She was too lazy to clean up after dressing up as a villain heroine

Qiao Zhenzhen went through the conversation in her mind.

After extracting the key points, he thought for a moment and suddenly said: "Let's go, there's nothing to see here."

Ten Wan was reluctant to leave and wanted to stay and watch the quarrel.

If it had an entity, Qiao Zhenzhen would have pinched the scruff of this fat orange fate and carried it away.

She looked outside and drifted into the courtyard.

Mo Yuying's courtyard is regular and spacious, with five large rooms in the middle, two wing rooms on the left and right, and several east and west wing rooms.

Some scenery was built in the courtyard, including a pavilion with four-cornered eaves, equipped with a stone table and stone benches, where one could make tea and play chess in one's spare time. The ground is paved with large bluestone slabs, and there are two old-looking spring flower trees planted beside the pavilion. They are now halfway through their flowering season.

The tree trunks are strong, and the densely blooming pink and white flowers line the eaves, graceful and elegant.

You can't smell it in the soul state, but you can imagine how refreshing and pleasant the fragrance is when the branches are full of flowers.

It's just that half of the flowers are in the sky and half are in the ground at this moment. The fallen flowers that were not swept away in time were trampled in the mud, which ruined the beauty of the entire picture.

The yard was wide and empty, except for a little girl who had just grown her hair and was cleaning hard with a broom that was taller than her.

If only it would be great to travel, Qiao Zhenzhen sighed with complicated emotions.

Although he is confused about the future, he is not yet at a loss.

After all, it is the world she created, and her thoughts are not completely empty.

Ten Thousand slowly walked past her feet and found Qiao Zhenzhen standing there in a daze.

He called her back, "Follow me."

Qiao Zhenzhen put away her melancholy, and came to the closed gate of Xuefu Courtyard alone.

Ten Wan stood still, raised his paw and patted the wooden door.

The wooden door begins to change.

It was familiar again, and she was very calm when she walked through the door this time.

After a moment of dizziness and mistiness, I landed in front of two narrow, old wooden doors.

Looking up, the plaque is fifty percent new, with three simple characters written on it: Wisteria Pavilion.

Qiao Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment, and some memories were recalled.

Ten Wan said: "This is Tang Anning's residence."

She hummed and entered the courtyard gate.

The place with a square foot of dried tofu is very cramped compared to Mo Yuying's residence, but it is clean and refreshing. The clusters of lively and blooming wisteria flowers creeping along the wall, with hanging There are busy bees among the flower strings, adding a touch of agility to the elegance and tranquility of the small courtyard.

The limited number of servants cleaned each other and acted in an orderly manner.

There are not many houses. There are only three small main rooms and two side rooms on the left and right. There are no east and west wing rooms.

One person and one cat walked into one of the main rooms and said, "This is the residence of the heroine Tang Anning."

The bedroom is simple and exquisitely decorated, with smoky purple as the main tone. It is clean and has no extraneous ornaments. It is more shabby than the daughter's apartment.

Tang Anning was not in the room, so Qiao Zhenzhen and Ten Wan glanced around and then turned to the other side.

Just after passing through the soft curtain, Ten Wan was suddenly excited and couldn't wait to jump up to the Arhat couch by the window. He pointed his paws at the girl next to him, "That's her!"

Qiao Zhenzhen looked around and saw a frail girl wearing a half-worn Roland purple thin coat and skirt, leaning on the couch and the window with her head hanging down, concentrating on putting needles on the embroidery booth. Her black hair was lazily piled into a ponytail, and the faint sunlight shone on her body, as if covered with a soft light filter. The atmosphere was maximized, and she looked like an elf falling into the mortal world without looking at her facial features.

Qiao Zhenzhen didn't come close, but stood two or three meters away admiring it.

This is the first biological daughter she writes about.

In all conscience, she felt at least 70% love for Tang Anning.

But thinking that this girl will be one of the sources of trouble in the future, there is a feeling of melancholy that is inextricably linked in my heart and I don't know where to start.

After clearing my mind and looking at the environment, I found that the study room and the bedroom were of the same color.

One-third of the brown wooden shelves against the wall are filled with books. In the middle of the room is a rosewood desk with the Four Treasures of the Study and some books and papers.

On the wall hangs an ink painting landscape and a guqin.

In the white porcelain flower bag in the corner are freshly blooming camellias, pink and green, which is very pleasant.

Come closer and take a closer look.

Tang Anning's facial features had nothing to do with beauty, and were even a bit watery. To be fair, they were not even half the color of Mo Yuying who was sick.

But this was her, and it can be said to be the mainstream aesthetic of a large group of people at the time.

Fashion is a circle. For a while, everyone flocked to love beautiful women. Later, they got tired of eating ginseng and abalone tripe, so they wanted to eat porridge and side dishes.

Watch the heroine crush the rich peony.

Since appearance is not convincing, choose people based on their character.

As a result, all the beauties in the supporting roles cannot survive unless they are vicious, while the truthful, kind and beautiful little cabbage, in addition to defensive counterattacks, has its own knights to guard it at critical moments, and can turn into good fortune in times of adversity.

There is some wisdom, but most of it is not great. If there is a real crisis, the hero and the supporting character have to come to the rescue, or the problem must be solved by the manpower left by the leading and supporting character.

Tang Anning was such an existence. His appearance could only be praised as being pretty and pleasant, but he had a poetic spirit in his belly. He was just half-relying leisurely, and he was very romantic, like an orchid in an empty valley, so refreshing.

However, after eating side dishes for a long time, you will get tired of them faster. A few years ago, big beauties became popular again.

At this time, I suddenly heard a muffled groan from the girl.

Ten Thousand made a fuss, "She pricked her finger -"

Tang Anning seemed to be unable to react in time, staring blankly at her fingers, letting the blood droplets roll down on the snow-white silk cloth, spreading like a drop of red plum in the snow.

Qiao Zhenzhen glanced at her and said nothing. It was just pricking her hands due to the embroidery. What a big deal.

Tang Anning put down the embroidery booth, sat upright, her eyebrows narrowed, and she suddenly felt uneasy. She lightly covered her heart, as if something important was gradually being pulled away from her body. The vague feeling of uneasiness made people feel uneasy. Since her rebirth, no matter what kind of difficulties she encountered, she had never felt like this before.

At this time, a maid in an apricot shirt entered the study steadily, leaned close and whispered a few words to her.

Tang Anning put down the hand that was caressing her chest, and tapped her fingertips on the small table in front of her. She sighed softly with sadness between her brows.

"It's me who harmed Brother Han."

"You can't blame Miss for this, it's all..." The maid carefully stopped talking and said instead: "There may be room for change, but Mr. Han may not be willing."

Tang Anning sighed again, nodded and said, "Maybe."

Qiao Zhenzhen narrowed her eyes slightly, this Brother Han——

Tenwan tilted his head and asked curiously: "What are they talking about?"

"Didn't you read the plot?"

"The book is not so detailed!"

Ten thousand reasons and confidence.

Qiao Zhenzhen had her own concerns, but was too lazy to explain. She fooled the cat and said, "Explanations without detailed explanations are not important."

Ten Wan's eyes were suspicious, but also very arrogant. He refused to ask any more questions and turned his head away.

While he was talking, another girl in pink clothes ran in with cheerful steps and her voice was clear and high-pitched.

"Girl, Brother Shuangxi in front of me -" Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Huang Shan, who scolded him for his impetuousness, and the maid pouted dissatisfiedly.

Tang Anning smiled and reassured her, "It doesn't matter."

When she smiled, there was a deep dimple on her left cheek, but not on her right cheek. It looked very distinctive and pleasing.

The maid in pink shirt got support and made a series of noises from her little mouth.

"The girls all praised me for being so innocent. Qiuxing, you are so serious. Every time you talk about me, it seems like I have done something bad. Do you think I have to be like you? It's right to act like a responsible mother at age 13. Is the lady loyal?"

Before Qiu Xing could raise her eyebrows, Tang Anning shouted, "Chun Ya!"

Although Qiu Xing tensed her cheeks, her face didn't look very angry.

Three years ago, she was rescued by the young lady and brought into the house. However, Chun Ya has been waiting for the young lady since she was five years old. In terms of love and affection, she is absolutely inferior to her.

It's just that Chun Ya's temperament is a little careless. When she first entered the house, she seemed to be doing well, but since the young lady took over the reins last year, she has become more and more disgraceful.

She made several overt and covert gestures, but they were ignored. Today was just a superficial attempt in front of the young lady, but ultimately to no avail.