Chapter 136: There are many rights and wrongs in the Great Sima Mansion

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Hua Yueman's arrangement was not unusual, so seeing Hua Jinting leave angrily, her calm cheeks didn't even have a trace of fluctuation. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This old thing is eager to boil the water to wash her face and make tea, and now she is depressed and only takes a maidservant back to the house, how can he be willing to let her live in a delicate compound?

Qiqiao, who had been guarding the yard, saw that Hua Jinting had left, and ran in with a full of grievances, looked at the dilapidated house, and then looked at Hua Yueman, who was sitting on the ground, and did not control it......

"Wow,, how the hell did you get through it?"

"Don't cry. Hua Yueman hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, stretched out his finger and pointed to the dilapidated beams, "Look at the ash and slag on it, coughing a little bit can drop two catties of soil, according to your way of crying, if the house collapses, we will really have to take the sky as the ground." ā€

Qiqiao was afraid of sleeping on the streets, so he was so frightened that he immediately stopped crying, but thinking about the series of encounters after Hua Yueman returned home, he was still distressed and uncomfortable.

"Mother, they're too much of a bully......"

Hua Yueman shook his head, cleaned up the house with Qiqiao, took out a feather duster from under the table, and shook his head like a teacher while knocking on the ashes on it.

"No, no, no, in adversity, great people are made, which successful person has not had some ups and downs behind him?"

Qiqiao picked up the hand of the rag and paused: "Niangniang wants to be a great man?"

But even if it's a great man, isn't it a little too difficult......

Hua Yueman swept the ashes on the windowsill, smiling Minghui and sly: "No...... I'm going to be a villain. ā€

A great man is used to admire and worship, even if she is a fart, she is useless? Or is the villain more economical, which can not only repay flaws, but also make those who can't get along with her both helpless and hate her teeth.

Qiqiao didn't understand, she always felt that villain was a derogatory term, like a shameful existence, but I don't know why, this word came out of Hua Yueman's mouth, but she felt very comfortable.

In fact, no matter what Hua Yueman wants to be, from the moment she followed Hua Yueman again, she swore that in this life and this life, she only has such a mother, a master.

So...... Since her mother likes to be a villain, then she will follow along.

"Is the second sister back?"

"Oh, there's too much ash in this yard, so don't go in, Third Miss. ā€

There was a noisy sound in the courtyard, and Hua Yueman looked sideways, only to see a young woman with willow leaves and a goose egg face, walking in with three maids.

When the woman saw the full moon, she smiled wistfully and took a few steps forward: "Second sister." ā€

As she walked, her light rice dress on her body was slightly raised, revealing a slender waist that was not in her hand, and the faint fragrance of orchid on her body filled the whole room.

Hua Yueman nodded with a smile, putting away the carelessness just now: "Third sister." ā€

These three sisters are named Yuexi, they were originally the second ladies in the house, because Hua Yueman came back halfway and was two years older than her, so she was ranked as the third lady in the house, but even if she was the third, she was still a concubine, because she and Hua Yueqing were both born to the eldest lady.

To be honest, Hua Yueman's impression of Hua Yuexi is not very deep, especially after she and Hua Yueqing broke up, there is not much contact, and even when they meet, they just smile.

After all, Hua Yueqing is Hua Yuexi's own sister, and Hua Yuewan still knows how to avoid suspicion.

Hua Yuexi originally wanted to pull Hua Yueman to sit down and talk well, but it was seen that the room was full of dust, so she smiled: "I know that the second sister is busy after she comes back, so my sister specially brought three girls over to help the second sister." ā€

Hua Yueman knew that it would be difficult to clean up here with her and Qiqiao, but she was not polite: "Then thank you third sister." ā€

"Where did the second sister say this?" Hua Yuexi feigned anger, and then lowered her voice a little, "But Daddy just passed the word, when will the prince of Qitian come, when will the second sister go to the main hall to dine with everyone, and I don't know when the prince of Qitian will come, I will really be wronged by my sister these days." ā€

Hua Yueman didn't want to reveal Liu Mo's news to irrelevant people, because she was lazy......

Qiqiao, who was standing on the side, interjected: "Our prince will come to accompany Niangniang soon." ā€

"Yes. Hua Yuexi's eyes seemed to have a flash of expectation, and she shook Hua Yueman's hand again, "Since the prince of Qitian will come soon, I think the second sister will be wronged for a few days, and the second sister still needs to clean up here, so the third sister will not bother, and she will come to catch up with the second sister again." ā€

Hua Yueman nodded: "Okay." For this kind of politeness, she is the laziest to operate.

Seeing Hua Yuexi slowly walking out of the house, Qiqiao rubbed over and whispered: "Niangniang, this third young lady is really a good person." ā€

"Good person?" Hua Yueman was stunned, looked sideways at her innocent appearance, and smiled, "Maybe, it should, probably so." ā€

People's hearts are separated from their bellies, where is the good or bad just based on words?

It's just that......

For this third sister, in essence, it has nothing to do with her, so what if it's good or bad?

"Niangniang......" Qiqiao suddenly pulled her sleeve, her voice was so small that she couldn't hear it at all if she didn't listen carefully, "How can the slave and maid look at these three people who don't look like they're here to work?"

At this time, the three maids who came to help stood side by side silently, although they were silent from beginning to end, but the snobbish eyes of those who only looked high and not looked down were obviously full of deep contempt.

Hua Yueman looked at their dresses and smiled, these girls were dressed cleaner than her and Qiqiao, and they were indeed more like they came to raise their uncle.

Several maids looked at each other with the full gaze of the flower moon, not only did not have a half-flinching look, but held their heads high.

This, this, this......

Qiqiao was secretly frightened, this Yaolan Da Sima Mansion was really a demonic existence, and even the little maid was bigger than the shelf of the concubines in the palace.

Hua Yueman was good-tempered, not angry or annoyed, and said to Qiqiao: "Since no one wants to clean up the house, then let's all rest." ā€

Qiqiao was stunned and looked around the dirty house: "Niangniang, if this house is not cleaned up, how can you live at night?"

"Then don't stay. Hua Yueman smiled, "Let's just stare at each other with big eyes, whoever blinks first loses first." ā€

Tangram: "...... Niangniang, do you still have the heart to play games at this time?"

When the other three maids heard this, they were also stunned, they were arranged by the third miss, although it was under the banner of helping, but it was not only today, but when the second miss would leave, and when would they be able to return to the third miss.

Other words......

If Hua Yue is determined to sit still here, then they can only accompany her with a hard pestle.

They were reluctant to stand all night, but at the thought of tidying up the house, they were a little reluctant to wear the clothes on their bodies, which were given to them by the third lady, and were different from ordinary coarse fabrics.

Hua Yueman saw the struggle in their eyes, deliberately took three steps back, and leaned heavily on the pillar behind him, the perennial disrepair and unmanaged house was not vulnerable at all, and after such a lean, the entire beam of the house immediately shook a few times.

There was a muffled sound of "fluttering ......", and the countless dust that had accumulated on the beams of the house poured down for a while, and the dust and smoke were everywhere, and the black smoke was miasma, and the three maids were almost buried alive.

Qiqiao jumped to his feet in fright: "My mother-in-law ......"

Hua Yueman nodded self-affirmatively: "Qiqiao, I'm not wrong, this ash is enough for two catties." ā€

The three maids who were pounced on with gray faces, now they don't have to struggle at all, their clothes are dirty, they can't sleep if they don't work, they have suffered a dumb loss, and now they don't want to work and have to do it.

Seeing that the three maids began to wipe the table and sweep the floor, Qiqiao finally figured it out, and couldn't help but quietly give a thumbs up to Hua Yueman, the mother is good!

Hua Yueman raised his eyebrows, easy to say.

Yaolan, Jiafu.

In the bamboo house surrounded by water, the curved enclosure, bamboo chairs and rattan are simple and natural.

Liu Mo sat opposite an elderly man, and the chessboard in the middle was densely packed with chess pieces, but the winner was still not decided.

Liu Mo half-lowered his eyes, looked at the chessboard and thought deeply, his smooth fingertips and the chess pieces in his hand reflected each other, and after thinking for a long time, he settled on the chessboard.

Seeing this, the old man smiled lightly and stroked his gray beard: "Sure enough, what kind of adversity, the fourth master can solve it, this game is the old man who lost." ā€

When he met Liu Mo, Liu Mo was only the fourth prince of Qitian who was imprisoned in the Yaolan Palace, so he always called him the fourth master, and he was also called the same for so many years of correspondence.

Liu Mo smiled lightly, and his handsome face was rarely admired: "Jia Lao praised." ā€

When he was still imprisoned in the palace, the old man in front of him was the chief administrator of the palace at that time, and when everyone despised him and was indifferent to him, only the old man in front of him often came to visit him and accompanied him to play chess and chat.

The difference in age and identity did not prevent them from becoming friends.

Or Liu Mo should thank him, it was he who accompanied him through such a difficult time, and it was precisely because of his care that the palace people in the palace did not dare to deduct his food and winter silver charcoal.

Jia Zheng saw the gratitude in his eyes, and shook his head gently: "The fourth master's thanks to the old man are ashamed to bear, in fact, the reason why the old man appeared in front of the fourth master back then was just entrusted by one person." ā€

"That person, the fourth master, should not be a stranger. Jia Zheng smiled slightly and said a person's name.

Liu Mo was slightly stunned, his slender five fingers clenched a little involuntarily, and he wanted to laugh but couldn't: "It's actually ...... Actually, I should have thought about who it was. ā€

Jia Zheng smiled kindly, but in his eyes, he saw through the vicissitudes of life, and there was a little more meaning: "It's not too late for the fourth master to know now." ā€