Huilan went out of the courtyard and called Uncle Li at the gate of the courtyard to enter, and was escorted back to his room by the two maids who were waiting outside the courtyard.

It wasn't until she entered the room, was removed from her cloak, changed her shoes, and sat on a chair that she was wiped with a hot cloth and returned to her soul. She turned her head in a daze, and saw that the aunt before, who should have been Mother Wang, had already taken the box in her hand and put it on the chair next to her, and was wiping her hands, "The girls are hungry, let them set the meal." ”

I saw her wave her hand, and four maids carrying food boxes came in, one after another with low eyebrows and quietly walked to the table, put half of the food and drink on the table in the same way, and retreated again. Looking at the side dishes and snacks on the table that she didn't know what to call them, Huilan felt that her chest was blocked, and she was not hungry at all.

That Wang's mother was very active, standing next to her and giving her snacks and vegetables, "The girl is still young and weak, but you must take good care of yourself and eat on time, so as not to worry the master if you are sick again!" ”

Whelan froze, yes, this little girl's poor health is gone, if her father knew how sad it would be. This small body is not sturdy when it looks good, and it is a little short of breath just after walking a few steps in the room, and if you don't eat on time, you may really get sick. That father is sick like that, doesn't it make the family feel uneasy if she is sick again? Thinking of this, she took a deep breath before she began to eat, and Wang's mother was relieved to quickly feed her. Belch...... It's embarrassing, but it's a pity that she is now a three-headed little bean dice, and it is estimated that she can't even use chopsticks, so she can only accept it happily.

It was easy to finish the breakfast that I couldn't take care of, and in the ancient times, everyone walked half a circle in a room the size of a badminton court to eliminate food (or maybe because of short legs), and was carried back to the bed.

Mother Wang took great care of this little girl and persuaded her to take off her coat and lie down to recuperate. Whelan blinked, feeling not very sleepy, "Good mother, I'm not sleepy yet, just sit down for a while, mom will talk to me." In order to find out a little bit about the situation, Huilan shamefully decided to sell cuteness, and shook Wang's mother's hand as she spoke.

Mother Wang smiled dotingly, took a pillow and put it behind her, pulled the quilt to cover her legs, and asked someone to bring a cup of fruit tea, and sat down on the edge of the bed when she was comfortable, "What does the girl want to say, Mom listens." “

Whelan felt a little more at ease, and was so attentive and caring for an orphan who was about to lose his father, and thought that he was a trustworthy person. She thought of that father, sighed and reddened her eyes, "Father, he ......"

Mother Wang immediately smiled, and couldn't help but reddened her eyes, "Good girl, don't be afraid." The master is a Wenqu star, the only second-class jinshi in Wuxun. In case it really ...... That's why God let him return to his place. Don't you dare to be too sad and hurt your body, let the master ...... Not at ease. After a pause, she said, "The master is a smart person, and he has sent a letter to the girl's grandfather's house five days ago, although Guanzhong and Yanjing are thousands of miles apart, and the old lady is old again, but the two uncles are worried about the late old lady at home, and they will definitely come after receiving the letter." It's just that there is no snow this winter, and the road will not be difficult, and my uncle will arrive soon. Mrs. Gu also sent people to greet and visit every three or five times, and the lord had already sent someone to deliver a letter to Mrs. Gu and his aunt in the morning, and several masters in the clan had also sent letters. ”

The meaning of these words couldn't be clearer, the two held hands and looked at each other with teary eyes, Whelan could only nod, fortunately, Whelan had already drawn a lot of information from these few words.

When they calmed down, drank water and gossiped some more, they saw a teenage maid come in and report to the master that someone had sent something. Huilan estimated that it was what her father said before, and Wang's mother asked her to put the things outside, and then packed up for her and went out to see.

I saw that in the center of the spacious room were four red wooden boxes that reached her neck, the boxes were only wrapped in corners without any ornamentation, and the three male servants who delivered the things had not yet left, and were standing by the door with their heads bowed. The box sent here and the wooden box before it are like two styles.,I think it's a division of the high and the low.。 They saw that Whelan bowed and saluted, but before Whelan could react, they had already stood up straight. The head of a twenty or thirty-year-old manservant was not the same as the two clothes in the back, he stood straight, hung his head and said to Huilan: "This is what the master explained to the girl, the master said, even in addition to him, the girl still knows a thing or two about these books and scrolls, so they are all given to the girl, I hope the girl will be good at observing and making good use of them, don't miss these good things." The girl is still young now, so there is no need to worry, please remember to take care of Mother Wang. ”

Hearing this, Huilan nodded, it seems that this father is really a wonderful flower in this family of military generals, and he is disgusted with martial arts. I've already explained to her before, and I've explained it again, and it seems that I still really love these things. Mother Wang turned around and squatted in one direction and saluted, "You go back to the master, the slave has written it down, and she will definitely help the girl put it away." Whelan's eyelids moved, indicating that she had learned the etiquette of a woman.

Then Wang's mother led her to open the boxes one by one, two boxes of scrolls, a box of thread-bound books, and a box of boxes of different sizes, which were opened to reveal the authentic four treasures of the study. Huilan secretly sighed, even if she didn't know it, she knew that these were all cultural relics. Thinking that she is semi-illiterate, how can He De get these good treasures with culture and connotation, she will have to study hard in the future, otherwise she will feel guilty when she looks at these treasures.

After she read it, Mother Wang covered the box and instructed the manservant headed by the man to direct people to carry a few boxes to the warm pavilion and put them gently. The manservant answered, led the people to put everything in place, bowed to Whelan and retreated. Before leaving, Huilan glanced at the manservant and exchanged glances with Wang's mother.

Mother Wang waved her hand to let all the maids in the house retreat, and led Huilan back to the room. Her face was heavy, and Whelan didn't dare to speak, thinking nonsense with a wrinkled bun face. When he came back to his senses and was already sitting on the edge of the bed, Whelan wondered, "Mom......"

Mother Wang sat on the pedal, "That's Cheng Shoucai, the girl has seen little, and she must not know him." His grandfather and the slave father-in-law all followed the old uncle from the battlefield, his father was in charge of the family's big and small Zhuangzi, he was the master's companion since childhood, the name was taken by the master, followed the old man to listen to errands, and managed the foreign affairs of the house. Their father and son are the people who are used by the master, and they are the most loyal. ”

Whelan nodded in acknowledgement, a capable and loyal servant, a right-hand man.

After a few more gossips, Whelan opened the shelf. Wang's mother fed her half a glass of water again, took her to the toilet, and the toilet solved the physiological problem, and then she was put down to sleep.

There is something in her heart, and Whelan does not sleep steadily. I don't know how long it took, but I vaguely heard someone shouting outside, and she woke up with a spirit. He sat up and lifted the curtain to get out of bed. As soon as she landed on the ground, two little maids of about ten years old ran in. Seeing that she had already gotten up, he hurriedly came over, one dressed her, and the other helped her put on her shoes. The dresser also comforted her, "Don't worry, girl, be careful of catching a cold." ”

"What's going on out there, what's going on?" Whelan panicked and asked hurriedly.

"My aunt, my aunt, my second old lady, and my second old man, they are here, and they are in the old man's room. Steward Li sent someone to spread the word and told the girl to come over immediately. The little maid who comforted her was articulate, and Hui Lan was shocked when she said a few words, "What about Mother Wang?" ”

"Mother Wang wants to come and settle the people who came with her in the front hall, she is the internal manager." This little girl is good, not very old, organized, and a talent. Hurriedly packed up, Huilan was steadily carried out by a chubby middle-aged aunt.

Halfway through, I met Wang's mother and another mother who came in a hurry, and the group hugged Huilan to rush over.

Finally arrived at the place, Uncle Li and Cheng Youcai were guarding the door, and when they saw her coming, they immediately opened the door and let them go.

After landing on the ground, Whelan didn't care about the men, women, and children sitting on either side of the bed, and rushed in front of the bed. Looking at her father, who could still talk to her calmly a few hours ago, his face was full of ashes at the moment, and he didn't even have the strength to smile at her, Whelan burst into tears, and her legs were so weak that she almost sat down on the ground. felt someone hugging her from behind, "Okay Hui'er, don't cry." There was a clear crying in his voice.

With tears in his eyes, his father looked at her reluctantly, then looked behind her, raised his hand and pointed at Whelan with great difficulty, opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound, only stared with his glasses wide open. The female voice behind her who had comforted her before finally cried, "Brother, don't worry, Hui'er is my own daughter." ”

Hearing this, my father seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, his round eyes slowly closed, and his raised hand fell back to the bed. The person on the bed did not move at all. Whelan was stunned for a moment, shook her hand and grabbed the cold and thin big hand in front of her, looked at his face again, and finally cried.

Whelan cried so much that her sadness and fear exploded at this moment, like the Yellow River flooding out of control, and finally she fainted from crying.

In February of the fifth year of Xianqing, the third generation of Xiangcheng Bo died of illness at the age of 25