Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

There is a gazebo beside the empty courtyard, a few small jade cups are placed on the stone table, the sake is chilled in the cold basin, and there are delicate maids who refill the empty cups from time to time.

On the open space in the courtyard, the young man in white was walking around, his long sword flashed a cold light, and gusts of air bulged in the sultry air, bringing up a few fallen leaves on the ground and flying.

Fu Li put down the jade lamp in his hand, smiled, dimples were printed on the corners of Bai Nen's lips, "I heard that the steward personally brought a pair into our courtyard today?"

Fu Qing sat on the stone bench with her legs crossed and swayed, raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, and there was a rippling feeling in her especially melodious voice, "Yes, there are new people in our yard~Ali, are you tall? I'm happy~"

Fu Li smiled, but said, "Not too happy."

Fu Qing nodded suddenly, took her own jade cup from the stone table, and shook it in her hand without drinking. The clear liquid in the jade cup swayed like a small whirlpool, like It looks like it can splash.

There was innocence on the pretty little face, she pursed her lips, and Fuqing's voice was clear and ethereal, "What should I do, I'm not happy~"

Picking up the refilled cup of sake again, Fu Li chuckled and turned his head to look at the courtyard.

In the open space, the figure of the young man in white who was dancing the sword was still light, but fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and two or three drops slid down his temples to his chin.Holding a complicated sword flower casually, and accepting the flowing sword style, the young man noticed the gaze of the people in the pavilion, turned sideways, and looked at the two people in the pavilion with a pair of slightly dull eyes.

"Yang, do you think we should go say 'hello' to the new little Shuang'er~"

Shaking her white and tender wrists, Fuqing's slender legs were already on the stone table, and she smiled brightly at the young man, and her ethereal voice was a little more delicate and sweet.

With a sound of "clang", Chu Yang retracted the long sword to the hilt, and Chu Yang's eyes were unchangingly calm.

"Let's go together," he said.

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"In the future, Mr. Shen will be the owner of this small courtyard. If Mr. Shen has anything else you want to buy, just tell the little one, and the little one will prepare everything for Mr. Shen after reporting to the master."

Picking up the silver taels on the table, the steward smiled gently like Lafayette, "By the way, the master also said that although Mr. Shen entered the courtyard, he is not considered a person in the backyard, so there is no arrangement for the servant girl. Coughing lightly, the steward observed Shen Nianyuan's expression, "Young Master Shen may have to work harder."

"Yuan'er, what do you mean by what the steward said?" Shen's father stood there a little at a loss, "How can we be the master?"

After hearing what the steward said, Shen Nianyuan was surprised for a moment, and the expression that had been in a daze since entering the room regained some clarity, and then he shook his head and took Shen's father's arm, "Father, I will explain to you later, my son. .” Then he turned his head and nodded to the steward, “It’s not hard.”

"Mr. Shen, you are polite." He bowed, and said in charge, "The little one will take a step first and report back to you." After finishing speaking, he was about to leave with his fat body, but he never thought that he would be caught by Shen Nianyuan again. He stopped, turned around and asked, "Is there anything else you can order, Mr. Shen?"

"I would like to ask you to give me a word." There was a pale mark on the tightly pursed lips, Shen Nianyuan said slowly, "Just say...Young Master's heart, Nian Yuan took it with his heart."

……

Seeing that the steward had gone far away, Father Shen spoke from the silence, with unstoppable worry on his old face: "Yuaner, what happened during the month when Dad was away? Your master forced you—"

Saying that, Father Shen's expression became agitated.

"Father, it's not like this." Shen Nianyuan hastily stretched out his hand to comfort Father Shen's heaving chest, half-closed his eyes and said, "My lord is a good man..."

"But he closed your firewood room before!" Father Shen didn't understand.

"That's because someone framed it..." As if recalling that night, Shen Nianyuan's cheeks were blushed, but for a moment, he thought of the man lying in the corner of the room covered in blood, and his face turned pale again. Going down, he only said in a low voice, "A handyman framed me for stealing his money, and also exposed the identity of my son. Now the young master has found out that I am innocent..."

Father Shen nodded and shook his head suddenly, "Well, even so, we are servants, so we shouldn't be placed here..."

"Father has forgotten my identity?" There was a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and Shen Nianyuan's brows were full of helplessness, "Once Shuang'er's identity is exposed, we will naturally be kicked out of the house... It's just that you are kind-hearted Keeping us in this courtyard can be regarded as deception."

"But didn't the manager just say that..." Father Shen wanted to ask again, didn't the master of this mansion leave 50 taels of money to leave the mansion in the choice he made for them before?

But as soon as he touched Shen Nianyuan's eyes, he was speechless again.

Although half his life has been useless, but Shen's father is also someone who has experienced it. With just one glance, he clearly understands that his child may be in love.

——To the master of Fengfu who has a reputation far and wide.

"Daddy..." Shen Nianyuan looked at the deep worry in Old Shen's eyes, patted the back of Shen's old and dry hand, and said softly, "There are children."

Father Shen has always been a spoiled child, since he saw Shen Nianyuan making a decision, he didn't refute it, he just sighed lowly, said something to look at the next room, and left the main room.

There was only himself left in the room, Shen Nianyuan dazed for a while, then sat beside a delicate Eight Immortals table and packed up the package.The parcels of him and old father Shen are all of their belongings, and this was packed from the original residence for them by the manager beforehand.

There were not many things in the coarse cloth bag, including some delicate and soft items, it was only ten taels of silver, and no matter how much money there was, it had already been spent in the medical clinic to treat old father Shen some time ago.

Fortunately, although Father Shen's body is still not as strong as before, he doesn't have to lie on the couch every day.

Thinking of the action of the old man Shen, who had just recovered from a serious illness, disregarding his own life and injuring the servants who guarded the firewood room, Shen Nianyuan lightly stroked the cotton shirt in the package that Old Shen had mended stitch by thread, and couldn't help but feel a soreness in the tip of his nose .

Going through a journey, getting a father who always thinks about himself is already the greatest gift from God to him.But choosing to stay in the Fengfu this time is his last willfulness...

"Hey, little Shuang'er is hiding in the room and crying secretly~ who is bullying this?"

A pleasant voice came from the door.

Shen Nianyuan wiped his nose, looked up and saw a handsome pair wearing a green bamboo robe leaning against the door with a smile, his slender arms dangling in mid-air, his round apricot eyes full of vigor and vitality. surprise--

"Eh? So it's you, little~shuang~er~ from the beauty feast~ we meet again!"