little maid's facial features are passable, but her face is dusty, and the brilliance of her face has been weakened by half.

"Slave Lianbi."

Mrs. Ming bent her eyebrows, and her voice smiled, "Lian Bi, in the future, you will follow Miss Tang." ”

"Yes."

Lian Bi bent down his knees and lowered his eyes lightly.

Mingyan bit his lower lip, Lian Bi, this name is so familiar......

The system analyzed the original book for Mingyan in a timely manner, "Lian Bi appeared in chapter 166 of the original book, in that chapter, the second male Fu Changliang almost fell off the cliff to help the female protagonist get medicine, and at the critical moment, it was Lian Bi who saved the second male being. ”

Mingyan always felt that the one who could save Fu Changliang should be a strange woman with strong martial arts, but ......

Lian Bi lowered his eyebrows and looked pleasing to his eyes, as if he had no temper.

The woman who can save the future tyrant Fu Changliang will appear in the Ming Mansion?

After Mingyan thanked him obediently, he took Lian Bi behind him.

Then the old lady smiled and pulled the little girl affectionately.

"Go, grandmother will take you to see your parents' house, and when the time comes, tell your aunt to move in with you."

A flower was on the verge of wrinkling her face.

An old man and a young man walked side by side, and then left as they came.

*

The snow kept falling, and the ground was white.

The bright eyes of a small blue jacket stepped a few steps into the snow, shivered, and then retracted his legs and stood back in the corridor.

This is Hanxin Garden, the house of the original owner's parents, and Mingyan only moved in with Ming Anrou a few days ago.

When I came, there was only dust left in the house, except for some common furnishings.

Apricot eyes looked west.

It's time to bring some snacks to see Lin'er......

Mingyan pocketed some freshly made red date cakes in a small cloth bag, put them into the small baggage of the blue cotton jacket, and then set off.

Westinghouse firewood

"Miss, the slave is guarding outside the door, you go in."

Lian Bimu stood outside the door with a wooden face, standing side by side with the cold-faced shadow guard guarding in front of the door of the Westinghouse firewood room.

Mingyan pushed open the door, and the apricot eyes swept down.

A few days ago, Lin'er was seriously ill, and her lips were only pale.

And now?

Lin'er's face was completely drained of blood, and she was dressed in white, like a female ghost.

Once upon a time, there was a four-point resemblance to her.

Now there is not even a point.

She sat starlessly on the cold ground, her hands folded in front of her legs, a gesture of self-preservation.

There was also a bowl with yellowed steamed buns at his feet.

Seeing that Mingyan was coming, she lifted her eyelids weakly, as if she were rolling her eyes.

The weak maid who sat on the ground saw two figures appear under her eyes.

She frowned in disgust, why were the two figures all her useless young lady?

Ming's eyes chuckled, and the small dimples on the right side of her face appeared, and she squatted down by herself.

She rolled up the corners of her sleeves and gently picked up the cold and stiff steamed buns between her fingertips.

Now, it's so miserable, the judge of change should not have a good end.

"Lin'er, if you want to go out, I can ...... Send you out. This steamed bun is so hard that it doesn't seem to be like words, it really hurts you. ”

The girl's voice was soft, and her frowning eyebrows were written with pity.

Gentle and gentle, but it seems to be composing a song that takes people into the abyss.

The two figures gradually merged into one, and Lin'er realized that this was not an illusion.

'I can send you out.' ‘

Like a man floating in the middle of a lake about to lose his chance of survival grasping dead wood, Lin'er wanted to clutch at this sentence hovering in her mind.

Mingyan threw the steamed bun back into the bowl and stared at Lin'er quietly, "You, you just mistrusted others, right?" ”

In the afterglow, he caught a glimpse of the ground flickering.