"From now on, you will be members of my Bi family. The Bi family is a big family, and everything you say and do has its own rules..."
The white snow was flying, and in the courtyard of Nuo Da, the young housekeeper stood in front of the crowd and said loudly...
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"You are Bi Ping's daughter Bichun, right? Well, you look quite well-behaved... From now on, you will be the lady's maid. Serve her carefully, and it will always be good for you!"
The twelve-year-old girl looked timidly at the person in front of her, nodded obediently, and then followed the housekeeper out of the previous dilapidated residence...
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"My maid, my maid Bichun, I've met the young lady..."
Will the girl in front of me, with a smile like a flower, wearing a white fur coat, and a face as pale and transparent as snow, be his master from now on?... Bi Chun looked at her secretly, with a bit of confusion in her big eyes...
"Sister Bichun...you are the younger sister, right? I am already thirteen years old this year..."
The girl with a face as transparent as snow ran up to her happily, her slender little hands held Bichun's little hands that were calloused due to years of hard work, and her smiling eyes were like the crescent moon in the sky.
Bichun suddenly trembled slightly, and the girl's smile was imprinted in her mind, and she could never forget it again...
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Time passes like water...the two little girls back then have all turned into graceful young girls.
Girls like snow elves still love the color white.
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"My uncle is the second young master Luo Tianfeng, the most famous genius young master of the Luo family in Tiandu Prefecture!... It is said that the last time the young lady went to Xiling Mountain to pray, she encountered a demon. She was saved by the young master Luo Tianfeng. From then on, she has achieved a great success.
Marriage…”
Listening to the people around her talking, a happy blush appeared on the face of the snow elf-like girl. But behind her, the equally graceful girl in green clothes had a trace of sadness in her eyes, which was fleeting...
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The snow elf-like girl wore a white dress and put on a bright red wedding robe. The rouge red lips gave her once pale and transparent face a hint of blood... This was her most beautiful moment.
"Chun'er, do you look good?"
The girl spun gracefully in front of her, like a snow elf, with a happy and sweet smile on her face.
But she reluctantly showed a smile and nodded gently. She turned away, and a trace of sadness passed through her eyes...
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Here he comes, riding a tall horse and wearing a red robe. He is still majestic and majestic. His confidence makes all the light in the world focus on him... His eyes are affectionate, and there is a trace of pampering on his handsome face.
With an indulgent and gentle smile, she looked at the shy bride wearing a red robe. At this moment, she knew that she was superfluous. But no one would care about her, and her gloomy eyes became even more gloomy...
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The Luo family, the largest family in Tiandu Prefecture. Luo Tianfeng, the most dazzling genius of the Luo family...
He has friendship with monsters? No, that's impossible! She knows how much he hates monsters. She saw him kill those monsters one by one without mercy! How could he be with monsters like this?
Intersect? It’s a conspiracy! It’s a conspiracy!
When the bad news of his death came, the snow elf-like girl was caressing her growing belly with a happy face... The blow came too suddenly, and the blood on her face faded instantly, as if she had turned into a girl again.
She met the pale, almost transparent snow elf many years ago...and she was also on the verge of collapse...but she knew that the snow elf could fall, but she could not!...
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The day of delivery finally arrived, and she was on the hospital bed with a face so transparent that it seemed as if it could disappear with the wind at any time. Her happiness and smile were no longer there. She held her newly born life miserably, and her crystal tears fell to the ground...
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She fell ill. After his bad news came, she couldn't get sick anymore. She could no longer see her smiling eyes like the snow elf Yue Yaer, and she could no longer see her graceful dancing grace.
Body shape... She wept secretly, sitting by her bed every day, accompanying her as she became thinner and thinner...
"Chun'er...promise me to raise Yi'er...raise him..."
At the last moment of her life, she held her hand and warned her. Her eyes were filled with tears and she nodded fiercely, but could not say a word.
Her expression was gloomy, and a trace of confusion gradually appeared in her clear eyes, and she murmured to herself: "Brother Feng, I will accompany you...accompany you..."
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She was his wife, and he was a sinner of the Luo family. He was cremated in a hurry, and the snow elf turned into a cup of ashes... She buried his tomb with her, as if she could still see his heroic figure in front of her eyes.
, hearing his wild and heroic laughter, and seeing her dancing gracefully like a blood elf...
It's just that behind them, there is missing a green figure, a wine sleeve, and a pair of warm eyes...
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"Miss, Bichun has fulfilled your instructions... I miss you so much, I miss you so much!... Wuwu..."
The snow in the sky became heavier and heavier. It was fluttering and rippling. Aunt Chun cried as sadly as a helpless child, heartbreaking...
Even Luo Yi, who was standing aside, couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart... What kind of deep emotion does it take to make the other party say, 'How many times do I want to come down and continue to serve you?' What kind of thing?
How can deep emotions support a weak woman like Bichun, who has no power to restrain a chicken, to raise the 'good-for-nothing young master' who is despised by the entire Luo family? And the bitterness and grievances in this can also be
Who should listen to it?
Bi Chun cried like a child. It was only at this time every year that she could vent her bitterness and grievances. Otherwise, over ten years of accumulation, she would have been driven crazy...
"Aunt Chun, go back... If my parents see you like this, I'm afraid they will be sad... Don't be like this, okay?"
After a long time, Luo Yi finally spoke softly to persuade Aunt Chun.
"Uuuu...Second Master...Miss...Bichun misses you so much...I miss you so much..."
Aunt Chun's whole mood seemed to have completely collapsed, her body went limp to the ground, crying loudly, and did not respond to Luo Yi's words for the first time. In front of her eyes was his majestic smile, her crescent-like smile.
Bright eyes…
Luo Yi sighed softly and put his thumb on the back of Aunt Chun's neck. With a slight exertion, Aunt Chun suddenly trembled slightly, her voice gradually died down, and she passed out...
"Aunt Chun, I'm sorry. The emotional ups and downs are not good for your health... Just sleep peacefully for a while..."
Luo Yi sighed softly. Then he glanced at the little dirt bag standing in the wind and snow. He shook his head gently, picked up Aunt Chun's thin body, and headed towards the way he came from...
In the wind and snow, next to the bonfire, the heroic laughter and graceful dancing are like eternity...
Suddenly, a green figure with a bright smile appeared behind them...
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As time goes by, early winter is getting thicker, and the goose-feather-like flying catkins are getting denser and denser, decorating the entire mountains and rivers in a silvery color. The New Year, which people are eagerly anticipating, is coming...
The rising sun shines on the silvery snow, dazzling...
But today, there was a lively scene in Luo Mansion.
In the central area of Luofu, on a square in Nuo Da, people's heads were moving, buzzing sounds could be heard, and it was extremely lively and noisy...
On the majestic main road at the edge of the square, some slaves and maids looked inside curiously... Every time a tall and handsome figure in bright clothes rode up to them, the sound of thin discussion suddenly rose...
"The annual New Year Festival is indeed the most lively time... It is not unreasonable for our Luo family to become the strongest family in Tiandu Mansion... Look at the young masters of the branch families, they are all useful
Yu Xuanang, who are the thieves from the Tang and Song families, who can compare with them?"
"I think you, a little prodigal, are starting to become promiscuous, right?... Although these people are from separate families, they are also young masters... Will they look up to us maids? Wake up..."
"You just got mad... I just thought about it. If you can be attracted by a young master of a branch family... Even if you don't go to the branch family to be a young mistress, just being a concubine, it will be much better than what we are now...
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"That's natural. The Luo family is divided... In Tiandu Mansion, it represents the main family. Being a concubine in the branch family is naturally much better than being a maid in the main family... At least, you don't have to serve others anymore...
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The maid discussed in a low voice, peeking at the young men with bright clothes and high spirits, showing a luster of admiration... And when she saw those gorgeously dressed, graceful young ladies, the luster in her eyes was...
It turned into envy and longing...I'm afraid that in the hearts of these maids at the bottom of the family, they have already imagined themselves as one of those ladies with gorgeous clothes and various postures?...YY, it is not just about existence and the earth.
That's all.
"The New Year Festival...it's really lively..."
Seeing young men and girls in fresh clothes riding horses past on the majestic main road, Luo Yi could already feel the excitement of the New Year Festival even before he reached the square.
Early this morning, Aunt Chun had already prepared breakfast and came to Luo Yi's room. Then she told Luo Yi about the 'New Year Festival'.
Although there are memories of 'Master Yi' in Luo Yi's mind, these memories are not his own after all. They will only appear when he deliberately recalls them or is given some kind of reminder. So it was not until this morning that
, he just knew about the 'New Year Festival'.
From the remaining memories of 'Master Yi', Luo Yi knew that this 'New Year Festival' was also a very important day for the Luo family. On this day, all the families who were related to the Luo family would come to attend.
The annual festival at home will therefore be extremely lively.
After a month of practice, Luo Yi's seventh-level 'Tide Technique' has not yet reached its peak level, but it is not far behind. Practicing every day is boring. Since there is excitement to watch,
