You cause trouble and I collect your body, the little emperor’s aunt abuses the scumbag again

Sheng Yuhua's eyes were filled with tears as she spoke, softly and weakly, ready to cry. Yang Wanrou hurriedly held her hand and said with a doting look on her face:

"Hua'er, why is your father willing to beat you? It's just that the rumors outside are too unpleasant, and your father is also very angry.

Also, what Jiaojiao said yesterday was unintentional. You must not be on the same level as her. "

You bitch adjusted quickly. Are you still pretending to be a loving mother at this time? Sheng Yuhua also smiled gently:

"That's my eldest sister. I know that eldest sister is good to me in her heart."

She suddenly frowned and said doubtfully: "By the way, Aunt Rou, I dreamed about my mother yesterday."

Suddenly hearing Sheng Yuhua talk about her mother, Yang Wanrou's expression changed slightly, but she recovered quickly:

"Hua'er misses your mother?"

Jiaojiao was right, if it wasn't something that crawled out of her belly, then she wouldn't kiss her. No matter how nice she was to her, this girl still thought about her own mother.

"Yes, she said she had prepared a dowry for me a long time ago. Was my dowry prepared by my mother before?"

Sheng Yuhua said in a gentle voice, unhurriedly.

Yang Wanrou's heart skipped a beat after hearing this.

The smile on her face froze, and she secretly thought that it shouldn't be possible, right? This... she always felt like Sheng Yuhua was deceiving her.

How old was Sheng Yuhua when Yu Xiaoran left? Moreover, she searched Yu Xiaoran's belongings several times at that time.

There was definitely nothing, how could Sheng Yuhua find the dowry list left by Yu Xiaoran?

Besides, Yu Xiaoran suddenly died suddenly at that time. It was impossible to prepare all the dowry for his daughter, right?

"That's just a dream, Hua'er, don't take it to heart."

Yang Wanrou smiled. Could this girl be suspicious of something?

"Maybe I miss her too much. Aunt Rou, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

After saying that, Sheng Yuhua didn't stay long, turned around and left.

As soon as she came out, Xia Lu asked in confusion: "Miss, did Madam prepare a dowry for you? Why haven't you heard of it?"

When she heard the young lady mention it in the room, she became extremely worried.

"You haven't seen it, how do I know?"

Sheng Yuhua curled her lips lightly and looked behind the tree not far away, where a light green skirt was looming.

Oh, he was so inattentive in hiding, and the people around Yang Wanrou were nothing more than that, but he didn't notice it even before he died in his previous life.

"Ah... Then Miss, you still..."

Xia Lu looked puzzled, with worry in her eyes.

"Let's talk tomorrow. Xia Lu, go back and clean up the yard. Qiu Shuang, please accompany me out."

She is still too weak now. It is impossible to increase the force value in a short period of time, but poison can be prepared as a backup.

She had promised to help King Han suppress the poison last night, but she didn't even have the silver needle in her hand.

If she remembered correctly, that thing was found in Baicao Hall two years later. Maybe it is in Baicao Hall now?

If you're lucky, you can get it today. Thinking of this, Sheng Yuhua was in a good mood.

The streets of the ancient capital were very lively, full of people, and the sound of business was endless.

Sheng Yuhua dressed very simply today, and she chose the simplest set of clothes in her wardrobe.

The light blue plain floral double-breasted pleated skirt is simple yet elegant. The red-edged belt of the same color cinches the small waist. The most common jasper hairpin is used on the head, and the light blue veil of the same style is used. , covering her beautiful face.

She was dressed elegantly and calmly, but she was still looked at frequently while walking on the road.