Bai Weiwei shook the long gripping dragon proudly and knocked on the old cow's big mouth, muttering in a low voice: "You old cow, you don't let me touch you, hum, I'll let you prefer boys over girls, but I won't let you eat!"
"Chi—"A hearty laugh suddenly sounded behind me.
Mo Qianxun!? Bai Weiwei suddenly turned her head.
I don’t know when two more people will come in the yard.
The man standing not far away wearing a crescent white shirt and golden silk lined with cloud patterns and a jade hairpin tied with brocade belts, smiling softly at the white silk in the wind.
Bai Wei frowned slightly: "Mo Ling?"
Behind Prince Mo was a young woman with pearls and jade-dressed flowers. This woman looked so familiar. After thinking about it, isn’t this one of her father’s many wives? Why are they together? No, this Mo Ling doesn’t love young girls, so she just wants to be this! Yes, half-old Xu Lady, still has charm, mature and tasteful, how can a little girl compare to?
Mo Ling didn't care much about her calling him his name, and looked at her, not knowing what bun she was holding. She slept with fluffy and messy but looked unique. He asked gently: "Wei'er, your injury is healed? Why don't you bandage it?"
"It's much better, the civilian woman would like to thank Prince Mo for the things he sent for generously." Bai Weiwei replied with a calm expression.
Thinking about how warm she looked when she saw her before, and looking at her current alienated tone, Mo Ling was a little hurt and felt a little guilty, and said softly: "You don't have to be so polite between you and me. Wei'er, this is your aunt, do you remember?"
You and I don’t have to be polite??? What is this? Bai Wei frowned and casually stuffed the gripping dragon in his hand to Lao Niu, nodded and said, “I remember it.”
The little aunt looked blankly at the woman standing next to the simple cowshed, who was still holding a handful of grass in her hand and feeding cows. However, she saw her wearing a plain dress, her hair was randomly messy, her face was white and her lips were moist but she was not covered with powder. She was shocked a little, and her mouth opened and spit out a few words: "Are you Miss Weiwei?"
The old cow finished eating with a few bites of Bai Weiwei's hand. She said "um" and simply bent down and rubbed some of them and threw them into the cowshed for the old cow to eat enough.
The little aunt looked at her in disbelief and looked again and again. Seeing her bent down to feed the grass and fed the cows, her eyes gradually filled with tears. She walked over and held Bai Weiwei's hand without bothering her dirty, and said, "Miss Weiwei, you have suffered."
Bai Weiwei looked at her hand being grabbed by the woman, then looked at her tears, and smiled clearly: "Just call me Weiwei, don't be the one who sees you, come, let's wash your hands and go into the house to talk."
After cleaning his hands, he led his aunt into the bedroom. There was no way, there was no hall here for meeting guests. Mo Ling also followed behind and walked in.
Her bedroom was filled with a faint fragrance of flowers, and the decorations were extremely simple, a large red wooden bed, a small dark yellow table in all directions, a few stools, a dressing mirror, two large boxes for clothes... Just these few things fill the small room, which has to be said to be very cold and simple, but think about it, how luxurious can a thatched hut be?
The little aunt looked at all this and her eyes turned red again. Such a house was not as good as a girl from the Bai Mansion. She took out a silk silk to wipe her tears, and then said, "Weiwei, letting you, a young lady, live this kind of life, really suffer..."