After Becoming a Little |

"How do I know?" A vague figure outside the window moved around, making an aggrieved voice: "All the glass windows on our side can be opened!"

What kind of broken design, windows that cannot be opened, are you using them to look good?

"...So how are you going to come in?" The Taoist nun in white looked at the figure flopping outside the window.

It looked like a moth flapping its wings against the glass outside the window in the middle of the night.

"Can it be broken?"

"No, this is a rare window, and it is very troublesome to repair."

"Oh, then I'll go through the door, you guys wait—"

Mrs. Song stared dumbfounded at the figure outside the window jumping away against the wall, even if the other party slipped to the bottom of the wall, she showed a high-stakes trick.

But the stained glass windows outside the living room are several meters high and slippery!

She pointed at the figure subconsciously and asked, "Who is this...?"

Butler Yuko blinked, with a slightly complicated expression.

She probably knew who it was, but she didn't dare to ask or say because the Taoist nun in white was present.

"Uncle Master, Lu Yanqing." The little Taoist nun Liguang cupped her hands in salute, and after thinking for a while, she added: "We watch around the stream."

The ancients said that taboo means that elders should not be called by their names directly.

For example, the emperor—at the beginning, Qianlong, the second Fengyuechong, ordered that the words "five blessings come to the door" are not allowed to appear in the door couplets of the common people.

A story about avoiding taboos in Lu You's "Laoxue'an Notes" is even more ruthless, directly avoiding the phonetic characters.

It is said that in the Northern Song Dynasty, there was a state prefect named Tian Deng. Because of his name, the people under the rule of the state were not allowed to talk about words with the same pronunciation as the word "Deng".

When it comes to the Lantern Festival, three days of lanterns are routinely lit every year in Zhoucheng to celebrate, and notices have to be posted for ordinary people to watch the lanterns.

But this time it is not allowed to write the homonym of "deng" "deng", which embarrassed the little officials. In the end, they could only write "Honshu set fire for three days as usual" on the notice.

The common people have never seen this kind of operation before, and the whole family fled in fright after cleaning up the things, so there is an allusion that "only the state officials are allowed to set fires, and the people are not allowed to light lamps".

Although Huanxiguan will not follow the old-fashioned dross, it will pass on some good practices.

The rules of traditional etiquette are rather cumbersome, but it is indeed not very polite to call the elders by their names carelessly.

Mrs. Song nodded when she heard the words, it turned out to be the uncle of the little Taoist nun Liguang...

and many more!Master Uncle?

That tyrant on the Poseidon, Lu Yanqing? !

Mrs. Song, who knew well that Huanxi Guanniu X was as high as hundreds of floors, was immediately startled, and almost couldn't hold back, and also gave a tactical backlash.

What is an international superstar?Why is she here?

But she held back, after all, compared to the maid inlaid with gold, she was also the head of the Song family, so she was somewhat ostentatious.

When Mr. Jin commented on Mrs. Song at the beginning, he thought that this woman was good, but he was wrong about one thing—this woman is also an SSR.

Although it is not as good as the old business SSRs like him and Ai Rulong, it is still strong compared to those pheasant entrepreneurs.

At least with her skills, she can run a Fortune Global 500 company under normal circumstances, so that it won't collapse.

It's just that Song's Heavy Industry is huge and deeply involved, far from being a Fortune 500 company.

To put it simply - there were two big black fish in the Republic back then, and they were entrusted to Song's Heavy Industry to cooperate with Beichuan to manufacture them.

As an overseas enclave, Worry-free Island, the Southeast Song family's evaluation of being with the country is neither low nor low.

Under such a major premise, Mrs. Song naturally walked on thin ice, trembling and cautious.

Try to be as stable as possible if you can, even if you need to take risks but have huge profits, you will go to the end, and you will never be rash and greedy for merit.

After all, she is not the brave and diligent Patriarch of the Song family back then. She doesn't have the leeway to hold the sky with one hand, so she can only be a conservative master.

This is why, in the view of Mr. Jin and Ai Rulong, the Song family is no longer aggressive and domineering, but is showing a bit of decline.

And now this society is changing too fast, like a torrent moving forward, if you don't advance, you will retreat. It is normal for the Song family to not have the glory when the head of the Song family was in power.

So Mrs. Song made up her mind that she must continue to follow the plan, even if Taoist Wu Chen came forward, it would be useless.

She collected her mind, looked at the direction of the gate quietly, and waited for the so-called master uncle from Huanxiguan to come out.

At this time, she glanced at Lianhua in confusion, wondering why her daughter was so afraid of Taoist priest Wuchen.

I've never seen her like this...

Lianhua cautiously poked her head out of the table, like a little crocodile poking its eyes out of the water to see the world, looking at the world around it.

Then she saw the Taoist nun in white who was sitting in a wheelchair and watching her quietly not far away.

"..."

Lianhua's throat rolled, and she looked away in a little panic, pretending that nothing happened.

Fortunately, the Taoist nun in white didn't mean to trouble her, and after looking at her for a while, she also looked away.

It's just that the palm of the hand holding the armrest of the wheelchair was unconsciously tightened, and the knuckles on the back of the hand turned white.

After a while, everyone was a little tired from waiting, and a call was made to the gossip mirror of little Taoist Li Guang.

"...Master Uncle? Where are you?" Li Guang's little Taoist numbly clicked on the communication.

"I'm lost. What kind of building is so strangely designed by you? Which room should I be in now?" ’ And she tapped on the wall: ‘I’m trapped in the wall. 』

Everyone was taken aback for a moment, then thought about it, and finally were surprised.

Mrs. Song's expression changed on the spot: "How did she find it there?!"

Butler Youzi almost subconsciously drew his gun: "I'll go and catch her!"

The Taoist nun in white pinched the center of her eyebrows: "Li Guang, go and kill you... Cough, bring your master uncle here."

Lianhua murmured rather gloatingly at the side: "I said a long time ago that no secret room should be built in this kind of mansion-like building,"

Back then, the Patriarch of the Song family worked in this small building, and the secret room was not a particularly mysterious existence. If I had to say it, it was probably a rather private resting place.

But because it was quite private, everyone seemed a little dazed after being drilled in.

Little Taoist nun Liguang ran out on her short legs, and just as she went out, she found the girl in Xuanpao walking in.

The Xuanpao on the other party's body still had some traces of dust, and he looked a little bit embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally went the wrong way." The girl in Xuanpao put a small evidence bag into her pocket, and patted Little Aunt Liguang's head: "Next time, I must be careful next time."

Lianhua ran out and ran behind the Xuanpao girl: "Help me!"

The Xuanpao girl glanced at the lotus flower in front of her, or rather, the li lotus flower in front of her, and whispered to her ear: "I'm going to swell your ass later!"

"...you bastard!"

"I said you can't come out casually."

"It's urgent!"

"It's all in a hurry, it's all excuses, full of compromises." The Xuanpao woman rolled up her sleeves: "You will know your mistake later."

"You—" Li Lianhua was at a loss for words for a moment, so she pointed in Madam Song's direction: "She forced me to sign a property transfer contract!"

"That's your mother, what's wrong with asking you to sign the contract?" The girl in Xuanpao frowned slightly: "What's wrong with the contract?"

Mrs. Song raised her voice and interrupted the Xuanpao girl: "Senior Lu, this is a family matter of our Song family. If it is possible...can you please hold your hand high and not get involved?"

Before the Xuanpao girl could answer, Li Lianhua grabbed her arm shamelessly and wrapped it in her arms: "She is not an outsider!"

The girl in Xuanpao really wanted to refuse, but the lotus flower was too big.

Mrs. Song's expression changed again when she heard this—she had changed her face several times at this moment, presumably she has a talent for learning Sichuan opera.

As if thinking of something, her eyes flicked back and forth several times between Xuan Pao Nu and Lian Hua.

She wanted to speak, but when she opened her mouth, she looked a little restless, and finally just looked at her with a pale face.

The girl in Xuanpao blinked, feeling that the air suddenly froze, and the atmosphere was a bit wrong.

The Taoist nun in white broke the silence: "Madam, I think...some things are still too early."

She knew what Mrs. Song wanted to do, and even Mrs. Song had been waiting for this day for many years.

"Miss Mei is not old enough now, and Miss Fu hasn't finished her studies yet, so you might as well wait another three years."

"Three years and three years, three years and three years!" Mrs. Song was a little excited: "I have been waiting for nine years—"

The girl in Xuan Pao was a little surprised—are you also an undercover police officer?

So now we shouldn't be talking about things in the living room, but on the rooftop.

But obviously, Mrs. Song's three years and three years were not convincing in front of the Taoist nun in white.

She raised her eyes, looked at Mrs. Song quietly, and only lowered her eyes after seeing the latter gradually fell silent.

"I've been waiting for 30 years." She said so softly.

But the entire living room fell silent in an instant.

Everyone was caught in a sad atmosphere that was hard to break free from, and Mrs. Song was even a little flustered, trying to escape.

Until a voice sounded inappropriately——

"Hey~" The girl in Xuanpao had tears in her eyes, and her face was full of emotion: "It's so tear-jerking~"

"..."

Everyone looked over, the girl in the black robe grabbed the sleeve of the lotus flower and wiped her face, and then offered her own suggestion: "Although this black robe looks good, the material does not absorb water at all. I usually use it to wipe off blood and so on. It's not clean, I hope the product can be improved."

So everyone subconsciously shifted their gazes to the black robe on her body...

Not being the head of the family doesn't know Chai Migui, looking at the black robe on her body, Butler Youzi's eyes twitched unconsciously.

This black robe made of special material costs nearly ten thousand yuan just for the embossed gold thread used for decoration - and this is real gold!

She really wanted to get a cheap replacement, but Lianhua refused to let it go, and insisted on using the best materials.

As a result, the master damaged one piece every three to five times. At the beginning, it was still produced one by one, but now it is directly shipped in batches of [-] or [-] pieces.

For this reason, the Song family even cultivated a group of skilled textile maids, and forcibly changed a light intelligent production line, who would believe it?

But because of the Xuanpao girl's gag, the atmosphere in the whole room eased down.

Mrs. Song glanced at her daughter in front of her, and said in a deep voice: "Since everyone is here today, I will ask you one last time, will you leave or not?"