Qiu Xiang cried simply because she felt like she was living in a dream, and she wanted to take care of the mistress for the rest of her life.
Upon hearing this, Chunxiang and Xiaxiang couldn't help but cry softly.
No one has ever been so kind to them in their entire lives.
Seeing the maids crying in a group, Madam Youchu was at a loss and began to comfort them.
It's just the same few sentences over and over again.
"Don't cry, don't cry, this is your home from now on."
"Don't cry."
Li Chang'an was far away from them and couldn't hear the crying.
However, in my hazy sleep, I felt someone watching me.
He squinted and saw his beloved apprentice watching him sleep beside the oxcart.
He reached out and picked her up, then held her close in his arms.
Five or six-year-old children, small in size, like rag dolls.
"What's wrong? Have you finished writing?"
Su Xiao nodded and replied, "It's finished. Dongdong hasn't finished. She's bullying Wangcai."
Wangcai is that little calf; Su Xiao begged her master to give it that name.
She felt that the name her master gave her was quite auspicious.
"Then why aren't you going to visit your teacher's wife? What are you doing here?"
"Those maids over there are crying and sobbing; I don't want to go over there."
"Oh~"
Li Chang'an didn't care. As long as it wasn't You Chu crying, he didn't care about anyone else.
Women are troublesome and complicated, especially women who cry.
Looking at her master, Su Xiao felt a sense of peace in her heart.
Since returning to the village, her master has stopped hugging her, which has disappointed her.
Master explained that it was dangerous outside, and since they were unfamiliar with the area, they were afraid something might happen to them, so they often held her to protect her.
Otherwise, if anything were to happen to her, her master would regret it for the rest of his life.
Five-and-a-half-year-old Su Xiao couldn't understand these words; all she knew was that her master was the best.
The best in the world.
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