Shen Miaoyan was quite satisfied with the cooperation of the clothes, so she held her little head high, put on a proud and noble lady's appearance, twisted her waist and turned around and went to the house.

The gate of the National Teacher's Mansion was slammed shut, leaving only Fahrenheit and Shen Yuetong standing on the street in a daze.

"Mother!" Shen Yuetong also forgot to pretend to cry at this time, and tightly clutched the corner of Hua's clothes, "What should I do now?" ”

"What else can I do?" Fahrenheit stared at the closed vermilion gate and gritted his teeth, "This little slut's ability is even greater than I thought!" Let's go back and talk to your dad first! ”

After that, he angrily sat in a soft sedan chair and left.

After the people from Shen Yushifu left, the onlookers gradually dispersed.

Behind the gate, Shen Miaoyan reached out and grabbed Fuyi's palm, raised her head and smiled: "Sister Fuyi, thank you for giving me face just now!" ”

Fuyi reached out and touched her little head, but before she could speak, Tian Xiang grabbed and said: "Little Miss, this is one thing to give face, and this is another thing to drink milk." I heard that drinking cow's milk often is good for growing taller, so go back and drink it quickly! ”

"Can I not drink it?" Shen Miaoyan was pitiful.

These days, she will be filled with soup and milk from time to time, and she feels that she has not grown much taller, but has gained weight first.

"No, you can't!" Fu Yi and Tian Xiang replied at the same time.

Shen Miaoyan wrinkled her little face, and pitifully followed the two back to Hengwu Courtyard.

At this time, in the Yanran Pavilion, Murong Yan was still copying "The Female Ring".

The two little maids helped Mama Wang in, Mama Wang's face was pale and haggard, and she reluctantly bowed to Murong Yan: "Miss! I don't know why you called the old slave? ”

She was hit thirty boards yesterday and almost died.

Murong Yan didn't even raise her head, dipped it in ink, and wrote indifferently: "When I was in Murong's house, you served me for three years. Adding the two years of the National Teacher's Mansion, it is a total of five years. Aqin. ”

The curtain next to it was opened, and Ah Qin came out with a tray, and five columns of silver ingots were placed on the tray.

"These five hundred taels of silver are my intention to support my grandmother. Mama took it and left the National Teacher's Mansion. Murong Yan's voice was dull, and she was still concentrating on writing.

Mama Wang trembled all over, staring at Murong Yan in disbelief: "Miss...... Are you, don't like old slaves anymore?! ”

The day after he was beaten on the board, he was sent away by his master. If this thing gets out, her old face will be gone!

Murong Yan stared at the rice paper, her eyes were cold.

Mama Wang has already angered Brother Tianlan, stay by her side, if she shows Brother Tianlan, it will only make him angry, and he will not like himself.

In this case, it is better to send it away.

Anyway, this Mama Wang is too heavy-minded, and she may not be very loyal to herself.

It's embroidered with ......

She put down the brush, sighed softly, and looked up at Mama Wang: "Mama will go back to the room to rest first, and when the injury is healed, it will not be too late to leave." ”

After saying that, he waved his hand and motioned for Mama Wang to step back.

Mama Wang couldn't tell her words of suffering, so she had to retire in tears.

She returned to her room, thinking and indignant.

If she leaves the house like this, Ah He's revenge will be avenged in this life.

She clutched the quilt tightly, and an old face suddenly showed a lot of hatred, before leaving the house, she fought for this old life, and she had to avenge Ah He!

In Hengwu Courtyard, Shen Miaoyan drank the warm milk, rinsed his mouth, and went to bed to continue sleeping.

Although Jun Tianlan said that she wanted her to do all the things in this house, Sister Fuyi and Sister Tianxiang helped her do most of the things, and she just pretended to be when Jun Tianlan came back.

Jun Tianlan entered the bedroom in Hengwu Courtyard, walked to the east compartment in front of the moon gate, opened the curtain, and saw that the little girl was sleeping very soundly.

He walked to the bed, and the little girl looked very well-behaved when she was asleep, and she didn't look like a person with the little girl who had just been arrogant in front of the door.

He stretched out his hand, and his cold and slender fingers brushed her white and tender cheeks, obviously still expressionless, but there was a trace of warmth in his narrow eyes.

Shen Miaoyan muttered something in her sleep, poked her little hand out of the quilt, turned over, and the thin quilt only covered her little belly.

Although it was early April, the weather was still very cool.

So, Jun Tianlan stretched out his hand, covered her with the thin quilt, and put her little hand into the quilt.

Shen Miaoyan slept hazy, only to feel that someone was gently covering her with a quilt, and in a trance, she reached out and pulled a corner of Jun Tianlan's clothes, her voice was soft and glutinous, with the immaturity and squeamishness of a little girl: "Mother, ......"

Jun Tianlan's eyes were slightly dark, and when she looked down, she saw that there were faint tears flickering in her dark eyelashes.

He was stunned, and then he saw a crystal teardrop, slipping down the corner of her eye, hanging on the tip of her reddened nose, and finally dripping into the silk pillow embroidered with flowery flowers.

He stretched out his hand and brushed the broken hair from her forehead behind her ear, and in the narrow eyes that had always been cold were tenderness that he had never noticed.

Shen Miaoyan slept until noon before getting up, and had lunch with Jun Tianlan in Hengwu Courtyard, Jun Tianlan wanted to take a lunch break, but she couldn't sleep at all.

She waited for Jun Tianlan to take off his coat and go to bed, put down the curtain for him, took his brush by herself, and stepped on the small bench to practice calligraphy.

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstones here are all ready-made, and even the calligraphy is prepared by Jun Tianlan for her in advance.

Shen Miaoyan looked at the notebook with a dark green cover, and the words in it were somewhat familiar, like Jun Tianlan's.

She wrote carefully one stroke at a time, Jun Tianlan looked at her focused side face through the curtain, and her voice was faint: "The day after tomorrow, you will go to Cheng'en Temple with me." ”

"Hey," Shen Miaoyan turned his head to look at him curiously, but through the curtain, he couldn't see the people inside clearly, "Does the national teacher also believe in Buddhism?" ”

Jun Tianlan was lying on the bed, and the voice spit out from his thin lips was cold: "I don't believe it." ”

Shen Miaoyan smiled and didn't continue to ask.

Since you don't believe in Buddhism, then when you go to a Buddhist temple, you don't worship Buddha.

Approximately, the national teacher has important things to complete in the name of worshipping the Buddha, right? He is willing to take himself with him, but he does not think of himself as an outsider.

This realization made Shen Miaoyan very happy, and he felt that he seemed to be one step closer to this cold national teacher.

After nightfall, after dinner, Tian Xiang went to the kitchen to serve the soup as usual.

"Sister Tianxiang, Mama Wang has been here just now!" A little maid came over and gossiped in a low voice, "She walked with a limp, saying that she would leave in a few days, and she wanted to make mushroom and chicken soup for her young lady one last time." Looking at it, it's strange and pitiful. ”

"The poor will have something to hate, and what is there to sympathize with." Tian Xiang didn't care, and picked up the clay pot on the charcoal fire.

"Also, in Su Ri, our sisters went to Yanran Pavilion to deliver meals, and we haven't seen her give us a good face!" The little maid was indignant.