"Look, although I've been removed from the list, Miss Seven will still be Miss Seven in the future."

"I think so too. Miss Seven is the eyes of the old lady, and our Marquis is a filial son."

"Miss Seven is so lucky." The maid with round face sighed enviously. No one is more noble than anyone else's background, but she can't resist the luck. The sparrow flew up to the branch and turned into a phoenix.

"Who told you not to have a pair of 'good' parents! If there were such a pair of parents, maybe you could live a good life."

The round-faced maid spat at her: "I don't want a pair of bad parents. With such a pair of parents, the future of the Seventh Girl will be difficult."

"I'm worried about it. No matter how difficult it is, it's better than you and me. The old lady can still feel wronged by the seventh girl."

"That's right, the old lady really loves Miss Seven. Hey, do you think the two girls will get along well when that real girl comes back?"

"How could it be possible to get along well? The real girl has suffered for more than ten years of sin because of the seventh girl for vain. The seventh girl fell from the sky to the ground all of a sudden, and I'm afraid she will have resentment. In my opinion, there will be some fun in the future."

"Miss Seven is not that kind of person, Ms Seven is a good person."

"Haha, if she was really a good person, she would have left on her own initiative long ago. Her parents did such a disgusting thing, and she had enjoyed the wealth that did not belong to her for so many years. Why did she still have the face to stay? She was still greedy for the wealth of the Marquis' Mansion." Her tone was so sour.

The round-faced maid retorted weakly: "The old lady can't bear to leave."

"She really wants to leave, but she can't leave. She said you are stupid, but she is really stupid. She can't produce good bamboo shoots."

The maid with a round face opened her mouth and was speechless.

The maid who was talking while sweeping the fallen leaves turned around, widened her eyes as if she saw a ghost, and fell to the ground: "Seven, seven girls."

The other maid was shocked and hurriedly knelt down, wishing to tear her mouth. Xiao Yajun's status was not as good as before, and she was still a girl, not to mention that she had the support of the old lady, so she was more than enough to deal with them.

Every word is like a knife, passing through the flesh and blood, pricking the heart, dripping blood.

Xiao Yajun's color is as shaky as snow.

Without taking a look at the two anxious maids, Xiao Yajun left in a daze.

Her eldest maid Wutong glared fiercely at the two knelt on the ground and shivered. She wanted to make a sound to stop them from talking nonsense. The girl did not allow her to speak, so she could only stare blankly as the two maids became more and more outrageous.

The two little maids were shaking like sieves, and their faces were so scared that they were no longer looked like a person.

Wutong spat and hurriedly followed her to support her unsteady girl.

Mrs. Xiao woke up and heard what Wutong said, and said coldly to the maid Ruyi: "Go and find out the two maids, and blame them for twenty in front of all the servants' sticks, and sell them again. The mansion cannot tolerate such servants who are neither big nor small."

Ruyi took the order and left, knowing that Mrs. Xiao wanted to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, otherwise any servant would dare to offend Miss Seven in the future, and this hole would not be opened.

After dealing with the servants, Mrs. Xiao, who was slightly calm, sent someone to spread Xiao Yajun, but when she saw that her eyes were covered with blood, she knew that she had cried again.

Mrs. Xiao hugged her with distress: "If you encounter such a blind eye again in the future, just kill it."

Xiao Yajun was stunned, subconsciously looked at Wutong, and said angrily: "It's not that you don't tell your grandmother."

Wutong knelt down.

"This girl is loyal," said Mrs. Xiao, "You are so kind that they are so arrogant."

Xiao Yajun's eyelashes trembled like crow feathers, and his eyes were filled with mist: "They were right, it was indeed me who occupied the magpie's nest, so I had no face to stay in the mansion."

"Nonsense," Mrs. Xiao said anxiously, "Why are your child so stubborn? You were just born back then, it wasn't that you asked for a transfer, but the couple was vicious." Mrs. Xiao refused to use the three words "your parents". In her eyes, Jun'er and the Zhou couple had nothing to do with each other, she was the child of their Xiao family.

"This is your home. You grew up here and your grandmother is here. Why can't you stay here? You are so cruel and want to give up your grandmother. You want my life."

Xiao Yajun's nose felt sore, tears surging, and she collapsed and cried: "Grandma, what should I do? I'm scared, I don't know..."

She was speechless and told her helplessness.

Mrs. Xiao's heart was as heartbroken as a knife, and she wiped her tears lovingly: "Don't be afraid, grandmother will protect you. With grandmother here, no one can hurt you. When grandmother is better, let's go to another village to stay away from these right and wrong." People are forgetful. After three or five years, these things will fade away. If you are backed by the Hou Mansion, and with Jun'er's appearance, you are afraid that you will not find a good marriage.

Xiao Yajun snuggled in the arms of Mrs. Xiao, sobbing and nodding.

...

"Yu'er, let's go home." You took Ayu into the carriage.

Ayu smiled and nodded, climbing up the stairs.

You gently pushed her ears behind her: "I will pass through many towns along the way, but when I came, I didn't take a closer look. I happened to have a long experience on the way back. When we met something fun and delicious, we stopped."

The joy and calmness of You's family was completely different from the guilt and pain in his previous life. In his previous life, he killed Zhou's father and pretended to die and left Baishi County, as anxious as a dog who was strayed from a family. They did not go back to the capital directly, but went to another city. She was changed to another name and arranged another identity. She raised her there for more than half a year and raised a person like a child who grew up in a good family, and was taken back to the Marquis' Mansion.

In this life, Zhou's father was not dead and there was no pressure from King Gong. He did not need to escape in panic, nor did he need to compromise.

It took only ten days to come when she came, and it took more than a month to return. You deliberately slowed down and only rushed in the afternoon every day. He taught the rules and knowledge of the Ayu family as he went to avoid making jokes after returning. Naturally, she did not dislike her daughter, but outsiders would not be so tolerant. At first, they would be tolerant because of her experience, but gradually they would be despised because of her poor performance.

You taught seriously, and Ayu pretended to learn very seriously. Among the people who were destined to have, there were several noble girls from aristocratic families, and she knew the rules very well.

"Our Yuer is so smart. Mother has nothing to teach you." You were overjoyed, afraid that her daughter would not be able to adapt to the life of the Hou family gradually disappeared, and instead she was pride and expectation. She believed that in time, her daughter would become an excellent noble girl.

The corners of Ayu's lips curled up slightly, as if he felt that it was not good to be proud, so he quickly pressed down: "It's better for my mother to teach me."

The childish look made You smile even louder, and the suffering made Yuer feel too silent and precocious. Such a daughter made her feel distressed.

In the afternoon, leave the station and continue on the journey.

Xiao Yang entered the carriage and taught Ayu's common idioms and poems. This was what You ordered, and he was determined to cultivate the relationship between their brothers and sisters. Even if he had blood nature, he was unfamiliar and could get close to each other after all.

"Let's review what happened yesterday first." Xiao Yang, "Can you write it if you persist?"

Ayu, who was kneeling in front of the table, wrote these four words with his pen, like a spring worm and an autumn snake.

With the crooked words, You and Xiao Yang were not satisfied with the faces of falsehood. Calligraphy was not a day's work. It only took two months to learn it, and it was already a rapid improvement to be able to write it like this.

Ayu was a little nervous: "I, have I written it right?"

"Yes," Xiao Yang praised her very much. What her sister needs most in this situation is encouragement. "The word "slacking" is complicated, and my sister will remember it in one day. It is even better than me back then."

Ayu smiled softly, his eyes brightened.

Xiao Yang: "Then do you know the meaning of this idiom?"

Ayu returned, persevered to the end and never slacked off, which is a metaphor for having perseverance and perseverance.

Xiao Yang nodded: "If you want to succeed in something, you must persevere."

Ayu smiled and nodded, thinking to himself, when will such a day end?

In a blink of an eye, I arrived outside the capital. You carefully looked at Ayu, and his days of recuperation were still short. Although he described it as much better than when he first met, he was still too thin and weak. The advantage was that his temperament was indifferent and would not make people feel petty.

You touched Ayu's thin shoulders with heartache. It was so inconvenient to go out. Now that she is back, she can take good care of her daughter's body and replenish her loss in the past few years.

"It will be home in half an hour. Your father will rest today and be at home." As he was speaking, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Xiao Yang grabbed the horse, turned over and landed, trotted to the oncoming team, and bowed to the two young men dressed in regular clothes on the horse's back: "Second Young Master, Eighth Young Master."

Ayu lifted up the curtain and his eyes moved slightly. The young man with brown hair on the horse was not the King Gong, but now he is just an ordinary prince.

His eyes moved to the young man wearing a black cloak next to the Eighth Prince, with his sword eyebrows and starry eyes, Xiao Sa's romantic and romantic appearance, and he didn't have this person in his impression.

Second young master?

It seems that the unlucky short-lived prince died in a landslide. It is said that the body was dug out after half a month of excavation, and the death was terrible.

After his death, the princes fought in a mess, and King Gong stood out and soared.

I have to say that King Gong and Xiao Yajun are so lucky that they are jealous.

Ayu rubbed his chin and the beauty died in vain, which was a waste of resources. What’s more important is how can you get the best of King Gong!

The original body went to extremes, and it was indeed because of his own personality, but the bullying King Gong also made great contributions.

You also saw the prince and the eighth prince in the distance. Seeing that the two of them were white dragon fish costumes, they were female relatives on their side, so they did not get off the car to greet them, but just smiled and nodded.

The eighth prince glanced at the carriage and said in a familiar tone: "Have you picked up your sister?" Xiao Yang was his companion and the two grew up together. Because of this relationship, he and Xiao Yajun were also a bit incest. He was a kind and beautiful girl. Even though her biological parents were indeed wrong, Xiao Yajun herself was innocent. But in those people's mouths, she became a bird of a feather with her biological parents, and she was slandering it. To put it bluntly, it was not jealous. Now that the daughter of the Xiao family has returned, Xiao Yajun's situation has become even more embarrassing and difficult.

Xiao Yang said: "That's right."

The eighth prince said, "Congratulations."

The prince, who had heard a little about the incident in the Jinghai Marquis' Mansion, took a casual look in the direction of the carriage and paused.
Chapter completed!