The Princess Wei Yang

Ladies and ladies left with beautiful brocade, Li Weichuang stayed, and every afternoon she would make a pot of tea for the old lady.

The old lady is very interested in her past life and always wonders how she used to live.

Li Weiyang just spoke in a very relaxed tone about her life at Li's house, but the old lady shook her head. “Three maids, you didn't tell the truth. ”

Li Weichuang stared at the old lady with a clear pair of eyes. “Do you really want to hear the truth, old lady? ”

The old lady nodded. “All I want to hear is the truth. ”

Li Weichuang took a deep breath. Those things, if they wanted to find out, could always be found out. There was no need to hide them: “I stayed at Li's house until I was seven years old. If nobody picked me up at the Prime Minister's office, they would send me to Zhou's house in the countryside. Zhou's master mother, Liu Shi, was mean and often refused to give me food. At the beginning, she was too young to understand anything, so I snuck off to the kitchen to steal something to eat, and Liu Shi caught me beating her up.” Li Weichuang rolled up his sleeves, revealing wounds on his elbows, "here, on his back, on his thighs, all. ”

The old lady looked at her with amazement, completely unimaginable: "Did you tell her that your biological father was the Prime Minister? ”

Li Weiyang smiled. She knew that the old lady would not believe it, but it was all true: “I cried and told Liu that my father was a major official in Kyoto, but she smiled at me. After spending six years at Zhou's house, I was bitten by a mosquito in the summer and couldn't sleep. In the winter, the house looked like an ice cellar; I was riding by Zhou's little daughter, and both hands and knees were worn off. In order to make up for the rough work, my fingers were full of needles and my feet were covered with frostbite.” Li Weichuang's voice was not high and her expression was not terrible. She did not mention that she had almost been killed several times, but in her faint tone, she distinguished between a sore, a terrible, helpless appearance. The old lady and the mother of Rome beside her were completely stuck listening.

The old lady unconsciously looked at the uncentric hand and pulled it over smoothly to find that the white hand did have some marks, but it was not so obvious that she had not noticed it in the past.

Mama Lo shook her head. Ladies in the Prime Minister's office, which was not a golden jade food and a hundred kinds of care, but Miss San actually had such a life. After all, she still had the Prime Minister's blood on her body, but was abused by the lowest peasant women.

The old lady looked at Mien and had a heart ache in her heart. She could not imagine how a seven-year-old girl would survive and grow up one day at a time. She looked at Li Weiyang and slowly said: "Son, you've suffered. I didn't know they were so mean to you--”

Li Weijung smiled and almost saw the old lady's face in her dark pupils: “No, these are not bitter. The real sadness in the heart is that during the last Yuan Festival, when I saw Master Li take his children out, I also wanted to hold his father's hand and smile. I also wanted to watch the flower lights and eat yuanxiao with him, but others scolded me, saying that I was a wild child with no father or mother. ”

Li Weijung did not cry, because there are some things, if you do not cry, there will be. This logic, she has understood since she was very young.

The old lady grabbed Li Weiyang's hand gently and slowly said: "Son, you are home and no one will ever bully you again. ”

The old lady said that the movement in her eyes was true. Li Weichuang snuggled her hand. Yes, now that she is back, no one can bully her anymore! If being a good person is bullied, she will only be a bad person in her life!

The old lady smiled and showed a hint of genuine concern in her eyes: "Silly child, I live here alone very lonely, come and accompany me often. ”

Li Weichuang knew that the old lady's words were the greatest guarantee for her future life!

Back in his yard, the purple smoke rushed up. Li Weichuang glanced at the painting and the eyebrows were outside. She took the chicken fur duster and dusted the gray on the mahogany carved screen. She kept walking. She quickly stepped into the interior.

Two brocades each in the hands of Bamboo and Bamboo are incredibly beautiful and only pleasant to see.

Li Weiyang asked the two maids to put the brocade on the table, then let Ink Bamboo go out and leave only Bai alone, then she reached out her hand to the fine and beautiful brocade, two words appeared in her lips: “Ripped! ”

White didn't react for a while, stay there.

Li Weichuang looked at her and said faintly: “What are you doing standing there, tearing them apart? ”

Even though he was particularly surprised, Bai Zheng walked over, picking up a brocade, pulling out a haircut on his hair and pulling his hands to the side, and the beautiful brocade was destroyed in half.

The sun shined through the plaid window covered by winter plums into the shadow of Ben, illuminating the beautiful brocade on the table, listening to the silk moan, but Li Weiyang's lips revealed a slight smile.

Bai Zheng faithfully executed Li Weichuang's orders. Soon, these brocades had been remorseful and few remained.

But it was ruined, and Baiqiao was scared again: "Miss, these are from the young master. They should be worn in case of New Year's Eve...”

Li Weichuang blinked and said: “Baiqiao, go find a box and lock up these brocades. ”

"Yes, slaves understand. ”

But what good would it do to lock up these torn brocades?

At this time, Painting Eyebrow excused herself from going out to fetch the washing clothes, she had quietly arrived at Fu 'an Court, and she was very shy because she had broken her last errand.

The doctor did not blame her at all, but smiled and said: "Painting eyebrows, I told you to take good care of Miss San. ”

The eyebrows were slightly loose. Fortunately, Madam Lam was not angry. Mama Lin walked up and grabbed her hand gently. She said softly: "Madam, do you understand? ”

Painting frowned and nodded quickly.

Mama Lin stopped and slowly said: “Madam can forgive you once, never again! ”

Painting eyebrows felt one of Mama Lin's hands penetrate her waist, like a little water snake rubbing against her glossy skin, drawing eyebrows lowly, eager to jump away, but Mama Lin pinched a small piece of skin on her waist, twisted it raw, her pointy nails almost embedded in the meat, screamed hard, painted eyebrows eating pain, screamed, and sieved all over her: “Yes! Yes, the slave must keep an eye on Miss San! ”

The red coral bracelet in the hands of the madam turned and smiled with kindness.