- "Sister, sister." Drowsily, Song Weichen opened her eyes with difficulty as she kept hearing someone calling her and holding her hand.
"Sister, you are finally awake!" The speaker was a five or six-year-old little girl, thin and small, with big eyes, looking at her expectantly.
A tear fell from the corner of Song Weichen's eyes. He lay on the bed and stretched out his arms. The little girl jumped up and hugged her tightly.
“Good Bao’er, you scared me to death.”
The little kid raised his head with a puzzled look on his face, “Sister, it’s obvious that you scared Bao’er to death, you look sick. He is even more powerful than me and can’t be woken up.”
She pointed behind her, "Sister Guyu said that I went to the mountains to see my mother that night and got sick from the night dew. I have been sleeping here for several days and my family is worried about it. So she will send me home first and wait for my sister to recover." Come and play with me."
"Gu Yu...?"
Just as he was about to speak, Gu Yu came closer and said, "Miss Sangpu, this servant is the maid of the Lord's house. "Master Si Chen temporarily asked his servants to come over to serve the girl. His Majesty also made a special statement before, saying that he and the girl are old friends, so if you have any needs, just ask, Gu Yu will do his best."
Song Weichen looked around. Realizing that she was in Wuqingju at the moment. By the way, Bao'er called her sister. She took a look at herself and realized she was not wearing a white robe.
“Gu Yu, please send Baoer home happily, and remember to bring her the remaining chestnut cakes.”
Guyu responded, but was a little surprised. How did this girl know about the chestnut cake? It seems that he is really closely related to the adult in his house.
"Sister, I'll go home first. You must come and see me." Baoer said sweetly.
Song Weichen touched Bao'er's hair affectionately, "Okay, Bao'er, don't worry. In the future, your brothers and sisters in Sichen Mansion will support you, and your little girl will never dare to bully you again."
< br>Bao'er nodded and clung to Song Weichen affectionately for a while, before Gu Yu reluctantly took her away.
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After they left, the room became quiet again.
Song Weichen closed her eyes, thinking about Xiu Niang's eyes when she looked at Bao'er. She couldn't help but think of her parents and the home she would never return to. She couldn't help but shed tears again, and she was too lazy to wipe them away. Let it drip onto the pillow.
A brocade handkerchief gently touched his eyes, and a gentle and familiar voice said, "Why are you crying again? It's really made of water."
Hearing this voice, Song Weichen cried even more He said fiercely, "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I want to go home, can you help me go home..."
Mo Tingfeng was confused when he saw her crying. In his memory, this little girl didn't seem to have cried much. He didn't cry when he was in danger, he didn't cry when he was misunderstood and bullied, he didn't cry when he was seriously injured or critically injured, but why was she crying now? He could only pick her up and hold her in his arms to comfort her.
"Stop crying Weiwei, can I give you a home?"
Song Weichen couldn't listen at all. She was troubled by the compensatory psychology of Bao'er finally coming home, and she was immersed in her homesickness and her parents. , cried until he collapsed, and then fell into a drowsy sleep.
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Song Weichen had a long dream while sleeping.
Just when she felt tired, there was a knocking sound outside the door, and the faint voice of the servant came, "Girl, Mr. Mo is here to visit and said he would like to invite you to see the venue for the sacrificial ceremony."
Um? Mr. Mo? When she opened her eyes in a daze, she seemed to have become Sang Pu in the dream. At noon, it was the quietest time of the day in a place like this courtyard, and she was lazily leaning on the beauty's bed and taking a nap.
“If I don’t want to go, I still have to ask my mother to allow me to go out. I can play music anywhere, no need to worry about the venue.” Sang Pu closed his eyes again and spoke lazily. "Mom has already said hello. Miss Sangpu can go out with me at any time." Mo Tingfeng's voice came from outside the door.
She opened her eyes and stared at the roof with a cold expression. She didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she got up and opened the door.
The handsome young man stood outside the door. He was dressed in navy blue and jade-colored clothes. His eyes were full of smiles, like the breeze and the bright moon. There was no trace of worldliness in his body. He was clearly from two different worlds.
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“Young Master came uninvited and made his own decisions to arrange things for me. You can see that he is a knowledgeable person. He knows that people like us cannot even be our own masters.” Sang Pu said to Mo. Ting Feng smiled, but his words were chilling.
After speaking, regardless of Mo Tingfeng's reaction, he twisted his waist back into the room and half-leaned back on the couch.
Mo Tingfeng was not annoyed and followed him into Wuqingju. The servant closed the door and left. He walked to the chair next to the beauty's bed and sat down, still looking at Sang Pu with a smile.
"Have you ever played hut, girl?"
I didn't expect him to ask such a question without any reason, with a puzzled look on his face, "Huh?"
"If you want to throw the pot, there is a trick. When throwing the arrow, don't focus on the mouth of the pot, but look further away. A little bit, the arrow thrown like this has a higher chance of being thrown into the pot."
Sang Pu leaned on his side and propped his chin on his hands, with a "So what?" expression on his face.
"So I won the pot today."
Mo Tingfeng smiled, "My purpose is just to see the girl. It doesn't matter whether I go out or not. It's just a matter of throwing arrows. Look a little further.”
Sang Pu also smiled when he heard this. Her smile was very beautiful, but it was a pity that it was as short-lived as a night-blooming cereus.
"Since you said that, I have to go out and make you miss the pot."
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"How about we really play a game of pot throwing? Girls can write down the things they want to do but haven’t done yet, and we will achieve whatever they choose.”
"Mr. Mo, won't spending so much time with me delay business?" Of course she knows that time is precious for people like them. Unlike her, the most indispensable thing is time.
"Important things are all determined by comparison. For Mo, Sang Pu is my most important business." He looked very serious.
“Okay, then let’s play hut.”
For the first time, she showed some hope, “As long as it’s something I want to do, you can help me realize it. But is it true? "
"You used a sentence from the Tao Te Ching to point out that 'a man who makes a promise will be distrustful', so this time, I won't make a promise, and we will act accordingly." He said. The eyes are firm and affectionate.
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While Mo Tingfeng and the boy were preparing the pot equipment, Sang Pu was at the table thinking about what he wanted to do but had not done yet. She has not put pen to paper, not because she wants to do too few or too many things that she has never done, but because in her previous life, no one has ever asked her the question "What do you want to do?" She has always been arranged The good one has no choice, and lives every day without any personal thoughts - although in the eyes of her mother and other girls, she has too many choices, "it is nothing more than being pampered and arrogant, and being spoiled."
Finally, she picked up a pen and carefully wrote down eight things on the eight pieces of paper required for throwing pots, and folded them carefully. Her meticulous look even had a certain believer-like look. Pious.
Only she knows that in these eight pieces of paper, there is a life that she can only ask for.
Thank you for the votes from Si Si, Qing Qing Tou, Li Nai, Compassion and Joy, 0236, Hakimi, Love at One Eye, 2711. In addition, it is predicted that there will be Easter egg stamps in the near future, there will be surprises hehe
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