Wishing You Eternal Happiness Chapter 34: : First meeting with Song Mingzhao (1)

Mrs. Song is a little plumper, with a round face and kind eyes when she smiles. She looks at Yu Youyao with unmistakable affection in her eyes.

The little girl who is over nine years old looks rounder and more delicate than the average girl. She has lost her childishness and is more delicate. Her appearance is also first-rate, and her eyes are innocent and charming. In two years it will bloom a lot, and she will be indispensable for any good name.

Old Mrs. Yu also laughed: "She has been smoking, and she looks the same every day."

"That's not true." The more Mrs. Song looked at it, the more she liked it. She took off the mutton-fat jade bracelet from her wrist and put it on Yu Youyao's wrist: "I heard from your grandmother that she has been learning from the nuns in the palace recently. What have you learned?"

"Not only did I learn the rules, but I also learned some about nvhong, zhongfu, and tea." Yu Youyao didn't mention pharmacology and fragrance mixing. Aunt Xu said that when the moon is full, it will be full, and whether it is a talent or a good name, a wise man will Regardless of the name, the things that are exposed in the girl's home should be 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. You will often come to my house to play in the future."

A ten-year-old girl can already walk around in the homes of people close to her.

Yu Youyao nodded and said "yes" obediently.

The Zhenguo Marquis Mansion is an old noble house. The family has not yet been divided. The four people live together, and the eldest son of the eldest son inherits the lordship.

The sister Hui Er Mrs. Song was talking about was Song Wanhui, the seventh daughter of the eldest daughter of Zhenguo Hou Mansion. She was the sister of Song Mingzhao. She was the same age as Yu Youyao. When they were in contact with each other, she had a good relationship with Yu Youyao.

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

Yu Youyao was right in front of her. With quick eyesight and quick hands, she took the bronze box of phlegm from the maid 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 quickly took the spit box from Yu Youyao's hand. Mrs. Song lowered her head and spit, held the handkerchief and pressed the corner of her mouth, and a cup of warm tea was handed to her.

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

Yu Youyao handed the tea cup to the maid's hand 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?" After saying that, she sighed: "You are too old. , you should take more care of yourself."

Mrs. Song shook her head: "As we get older, that's what happens." After saying that, she glanced at Yu Youyao again. She had already sat down next to Mrs. Yu, looking at her well-behaved and pleasant person: "It's you, an old guy." , having a smart girl like Yaoyao beside me makes people happy. She seems to be more energetic than before, as if she is three years younger than me."

Old Madam Yu is two years older than her, but her face seems to have fewer wrinkles than hers, and she is also very energetic, which makes people envious.

There are more than a dozen girls in the house, and they often wait in front of her. In the past, I thought some of them were still attractive, but now I saw the comparison, and I couldn't help but shake my head.

Old Madam Yu also glanced at Yu Youyao, with a smile in her eyes: "It's not in vain to support her."

She is so filial to her grandmother! Yu Youyao sat on the small stool (wu) and puffed up her face. She was bored for a moment and couldn't help but glance into the compartment.

There was a golden Bodhisattva enshrined inside. Yu Youyao did not recognize which Bodhisattva it was. An old monk and six young monks were sitting on a futon, meditating and chanting sutras.

As if feeling her gaze, the old monk opened his drooped eyelids and glanced at her. His cloudy eyes focused on her eyebrows for a moment, and then he closed his eyes again.

Yu Youyao's breathing was stagnant. His eyebrows were burning at his glance, and sweat was forming on her back. She quickly turned her eyes away, not daring to look any further.

She felt that this old monk could see the blood jade lotus between her eyebrows, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles.

Mrs. Yu turned around and said, "Youyao feels bored, so let the maid accompany you for a walk."

Yu Youyao didn't want to stay inside either, and was about to get up when footsteps were heard outside. Bai Shao, the eldest maid in front of Madam Yu, entered the room: "First Madam, Second Madam, are here with the sisters."

Qingxiu led people into the Zen room. Yang Shuwan and Yao, along with several sisters, greeted Mrs. Yu and Mrs. Song in a lively manner.

Mrs. Yu's expression was indifferent, showing no emotion or anger. On the other hand, Mrs. Song had a smile on her face and praised the sisters for their good looks. Her eyes were calm as she passed over the sisters one by one. He paused for a moment on Yu Jianjia, then passed by Yu Qingning. When he saw Yu Shuangbai, who was dressed in pink and purple, his smile became a little warmer.

Yang Shuwan wanted to say a few pleasant words, but Mrs. Song couldn't stop coughing again. The maids and mothers-in-law hurriedly came forward to serve them. After struggling for a while, Yang Shuwan waited until Mrs. Song calmed down, but it was not good at this moment. Then he deliberately moved closer, his expression a little disappointed for a moment.

Yu Jianjia~IndoMTL.com~ who was standing next to Yang Shuwan~ saw this situation and couldn't stand there anymore, so he had to sit on the small stool next to Yu Youyao. His eyes flickered and he saw the mutton-fat jade bracelet on Yu Youyao's wrist. It is 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 from the maid and took a sip. From the corner of his eye, he saw that Mrs. Song's wrist was empty.

People who have a good relationship with each other will inevitably give some gifts when walking around, but when they meet by chance outside, it is based on their sincerity.

To give a loved one a gift is to give something tangible that can be found on your body to show your closeness.

For a moment, Yu Jianjia felt so depressed that a cold wind filled her throat, which made her feel a little itchy. She couldn't help covering her mouth with a handkerchief and coughed heavily.

Old Madam Yu's expression became increasingly pale, and she turned to Bai Shao and said, "Take the pink embroidered plum cloak that Yaoyao brought for replacement and put it on Sister Jia."

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

Yu Jianjia thanked Mrs. Yu and asked Fenxiang to put it on. He put on his cloak to block the coldness from outside.

After sitting for a while, Song Mingzhao, the Crown Prince of Zhenguo, came over personally to greet Mrs. Yu. The ladies in the room were still young, so there was no need to avoid them.

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

The gentle and jade-like face, although still young, already reveals handsomeness and toughness, and one can glimpse the calmness, nobility, and magnificence of an adult in the dream.

Yu Youyao's breathing was stagnant, and she felt a dense pain in her heart, like a needle prick, and her pink face could not help but turn a little white.

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