"Hey, sister, look over here!" The soft milk sound sounded from behind the tree, Song Wu'er walked in the direction where the sound came from, the shiny thing was originally the ornament that Xiao Rong placed on his head, and it flashed through the sunlight.

Song Wu'er chuckled and squatted down, stroked Xiao Rong's head, and said gently: "You little ghost, you are not honest with your mother, how can you have the kung fu to come to me to play?" ”

Since Yun Niang's mother and daughter were strongly invited by Song Wu'er to come to the Song Mansion, the three of them have lived together for several months, and their relationship has become extremely deep. Because Song Wu'er really didn't want to be rigid and squatting on the chair holding the fabric like a fool threading the needle, Yun Niang looked at her distressed appearance, and often couldn't bear it, plus Xiao Rong, who accompanied the watcher, always complained bitterly for Song Wu'er, and the three of them simply nested in the room and chatted with each other.

"Now, when my mother heard that my sister was back, she went to the kitchen to get some apricot cake for me to bring to you, she is now called by the old woman to make winter clothes, and she rarely finds time to come to see you, and I hope you don't blame you!"

Xiao Rong blinked his sparkling eyes, took out a small cloth bag from his arms and stuffed it into Song Wu'er's hand, and opened it to take a look, but there were only five small cakes inside, and the residues covered with half-oiled paper were scattered next to them.

"You little devil, you secretly ate your sister's things again, hmph, it seems that I have no place in front of you, alas!"

Song Wu'er, who knew that Yun Niang had a better temperament, looked at the unwiped pastry dregs at the corners of Xiao Rong's mouth, and pretended to be annoyed and knocked her little head.

"Hehe, I don't see that you have a bad appetite recently, so I am kind enough to share the trouble for you, sister, don't worry, you occupy a small half of Xiaorong's heart, second only to your mother!" Xiao Rong puffed out his cheeks and threw himself directly into Song Wu'er's arms to sell cuteness, and there were several big baskets of sweet words that smashed Song Wu'er a little flutteringly, who made the child's words always sound so convincing.

"Okay, for the sake of you being so well-behaved and sensible, my sister will play some games with you today, what do you think?"

Recently, because Song Wu'er is about to enter the palace, there is no need to learn from Yun Niang in the house in the future, Zhao took a fancy to her needlework and down-to-earth temperament, and invited her to host new clothes for the old and young people of Song Mansion, which caused her to be so busy that she couldn't take time to accompany Xiaorong for a while, Song Wu'er felt pity in her heart, and saw her with a bun face, she couldn't stop the warmth in her heart, and called Cha Xiang and Chun'er to play with her in the yard for a long time.

Night has arrived, Song Wu'er has received a hundred taels of silver from Chu Xun'er and Song Xuye, although she is puzzled why her brother and sister-in-law came to visit alone, but after all, they are not embarrassed to ask directly.

After bidding farewell to the second brother, Song Wu'er hid in the room and looked at a box full of silver taels, and fell into deep thought, if she expected it to be good, the Zhao family would definitely send her a lot of silver, jewelry or something before she left, although the palace needs to spend a lot, but with so many silver taels to avoid too much ostentatious, after thinking about it, Song Wu'er had an excellent idea in his heart.

Song Shoufu, who returned home from the next dynasty, dragged his tired body to the courtyard, and before he could open the door, there was a heavy pulling sensation from the hem of his clothes, and he turned his head suspiciously to look, only to see his little daughter staring at him with a bright face.

"Wu'er, what are you doing here, do you have dirty places on my face?"

Song Shoufu was a little hairy by Song Wu'er's direct eyes, and stammered and asked.

As soon as the words fell, Song Wu'er grinned the corners of her mouth and smiled ill-willedly, and said word by word: