Master fake high cold

In the past few months, only a few old people from the house have been sent out to secretly search for the whereabouts of their daughter. Seeing that half a year has passed, there is no news at all.

Mrs. Qiu knew that she couldn't wait aimlessly any longer, so she brought Mother Feng out together.

She complained that the master did not report to the authorities. If she had said that she was missing from the beginning, she could have searched for it openly, and she might have found someone. She blamed herself for being unable to do anything. She searched hard for many days without even seeing her daughter arrive.

"Madam, go back. The world is so big, when will we find it like this?" Mother Feng continued to persuade.

Mrs. Qiu was taken aback for a moment, and then a light burst out of her eyes: "Yes, the world is so big that it is too difficult for us to find it alone. I want to go back to Beijing and tell the master not to care about my reputation. As long as Wanwan comes back, as long as I can find Wanwan Wan is more important than anything else."

"Ma'am..." Mother Feng didn't know what to persuade. If news spread that a boudoir lady had been missing for many days, even if she was found, she would be burdened by her reputation. In terms of marriage, she might not be able to find a good match.

Mrs. Qiu shook her head, signaling that she didn't need to persuade her any more: "Does that child look alike to my Wanwan?"

Mother Feng thought of Mu Lan's appearance: "The eyebrows and eyes are very similar, except that the lips are a little thinner. Although she is half as good as the young lady, she is far inferior to our young lady in terms of beauty."

You must know that Qiu Wan, the prostitute in Qiu Shangshu's mansion, besides being unparalleled in talent, also takes advantage of her parents' strengths in appearance.

When Qiu Shangshu was young, he was a Tanhualang who looked better than Pan An, and Mrs. Qiu was also famous in the capital.

It can be seen how outstanding their prostitute Qiu Wan is, her bright and charming appearance is not inferior to her talent at all.

Mrs. Qiu was slightly moved, she missed her daughter so much: "Mother Feng, do you think I can meet that child?" It is half or six points similar, it must be as good-looking as Wanwan.

"This old slave thinks it's obvious." Mother Feng felt sad because of Madam Qiu's cautious appearance. When had she seen Madam like this for so many years? Where did Miss go?

Mrs. Qiu looked down at the ground and said in silence for a long time: "Go and invite that child to come and see her. If she doesn't want to, that's all. We'll go back to Beijing tomorrow."

"Hey, I'm going now, Madam, don't worry." Seeing Madam Qiu's red eyes, Mother Feng hurriedly went to invite someone. their lady.

What Feng's mother didn't expect was that she hadn't asked for help yet, and the wooden girl agreed after asking a question, and said she wanted to dress up.

"I don't know which lady from the house?" Mu Lan asked.

"There is only one wife in our house." Mother Feng replied truthfully. There is only one mistress in Shangshu's house, Mrs. Qiu who is married by Ming Media, and there is another aunt who was brought in by the wife when she was pregnant. Although she has a son and a daughter, she will never die Just aunt.

Mu Lan quietly tied her hair in a bun, which was the most common hairstyle she used to wear.

Li Jubai sat aside and looked at the person who was doing makeup in the mirror. The already good-looking person was dressed up, adding a bit of brilliance, and the pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes became clearer and more moving.

Mu Lan put down the wooden comb, hesitated in her heart and finally gave an explanation: "Master, I am sorry to wait here. After I go to see that lady, I will definitely tell you the reason."

Li Jubai nodded and said nothing, and added at the end: "Everyone has their own concerns, you just have to worry about it, you don't have to force it."

Don't force me to tell you. Although she is confused, she understands that everyone wants something, so she doesn't ask.

It is understanding and respect, perhaps mixed with trust that is slowly growing.

Pushing open the door, Mother Feng saw her appearance clearly, couldn't help being startled, and then couldn't help but look again and again, if the wooden girl was five or six points similar to the eldest lady before, now she is at least eight points .

Sitting in the carriage, Mu Lan felt more and more nervous and looking forward to it as time passed, is it mother?Is mother here in person?

Does she want to reveal her identity?Will mother believe it?

The carriage stopped outside the post house, Mother Feng led the way, Mu Lan followed calmly, her heart was already in a mess.

The mother only has her daughter, but the aunt has a son and a daughter. Father loves her very much, and also attaches great importance to the younger brother, so she and the younger brother can almost be said to have been brought up by Qiu Shangshu.

On the contrary, the concubine always likes to embroider and dress up, and she doesn't like reading since she was a child, so she is not loved by her father. Even so, the family is very harmonious. Both mother and aunt have a non-competitive temperament, and they have been harmonious for so many years.

This kind of cognition accompanied Mu Lan until she died, but now it almost completely overturned her previous cognition. Lv Sanlang's letter was brought by a concubine who had always been ignorant of the world. After being not silenced, everything became different.

Even the wet nurse can't be trusted, after all, He'er is Mother Feng's biological daughter.

Who else in the government can trust?She couldn't believe anyone except her parents.

Mother Feng knocked on the door: "Madam, the old slave is back."

The door was quickly opened, followed by a familiar voice, "Is the child here?"

Mother Feng stepped aside quickly, and briefly introduced: "This is Miss Mu, and this is our wife."

A threshold separated the mother and daughter, Mrs. Qiu saw Mu Lan's appearance clearly, and couldn't help but tremble all over, the corners of her eyes quickly moistened, and she said "Is it Wanwan?" from the bottom of her heart, she went around and around but couldn't say it.

Because no one knows her daughter better than her, no matter how similar she is, but this girl's eyes are too similar to her daughter's, too much like her.

It seemed that she was in a trance, thinking that this was her daughter Wanwan.

Mu Lan looked at the haggard Mrs. Qiu, and the word "mother" lingered between her teeth for a long time, she bit her lip hard before resisting the urge to shout out.

"Madam Qiu, can I have a few words with you alone?"

She must get to know her mother, otherwise it will be difficult to have the opportunity to meet alone after returning to Beijing, especially when she arrives in the capital, she can be said to be alone and helpless, the only people she can trust and rely on are her father and mother.

"Good boy, come in quickly, Mama Feng, stay on guard outside." Mrs. Qiu hurriedly nodded in response, she had an indescribable intimacy with this girl who looked eight times like her daughter.

Mother Feng hesitated for a moment, but finally retreated silently under the sharp eyes of the madam. She was worried about the safety of the madam, but she also understood that the master's order cannot be discussed.

I was confused, because of the fragility and emaciation shown by my wife along the way, I almost forgot the majesty of Mrs. Qiu as the mistress of the family.

As soon as the door was closed, Mu Lan hurriedly took two steps forward to hold Mrs. Qiu's hand: "Follow me."

The movements were familiar and the tone was familiar, as if the two were mother and daughter, Mrs. Qiu subconsciously agreed.

It wasn't until she walked into the inner room that Mu Lan went straight to the table and picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink and began to write, Madam Qiu was stunned belatedly.

Why does this wooden girl know her habit, no matter where she goes, she always has a pen and paper, and she especially likes to put it on the table in the middle, lest she think of any good poems and write them down at any time.

Mrs. Qiu opened a poetry club in the capital. Every two months, she would publish a book "Flying Flower Collection", which would include [-] hand-made works by famous ladies. I am proud to be on "Fei Hua Ji".

She stared closely at Mu Lan's movements, excited and unbelievable guesses flashed in her eyes, and after seeing the words written on the paper, the guesses became more believable.

"This trip has not been crowned noble, and a single strategy can still win ten thousand gold."

This is a poem written by Qiu Shangshu when his daughter was born last year. He said that naming his daughter did not come from those sour poems, but from this sentence, which entrusted his ambition to be an official for many years, regardless of his official position Whether big or small, promoted or not, don't disappoint your top Dai Hualing.