All Hail Cousin Brother

Chapter 34: Meet Song Mingzhao for the first time (1)

Mrs. Song was plump, and when she smiled with a round face, she looked at Yu Youyao with kind eyes and couldn't hide her love in her eyes.

The nine-year-old girl looks rounder and more delicate than the average girl's family. She has lost her childishness and is a little more charming. Her appearance is also first-class. Longer, a single good name, but also her one.

Mrs. Yu also laughed: "She took a note, and it's the same every day."

"That's not it," Old Madam Song liked it more and more as she looked at it, she took off the suet jade bracelet from her wrist and put it on Yu Youyao's wrist: "I heard from your grandmother, I have learned everything from the maids in the palace recently. what?"

"Not only did I learn the rules, but I also learned a little about women's red, Zhongfu, and tea." Yu Youyao didn't mention pharmacology and fragrance, but Xu mama said that the moon is full, and the talent is good, whether it's a good name, The things that the girl's house reveals are not too late, just right.

These are what the girl's family should learn. The smile in Mrs. Song's eyes deepened, and she patted her hand: "Sister Hui often talks about you, and will often come to my house to play in the future."

A ten-year-old girl can already walk around close people.

Yu Youyao nodded, obediently answering "yes".

The Marquis of Zhenguo is an old nobleman, and the family has not yet split up.

Mrs. Song said that Sister Hui was Song Wanhui, the seventh girl from the first house of the Marquis of Zhenguo, and the younger sister of Song Mingzhao. She was the same age as Yu Youyao and had a good relationship with Yu Youyao.

After talking a lot, Mrs. Song felt her chest tight and couldn't help coughing twice.

Yu Youyao was right in front of her, and quickly took the copper-tied phlegm box from the hand of the maid who was standing beside her, and brought it to Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song refused to use it, and glanced at the maid in front of her.

The maid hurriedly took the phlegm box from Yu Youyao's hand, and then Mrs. Song lowered her head and spit out phlegm. She squeezed the handkerchief and pressed the corner of her mouth. A cup of warm tea was handed to her.

When Mrs. Song saw that it was Yu Youyao who was serving the tea, she stretched out her hand and took a sip, rinsed it in her mouth, and spit it into the phlegm box.

Yu Youyao handed the teacup to the maid's hand, and helped Mrs. Song to lean on the lead pillow.

Mrs. Yu looked at Mrs. Song worriedly: "Your cough and asthma will not stop every time the seasons change, why do you still run outside?" After speaking, she sighed: "When you are older, you need more Just take care of your body.”

Mrs. Song shook her head: "I'm old, so that's the way it is." Then she gave Yu Youyao another look, she had already sat down beside Mrs. Yu, and she looked cute and cute: "It's you old man, there are people around you. A clever girl like Yaoyao is pleasing to people, she looks a little more energetic than before, but she seems to be three years younger than me."

Mrs. Yu was two years older than her, but the wrinkles on her face seemed to be less than hers, and her spirit was also sharp, so she was not envious.

There are more than a dozen sisters in the house, and they often serve in front of her. I used to think that a few could be eye-catching, but now I have a comparison, so I can't help shaking it.

Mrs. Yu also glanced at Yu Youyao with a smile in her eyes: "I didn't raise her for nothing."

She is filial to her grandmother! Yu Youyao sat on the small tug (wu) with a puffed face, and was bored for a while, and couldn't help but glanced into the compartment.

There is a golden Bodhisattva enshrined in it. Yu Youyao did not recognize which Bodhisattva it was. An old monk and six young monks sat on the futon to meditate and recite sutras.

As if feeling her gaze, the old monk lifted his drooping eyelids and glanced at her, his turbid eyes fixed on her eyebrows for a moment, and then closed his eyes.

Yu Youyao's breath was stagnant, his brows were hot at the sight of him, and his back was sweating, and he quickly turned his eyes away, not daring to look any more.

She felt that the old monk seemed to be able to see the blood-jade lotus between her eyebrows, and she was sitting like a needle.

Madam Yu turned her head: "Yaoyao feels bored, so let the maid accompany you to go out for a walk."

Yu Youyao didn't want to stay inside, and was about to get up when footsteps came from outside, and Bai Shao, the big maid in front of Mrs. Yu, entered the room: "Madam, Madam, come with my sisters."

Qing Xiu led people into the meditation room. Yang Shuwan and Yao Shi, along with a few sisters, greeted Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Song in a lively salute.

Mrs. Yu's expression was light, and she could not tell whether she was angry or angry, but Mrs. Song had a smile on her face and praised a few sisters for their good looks. Jia paused for a while, then passed Yu Qingning again, and when she saw Yu Shuangbai, who was dressed in pink and purple, her smile became a little warmer.

Yang Shuwan wanted to say something to please, but Mrs. Song kept coughing again. The maid and mother-in-law rushed forward to wait on them. After a while, Yang Shuwan waited until Mrs. Song calmed down. In the past, the expression was a little disappointed for a while.

Yu Jianjia, who was standing beside Yang Shuwan, saw this situation, and it was not good for him to stay there any longer, so he had to sit on the small scorpion next to Yu Youyao, and with a flick of his eyes, he saw the mutton fat jade bracelet on Yu Youyao's wrist as white as cut fat, like condensed fat. , with a delicate and soft light.

In the morning, she didn't see Yu Youyao wearing a bracelet.

Yu Jianjia took the tea handed over by the maid, lowered her head and took a sip, seeing the empty space above Mrs. Song's wrist.

People who have a good relationship will inevitably give some gifts when they walk around, but when they meet outside, they do it by heart.

When you send your favorite junior, you need to give something you can touch to show your closeness.

For a while, Yu Jianjia felt suffocated in her heart, her throat seemed to be filled with cold wind, and it was a little itchy, so she couldn't help covering her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed heavily.

Old Man Yu's expression faded, and he turned to Bai Shao and said, "Bring the pink embroidered plum cloak that Yaoyao brought as a spare, and put it on for Sister Jia."

Bai Shao hurried out of the meditation room, and after a while, brought the cloak over to Yu Jianjia.

Yu Jianjia thanked Mrs. Yu, and let Fennel wait and put it on, and put on the cloak to block the coldness that was creeping into her body.

After sitting for a while, Song Mingzhao, the prince of the township, came to greet Mrs. Yu in person. The sisters in the house were still young, so there was no need to avoid them.

Song Ming Zhaoxiu was tall and thin, wearing a sapphire blue embroidered bamboo stick, and came in from the door against the light.

With a face that is as gentle as jade, although he is still young, he is already handsome and tough, and he can see the calm, noble and graceful attitude of adulthood in his dreams.

Yu Youyao's breathing was stagnant, and she felt that her heart was full of pain, as if a needle had been pricked, and her pink and tender face couldn't help but turn pale.

As soon as Song Mingzhao entered the room, the room became bright and bright.

ps: The male supporting role has appeared. Haha, are you surprised or surprised?

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