"Xi'er, it's time to take medicine." As the gentle words fell, a woman with a beautiful and dignified face and an elegant temperament walked up. She was wearing soft and elegant pine green clothes, with a woman's bun on her head, and a hint of sincerity at the corner of her mouth.
With a soft smile in my heart, I gently placed the tray containing the small porcelain anther bowl on the stone table.
"Ah...Mother, Xi'er is already well. You don't need to take medicine anymore." As soon as she heard about taking medicine, the little girl's two naturally delicate eyebrows wrinkled together, stopped fluttering, and hid in Hua'er.
Reluctant to show his face behind his back.
"The Fifth Miss is a good child. Can Hua'er accompany the Fifth Miss to drink medicine?" Hua'er smiled softly, turned around, picked up the little girl, and walked towards the eldest lady.
"Mother..." With a delicate little face, she trailed off the words in a milky voice. As soon as she approached the stone table in the courtyard, she pinched her cute little nose with her two little fingers, a look of ruthlessness on her face.
Unwilling.
Jian Bingran reached out to take her beloved daughter's limp body, took her little hand away, and couldn't help laughing and said: "If Xi'er obediently drinks the medicine every time, when she gets better, mother will take Xi'er out of the house and go to the streets."
Going out to the street? The little girl's eyes lit up and flickered like morning stars in the sky. "Mother, do you mean what you say?"
Jian Bingran gently rubbed her forehead against her smooth and smart forehead, her eyes full of doting: "Mother, you keep your word."
The little girl stretched out a chubby little finger and said seriously: "Mother and Xi'er pulled the hook to trick people into thinking they were little turtles."
"Okay, hook up." Jian Bingran smiled and stretched out a little finger, and hooked up with her beloved daughter's little finger. Her whole body glowed with the unique charm and tenderness of a mature woman.
The life of this little rice insect is simple and leisurely. In addition to eating, sleeping and having diarrhea every day, he either plays hide and seek with butterflies, shakes his head and sings songs from that era, or plays coquettishly with his beautiful mother, two maids and Grandma Sang.
Ming Xixi flipped through several ancient books. She didn't mind if she didn't have her father's love. In her previous life, she didn't enjoy his father's love. It didn't matter if her monthly silver was deducted, as long as she could guarantee a basic life. She in her previous life,
The material requirements are not high either.
However, she will definitely try to get back what she owes her. However, she is too young and powerless at the moment, so she can only patiently wait for herself to grow up.
The late autumn wind was a bit cold. Jian Bingran was afraid that her daughter would catch the cold, so she hurriedly asked Hua'er to bring her medicine soup into the house, while she carried her daughter inside.
"Madam, the second lady and the third lady have entered the courtyard." Zhi'er came in quickly from the outside, with a bit of worry on his face.
Jian Bingran's heart tightened, and she unconsciously lowered her head to look at her daughter, comforting her softly: "Xi'er, don't be afraid, mother is here, they don't dare to do anything to you."
Huh? What's going on? Before Ming Xixi could recover from her confusion, there was a flurry of footsteps approaching from far away, and soon, a group of women appeared in the courtyard.
Looking at the past, the two women in the lead, one was plump and plump with rich red makeup, and the other was full of jewels. Ming Xixi felt happy. The two women were thin and fat. Her father, whom she had not met yet, was very lucky.
His eyes moved to the two little girls, whose appearance was somewhat similar to that of a plump woman. One was about ten years old, and her beautiful little face was half elegant and half gentle. It gave people the feeling that this girl would be a virtuous and virtuous woman in the future, but
, Although the eyebrows are gentle, they do not reach the depth of the eyes.
The other one is about two years younger, with a flamboyant and dazzling look. Her raised little chin declares her arrogance and arrogance, and her expression is full of disdain and disdain.
The bejeweled woman was holding a little boy, about six or seven years old, who was plump and very cute. He seemed to be spoiled. As soon as he came in, he pointed at Ming Xixi and shouted: "You stupid fifth sister, you
Are you awake? The second and third sisters all said you were dead..."
Zhu Guangbao angrily covered her son's small mouth and scolded in a low voice: "Lei'er, don't talk nonsense. Why don't you greet me?"
The faces of the two little sisters on the other side changed slightly. The younger one turned around and glared fiercely: "Crow's Mouth! What a nuisance!"
"You are the nuisance, Crow Mouth!" The little boy showed no signs of weakness and immediately pushed back, without even trying to pull the corner of his mouth, wrinkle his nose and make a face at the other person.
Ming Xixi couldn't help but curl her lips slightly. She really wanted to pinch this naughty little chubby boy a few times.
The proud little peacock stamped his feet, frowned, and shook the woman's sleeves: "Mother! Xiu Lei bullied Ping'er!"
Guan Yier smiled gently at his youngest daughter: "Stop making trouble, we are here to visit Miss Fifth, not to make people laugh."
Nai Chunqiao had already pulled her son forward and took a step forward. She could not hide the pride in her eyes and said, "Madam. Children like to make trouble. I hope Madam will not worry about it."
Jian Bingran said with a smile: "Third aunt, please don't worry, I won't mind." Oh, can she mind? Is it useful for her to mind?
Guan Yi turned his head to look at Jian Bingran, his arrogant expression not restrained even a little bit, and he bowed slightly on the spot as a courtesy. He turned back to his two daughters and said: "Lin'er, Ping'er, come to see the eldest lady.
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Ming Xiulin and Ming Xiuping moved slightly and reluctantly said lazily: "Auntie."
"Lin'er, Ping'er is getting more and more juicy as she grows older." Jian Bingran looked at the two arrogant little sisters and politely praised her. Ming Xixi, who was in her arms, didn't wait for her mother's instructions and said automatically: "Second aunt, third aunt.
Hello aunt. Hello second sister, third sister and fourth brother."