Village Girl Struggle

Because Li Qing and Li Mo were tired for a day, Li Hong was unwell, and Grandma was going to watch the night in Zhao Xi's room herself, but Jiang Ying felt that Grandma was too old, and she volunteered to replace Grandma Gao.

Because Zhao Xi rarely wakes up at night, and although she is young, she is a good waiter. Mother Gao has arranged to go to the Yun Mansion these few days, but she can't make it through, so she told Jiang Ying a few words and went to rest in her room.

Ordinarily, a person the size of Zhao Xi should be kept in the inner room to sleep on the floor, listening to the movement at any time, but Xiao Zhao Xi has always liked to be alone since he was a child, and the night watchman would only sleep on the small collapse outside. However, Zhao Xi usually sleeps steadily at night, unlike the other masters, such as the second lady, who needs water for a while, and snacks for a while when he is hungry. After eating and drinking, he wants to go to the clean room.

After making the bed in the outer room, Jiang Ying took the lampstand into the inner room and looked at Zhao Xi.

Grandma Gao has taken off the sleeping Zhao Xi's coat and covered the little quilt.

The five-year-old doll is lying quietly among a pile of beautiful quilts. The big eyes that are always flashing are closed at this time, and the long eyelashes are lightly drooping, and the black fan shadow falls, and the small body sleeps. Straightforwardly, the two little hands were folded on his chest, as if they were protecting something precious, and as if they were making a small wish.

After crossing, from the tens of thousands, she suddenly descended into a little girl, with a humble status and a life like a grass, and you can see the best scumbags everywhere. Fortunately, there are also small beautiful men who can seize the eyes. .

Jiang Ying bends the corner of his mouth, stretched out a finger, and gently touched the overlapping chubby hand. Seeing that the pink finger moved slightly, Jiang Ying hurriedly retracted his hand, made a grimace, and went outside to protect the lampstand. Because it was a vigil, Jiang Ying and Yiyi slept, and his heart was always strained to prevent Zhao Xi from calling people at night.

Because of the light fragrance burning in the little young master’s house, Jiang Ying was in a daze, and seemed to be back in his bedroom in a daze. Don’t leave your hands,...slightly warm and soft, feels great...

Touching and touching is actually a naked and beautiful man. Although his face is vague, he can feel that he must be a beautiful and delicious meal. You kiss me*, so happy until it is like a woman bathing in a hot spring with a lazy smile, lightly expressing his eyes …

A pale face was close at hand, his eyes were dark, his lips were bloody, he suddenly opened up, revealing a mouthful of white fangs, he sneered, and bit his small neck!

Jiang Ying screamed, and only then woke up from the nightmare, touched his forehead with a dense cold sweat, and he only screamed when he thought of himself, and I don’t know if he awakened the young master, he couldn’t help but regret it. Those who couldn't sleep had such a scary dream.

Hey, speaking of it, Xiao Fengfeng is all to blame, and if we have to do something like that, we will be killed again, so that we will be born again, and there will be a little shadow in our heart!

Jiang Ying was still thinking about it, but when he heard some movement in the interior, he pricked his ears and listened, as if it were a soft cry.

Jiang Ying got up and lit the lamp, placed it at the junction of the outer room and the inner room, and looked towards the bed under the dim light.

But seeing the little man on the bed still slept like that, but his face was intertwined with tears, his brows were tightly twisted, and he made a faint sob.

"Little Master?"

Jiang Ying was taken aback, thinking that Zhao Xi was awake, he screamed hurriedly.

Zhao Xi didn't notice anything, her eyes were still closed, teardrops rolled from the corners of her eyes at a speed visible to the naked eye, looking sad.

I don't know if I dreamed of something wronged and embarrassing, so silently crying, really a poor baby.

Jiang Ying sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed Zhao Xi's shoulder, "Young Master? Wake up, wake up, this is a dream..."

After a while, Zhao Xi opened her eyes, and the washed eyes were still misty and misty. She stared at Jiang Ying in a daze, her little nose twitching.

When it was clear that it was Jiang Ying, he suddenly let out a cry of surprise, plunged into Jiang Ying's arms, and hugged Jiang Ying's waist tightly with two small claws. A small face was buried in Jiang Ying's arms, and he seemed to cry habitually, and Jiang Ying's chest was wet with tears.

However, Jiang Ying, who was awakened by a nightmare late at night, was already possessed by the glory of motherhood. How could he take this into consideration? He only raised his hand, gently patted Zhao Xi on the back, and comforted, "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. , But if you have nightmares, they are all fake, and they will disappear when you wake up."

Zhao Xi's sobbing gradually ceased, and she raised her head from Jiang Ying's arms and glanced at Jiang Ying, her eyes staring blankly.

"But do you want to drink water?"

When Jiang Ying moved, Zhao Xi shook her head and hugged Jiang Ying tightly, expressing his attitude with this gesture.

Jiang Ying scratched his head, how did he feel that he was really a mother?

Jiang Ying was silent for a while, and then asked, "Then, go hush?"

Zhao Xi let go of Jiang Ying, suddenly jumped out of bed, and ran to the cubicle behind the big bed, but listening to the big bead and the small bead falling on the jade plate, he did not need anyone to wait for him to solve it.

Zhao Xi ran back again. Jiang Ying realized that Zhao Xi was a barefoot girl. Fortunately, Zhao Xi flew on the bed again, hugged her arms, and leaned her head against her. Jiang Ying used it as a pillow.

Jiang Ying wanted to get up, "Little Master, I'll get some water."

Don't let go!

Zhao Xi's small arms clasped tighter.

Jiang Ying was silent again, this baby who doesn't care about hygiene, you don't wash your hands!

Not to mention how the young master and the girl in Zhao Xi's courtyard spent the night, in the Zhao Mansion of Nuo Da, there are also many people who can't sleep at night.

The second lady, Zhao Meng, was holding an arm of Aunt Mei, with a dreamlike look on her face, as she said, she laughed.

"Auntie, you don't know, that cousin Yun is so handsome and handsome, just like the fairy on that day, he spoke very kindly and smiled at me. Haha."

Originally, Aunt Mei was ordered not to follow Miss No. 2 again, but after a long time, Aunt Mei cried to Master Zhao several times, and Master Zhao also allowed her to see a few times. Others heard the song and knew their intentions, so they turned aside. Eyes, close one eye and leave it alone.

Therefore, as soon as Zhao Meng returned from the Yun Mansion as a guest, he went straight to the aunt's courtyard, seeking his own mother to come up with ideas.

In the past, Zhao Meng didn’t have a chance to attend birthday greetings to the old lady of Yunfu. Mrs. Zhao took Zhao Huan with him in the early years. Later, when Zhao Huan got older, she changed to Zhao Ying, and then she changed to Zhao Xi...

In short, Zhao Meng, a concubine, has never been taken seriously by Mrs. Zhao. However, Zhao Meng feels that she is better than her prostitute Zhao Ying in terms of appearance, and has always been dissatisfied in her heart. This time, it is because Mrs. Yun has fifty years of life. , And then brought all the granddaughters and grandsons over. Zhao Meng took a sigh of relief, ignoring his eleventh age, dressed up like a flowery branch, hoping to make a big splash in Yunfu and overwhelm Miss Zhao Ying.

However, this second young lady’s self-confidence was blown after seeing Miss Yun’s maid...The outfits of Zhao Meng’s body are worth hundreds of taels of silver, which is actually the outfit of other maid’s. The standard is even slightly inferior-it hurts self-esteem too much.

Not to mention the overall style of Miss Yun, and the different attitudes that Miss Yun and Mrs. Yun can see to themselves and Zhao Ying, all made Zhao Meng gritted her silver teeth tightly, and only felt resentful. I hate the world with a grievance, and I wish I hadn't been to Yun Mansion before.

However, by the end of the luncheon, all the grievances disappeared after seeing Master Yun Yun Song and a handsome noble son.

Zhao Meng kept looking at the young men secretly with his eyes, with a cocoa heart, like a small deer ramming him, his face was infinitely shy, and when he returned to Zhao's mansion, he immediately came to seek support from Aunt Mei.

Aunt Mei is not eligible to go to Baoguo Gong’s residence, but Aunt Mei is really happy for her daughter to be able to go this year. Aunt Mei could not help but sigh regretfully when her daughter praised Yunsong, the eldest son of the Yun family.

"Oh, it's a pity, Master Yun has already booked a kiss. Otherwise, it would be a good one."

As for whether her daughter's identity is worthy of this question, Aunt Mei has naturally forgotten selectively either intentionally or unintentionally.

"Master Yun is going to be the head of the country in the future, three wives and four concubines,...nothing."

As for whether Yun Song's future wife would agree to this question, Zhao Meng also chose to forget the bird.

Aunt Mei looked at her daughter, and saw Zhao Meng's eyes gleaming, with a small shy smile on her lips, and a spring look on her face. She was really a little girl immersed in dreams.

"Oh, it should be easier if you want to make a position for auntie. Just wronged Meng'er..."

"Don't be wronged, as long as the eldest son is good to me, hehe, that's fine." Zhao Meng was talking to himself, and he began to imagine the good life of marrying into the Guogong Mansion.

Aunt Mei turned her gaze for a while, thought for a while, nodded her head as if she was determined, and said, "Well, since Meng'er has this thought, she has to lose her life and let my baby Meng'er fulfill her wish. !"

If Zhao Meng, who was a few months younger than the eldest lady, had thought about it, as the most valuable eldest daughter in Zhao's mansion, how could Zhao Ying remain indifferent?

She brought a well-informed old mother who had been to the Yun Mansion by her side. When she met people of all kinds and waiting, she would talk to her aside. It’s fine to see the young master of the Yun family. After all, she was a child. Have seen it once or twice. But when he saw the three noble sons, Zhao Ying was not calm.

According to the old mother, these three noble princes should not be small, and one of them looks like King Rongjun. Looking at the appearance and dressing of several of them sitting on an equal footing, it is estimated that the status of the two is not low.

And even though Mrs. Yun mentioned that these three are here on behalf of the family to celebrate the birthday, but let these three young people come here single, presumably because the drunkard’s intention is not to drink, I am afraid that they are coming for Miss Yun. After all, Yun The eldest's aunt Yun Fan, who was a crowd of beggers back then, almost broke the threshold of the Yun family. Now, Miss Yun, who looks like his aunt, is also thirteen years old, and it's time to get married.

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Xiao Xixi: Ha ha, my sister is coming to my boat soon!

Xiaoyingying:. . . !