Chapter 207 Little Fake
"Aunt, take me there..."
"Take me with you...okay?"
Little Miaomiao blinked her bright eyes and looked at her.
The little hand was pulling her fingers and swinging them around, acting coquettishly and cutely towards her.
The sound is soft and sticky.
Ouch!
How could Xiuxiu resist?
Looking at her elder sister beside her, "Miaomiao must be bored at home these days. Why don't I take her out for a walk?"
Lu Qingyao nodded and chuckled, "Go ahead, come back early."
Even though the little girl is only three years old, she is very good at manipulating people.
A little liar.
Feng'er was fooled by her.
I gritted my teeth and learned how to make osmanthus wine from Xiuxiu.
Pick osmanthus flowers by yourself, wash rice, cook rice, and make wine by yourself...
As a result, he actually brewed a few jars.
Take a taste, the taste is hard to describe.
After all, it’s my first time brewing, and it can’t be compared with what Xiuxiu brews.
The princess held it like a treasure and was reluctant to drink it.
I'll drink it on the way back.
There was no other way, so Qin Su had to secretly replace the wine in the middle of the night with the one brewed by Xiuxiu.
But what made the princess happy was that she ran home every day and secretly went to watch Feng'er practice sword.
Getting deeper and deeper.
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But Jiang Yue told her that Mu Yunji had promised Feng'er that if he defeated Dali, he would agree to let him join the army.
The child had no intention of becoming an official and was determined to continue his grandfather's glory.
Being able to pass the imperial examination and become a scholar is all a promise made to her as a mother.
It makes her mother worried...
If this really happened, the little flame that had just appeared would be extinguished.
It's quite cruel.
Watching the two figures, one big and one small, jumping away.
Her thoughts drifted further and further away...
Three years old.
In the blink of an eye, Miaomiao is almost three years old.
The tenth day of next month will be her birthday.
It was also the day when their mother-daughter relationship began.
Although I don’t know when she was born, I will just set the day I picked her up as her birthday.
The eighth day of the first lunar month was the anniversary of the death of her daughter who died young.
Over the past three years.
They never celebrated Miaomiao's birthday.
She has never paid homage to her daughter who died young, but she goes to the temple every year to have the monks chant sutras and pray for her.
The old people in northern Xinjiang often say that babies are the purest things in the world. They come and go in a hurry, and have never been contaminated by the worldly world.
Tree burial can allow her to enter reincarnation as soon as possible, allowing her life to continue and grow as strong as a big tree.
Worshiping and thinking about it all the time will actually hinder the baby's reincarnation.
She recalled the moment when she carried her daughter, who had been liberated, down the mountain to bury her, and saw Miaomiao.
She still stubbornly believed that her daughter had returned to her.
As they spent more and more time together, she gradually accepted the reality.
But even so, she still wanted to tell her daughter the good news that Feng'er and Yan'er were in high school.
Lu Qingyao asked someone to call Haitang over.
But it was Xier who came.
Upon asking, I found out that Xiuxiu was planning to take Miaomiao on horseback to deliver the invitation, so she didn't take her with her.
The little girl had nothing to do, so she came to Haitang and took her orders.
"Xier, go buy me some Kongming lanterns."
"Yes, I'll go right away." Xier went there happily. Since the young masters have passed the imperial examination, it's time to light candles and pray to celebrate.
When I reached the back door, I found that Mrs. Xiuxiu and the girl were acting suspiciously.
The two of them hid behind the tree, not knowing what they were doing.
Just as he was about to call the girl, Madam Xiuxiu pulled him over and covered his mouth, "Shh, don't make a sound..."
Seeing the girl making a gesture to her to keep quiet, she covered her mouth.
Jiang Miaomiao grinned and looked at the door with burning eyes.
Wow! What did she see...
A perfect couple stood at the door.
Sister Qiao'er had her back to them and was talking to someone.
The man opposite was a head taller than her and looked at her with gentle and affectionate eyes.
"Qiao'er, this is the snowflake pastry that Master's wife sent."
Jiang Qiao'er smiled as she took the food box from Sun Yanshu and looked at him, "Is this really a gift from Old Madam Cui?"
"Yes... of course..." Sun Yanshu spoke a little stutteringly.
Jiang Qiao'er lowered her eyes to look at the food box in her hand and thanked him, "Thank you, Master Yanshu, for taking the trouble to come here in person."
"No trouble... No trouble..." Sun Yanshu kept grinning foolishly, his ears turning red.
Both of them lowered their eyes, embarrassed to look at each other.
There was a moment of silence.
It was Jiang Qiaoer who spoke first, "Master Yanshu, is there anything else?"
"That's all, that's all... I... I'll go back first..." Sun Yanshu smiled awkwardly, turned around and left.
He walked a few steps and looked back.
He slipped out during the break.
Today, Qiao'er sent a lot of flower cakes to the teacher and his wife, so he thought of sending some snowflake cakes.
He discovered that Qiao'er loved eating snowflake crisps the most.
Jiang Qiaoer also walked back quickly with a red face.
Little cub Jiang Miaomiao's eyes lit up as he looked at the food box and was picked up by Aunt Xiuxiu.
He whispered in her ear, "Go out later... Qiao'er definitely doesn't want us to see you."
"Oh... okay." Jiang Miaomiao nodded.
She felt that what Aunt Xiuxiu said made sense.
Although Sister Qiao'er is generous, she is quite thin-skinned. Every time her mother asks her what she thinks about her marriage.
Her face was as red as an apple.
He just said he didn't want to get married yet.
Xiuxiu looked at the direction where Qiao'er was going, smiling so hard that her teeth were showing, and sighed, "Qiao'er's marriage had been bumpy before, but now it's finally settled. Yanshu is a very good child..."
She will tell her elder sister as soon as she comes back.
Brother Jiang and his wife entrusted Qiao'er to my elder sister, and even asked her to help arrange her marriage.
But this girl has never taken it seriously.
It makes my sister worried...
Looking at her today, Qiao'er's little face is all red.
I have never seen her look so shy before. It seems that they are in love.
Then let’s be the old man under the moon.
Interesting, really interesting.
She has never done anything like this before...
Xiuxiu hurriedly took the cub out to deliver the invitations.
There was a smile on his face all the way.
Jiang Miaomiao hid in her arms and stretched her head to look around.
Hey! Why didn't Aunt Xiuxiu take the main road, but chose to take a detour along a less traveled path?
I heard a voice, "Miaomiao, sit down..."
"drive……"
The horse galloped out and ran all the way.
They were riding Jiang Xiaohei, a fast and steady horse, and in less than an incense stick of time, they arrived at the gate of Fang's house.
Jiang Miaomiao looked at the words "Fang Mansion".
Why are there a few extra entries?
Could it be that I am dazzled?
Aunt Xiuxiu is not riding a horse, she is racing the horse.
“Knock, knock, knock…”
Aunt Xiuxiu knocked for a long time before she finally opened the door of the Fang Mansion.
The doorman stuck his head out to take a look, and when he saw who it was, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, it wasn’t the girl from the Qi family.
He looked at the woman and the little girl in front of him and asked, "Who are you looking for?"
"Young man, I'm from the Lu family in Wuyi Lane. My wife will hold an autumn banquet at home in three days. Madam Fang, please come." Xiuxiu handed him the invitation.
"Our wife has gone back to her parents' home. Please go back." The doorman refused without hesitation.
Before and after the imperial examination, families who wanted to invite their wives to their homes lined up at the street entrance.
The lady did not answer any of the messages. She was currently concentrating on worshiping Buddha in the small Buddhist temple.
What is the Lu family in Wuyi Lane?
I've never heard of it.
Xiuxiu was not going to give up so easily, and she pushed open the door that was about to close with one hand.
The doorman was forced back several steps by her.
"You...what do you want to do? This is the Fang Mansion, how can you act wildly here!" The doorman was a little surprised and asked, pointing at her nose.
I have never seen such a rude person.
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