All Hail Cousin Brother

Mrs. Song was a bit plump, her round face was kind when she smiled, she looked at Yu Youyao with love in her eyes.

The little girl who is more than nine years old looks rounder and more delicate than the average girl, her childishness has faded, she is a little more delicate, her appearance is also first-class, her eyebrows are innocent and charming, in two years Longer, a single good name, she is also indispensable.

Old Madam Yu also laughed: "She just got a note, and she looks different every day."

"That's not true," Mrs. Song liked it more and more, she took off the suet jade bracelet from her wrist and put it on Yu Youyao's wrist: "I heard from your grandmother that she learned everything from the mothers in the palace recently. what?"

"Not only have I learned the rules, but I have also learned some female celebrities, Zhongfu, and tea." Yu Youyao didn't mention the pharmacology and fragrance, but Madam Xu said that when the moon is full, it will be full. What the girl's home reveals is just right.

These are things that girls should learn. The smile in Mrs. Song's eyes deepened, and she patted her hand: "Sister Hui often talks about you. From now on, she will often come to my house to play."

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

Yu Youyao nodded and obediently answered "Yes".

Zhen Guohou's mansion is an old nobleman, the family has not yet separated, the four families live together, and the eldest son of the eldest family inherits the nobleman.

The sister Hui that Mrs. Song was talking about was Song Wanhui, the seventh daughter of the chief concubine of Zhen Guohou's mansion. She was Song Mingzhao's younger sister, and she was the same age as Yu Youyao.

After talking a lot, Mrs. Song felt chest tightness and coughed twice.

Yu Youyao was right in front of her, quickly took the copper-bodied sputum box from the servant girl 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 sputum box from Yu Youyao's hand, and then Mrs. Song bowed her head and spit out, pinched the handkerchief and pressed the corner of her mouth, and a cup of warm tea was handed to her eyes.

Mrs. Song saw that it was Yu Youyao who served the tea, so she reached out to take it and took a sip, rinsed it in her mouth, and then spit it into the spit box.

Yu Youyao transferred the teacup to the servant girl, and helped Mrs. Song to lean on the pillow.

Mrs. Yu looked at Mrs. Song worriedly: "You have a cough and asthma that doesn't stop every time the seasons change, why do you still run outside?" Then she sighed: "As you get older, you need more Take care of yourself."

Mrs. Song shook her head: "When people are old, that's all," said Yu Youyao again, and she had already sat beside Mrs. Yu, looking cute and lovely: "It's you, an old bastard, with A clever girl like Yaoyao pleases people, she looks more energetic than before, she seems to be three years younger than me."

Old Mrs. Yu was two years older than her, but she seemed to have fewer wrinkles on her face than her, and her spirit was sharp, which was not enviable.

There are more than a dozen sisters in the house, and they often wait in front of her. I used to think that there were a few who were still attractive, but now I have a comparison, so I can't help shaking.

Old Madam Yu also took a good look at Yu Youyao, with a smile in her eyes: "It's not in vain to raise her."

She is very filial to her grandmother! Yu Youyao sat on the small 杌 (wu) and puffed up her face. She was bored for a while, so she couldn't help but glanced into the cubicle.

A golden Bodhisattva was enshrined inside, Yu Youyao didn't recognize which Bodhisattva it was, an old monk, and six young monks sat on the futon to meditate and chant scriptures.

As if sensing her gaze, the old monk lifted his drooping eyelids and glanced at her, his cloudy eyes fixed between her brows for a moment, and then closed his eyes again.

Yu Youyao's breathing was stagnant, and his brows were burning hot from this look, and sweat broke out on her back, she quickly turned her eyes away, not daring to look any further.

She felt that this old monk seemed to be able to see the blood jade lotus between her eyebrows, and she was a little bit on pins and needles.

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

Yu Youyao didn't want to stay inside either, and was about to get up when footsteps came from outside, and Bai Shao, the eldest maid in front of Old Madam Yu, entered the room: "Eldest Madam, Second Madam, brought the sisters over here."

Qingxiu led the people into the meditation room, Yang Shuwan and Yao Shi, together with a few sisters, greeted Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Song in a lively way.

Mrs. Yu's expression was indifferent, and she couldn't see any joy or anger. On the contrary, Mrs. Song smiled and praised a few words about the good looks of her sisters. Jia paused, then passed Yu Qingning again, and when she saw Yu Shuangbai in pink and purple, she smiled warmly.

Yang Shuwan wanted to say something flattering, but Mrs. Song was coughing again and again. The maids and mother-in-law rushed forward to serve her. After tossing for a while, Yang Shuwan waited until Mrs. Song calmed down. In the past, he looked a little disappointed for a while.

Yu Jianjia, who was standing beside Yang Shuwan, couldn't stay there any longer when he saw this situation, so he had to sit on the twig next to Yu Youyao, his eyes flickered, and he saw the mutton fat jade bracelet on Yu Youyao's wrist, which was as white as cut fat, like creamy fat. , revealing a delicate and soft light.

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

Yu Jianjia took the tea handed by the maid, lowered his head and took a sip, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Mrs. Song's wrist was empty.

People with a good relationship will inevitably give some gifts when they walk around, but when they meet outside by chance, they do it out of their hearts.

Sending a favorite junior is to give something that can be found and touched on the body, so as to show intimacy.

For a while, Yu Jianjia felt so stuffy in his heart, his throat felt like a cold wind was blowing, it was a little itchy, he could not help but cover his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed heavily.

Madam Yu's expression became more and more pale, she turned her head and said to Bai Shao: "Bring the pink plum embroidered cloak that Yaoyao brought as a replacement, and put it on for Sister Jia."

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

Yu Jianjia thanked Mrs. Yu, and asked Fenix ​​to wait on her and put on the cloak to block the coldness that penetrated her body from outside.

After sitting for a while, Song Mingzhao, son of Zhen Guohou, came to greet Mrs. Yu in person. The girls in the house are still young, so there is no need to avoid them.

Song Mingzhao was tall and thin, wearing royal blue embroidered bamboo embroidered clothes, and came in from the door against the light.

Although the face is as gentle as jade, although it is still young, it is already handsome and tough, and one can get a glimpse of the calmness, nobility, and elegance of adulthood in the dream.

Yu Youyao's breathing was stagnant, and she felt her heart throbbing, as if being pricked by a needle, and her pink face turned pale.

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