In the garden, a little maid of about fifteen or sixteen walked towards the octagonal gazebo.

"Slave Xia He, meet the two adults, it is now approaching, the kitchen has prepared breakfast, the master has been handling the case overnight, and he will not be idle here, worried that the two adults are hungry, so he specially asked the slave to invite the two adults to have breakfast first."

The person who came was the maid of Cai Zuodao's house, who was clever, and invited Qinghe to have breakfast while not forgetting to praise his master.

Recalling yesterday's dinner, Qing He's face was embarrassed: "The two ladies in your house won't eat together, right?" ”

Seeing Qing He's expression, the clever Xia He suddenly understood.

"Hee hee ~ don't worry, the lord didn't tell the two ladies to serve today, our eldest lady is a person who worships the Buddha, and she has to meditate regularly in the morning and evening. After that, I will have dinner when I arrive, and the second aunt is pregnant, so I will sleep until that hour. ”

After listening to this, he sighed and walked out of the pavilion with Xia He.

In the early morning, the garden of the Yamen Houfu is full of freshness, which is not a big place, but it also makes people feel refreshed.

"Huh? This is.... Sheep flowers? ”

"Exactly, the second aunt is a baby, and the gardener takes care of it carefully, and she has to come to see it several times a day. This year is the Year of the Goat, this flower name is a sheep flower, a sheep is a sheep, the first child in this house must be a noisy little boy! ”

"The first child? Didn't the eldest lady give birth? ”

Xia He suddenly slowed down, looked around sneakily, and then walked a foot beside Qing He, and said in a low voice: "Lord Hui, our wife, I had a body at the beginning, but I couldn't keep it, and I hurt my foundation, so I can't conceive it in the future." ”

"So your lord married the second aunt?"

"Yes and no.......

Our lady, born into a famous family, is not a noble net worth. At the beginning, the old man was just a small lizheng. Asking to marry a wife is a three-media-nine appointment, promising to be a couple for the rest of his life, and never to marry him again.

After the lady's body was broken, the lord was still very guilty, and he didn't mention the concubine.

But unfilial piety has three nos, and the queen is great.

couldn't stand those rumors, and a few days later, Mrs. took the initiative to let the old man take a concubine.

Who knew that a few days later, the old man came back with the second aunt, the second aunt was born beautiful, but she was born in Qinglou.

Madame disagreed, she herself was born noble, and her heart was naturally high, how could she tolerate working with that prostitute?

The old man said that the second aunt was just for the follow-up incense, the second aunt was born in Qinglou, even if she gave birth to a son, she couldn't suppress the limelight of the lady.

Having said that, he is very fond of the second aunt. Now that the child in the womb has not landed, it is already about to be windy and rainy.

Mrs. was depressed, so she had to go to Zen and worship Buddha all day long to relieve her worries.

My lord, don't mention it to anyone after hearing it, although the lady is gentle, but if those of us who are subordinates find that we are chewing the root of the master's tongue in the back, it is indispensable to suffer hardship! ”

Xia He crackled and said. The adult in front of him made people feel an inexplicable sense of trust, and they couldn't help but want to talk to him more.

The wind on the side was very impatient, and he didn't listen to half a sentence. Sure enough, when a woman talks about gossip, a sentence can bring out a book.

Suddenly, the corner of his eye flashed, as if he saw the woody leaf hairpin on Qinghe's head, which was slightly green. Fix your eyes again, but everything is business as usual.

This breakfast was even more noisy, and a group of maids and daughters surrounded Qinghe's house....... Rao is the temperament of the Son of Heaven, and he couldn't help but throw down the chopsticks and leave.

Qinghe ate happily this meal, not for anything else, just because he caught the life of the wind in the crowd: afraid of noise!!