The Princess Wei Yang

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The ladies and ladies of each room were satisfied with the beautiful brocade, and Li Weiyang stayed. Every afternoon, she would make a pot of tea for the old lady.

The old lady is very interested in her past life and always asks inadvertently how she lived.

Li Weiyang just talked about the interesting things in Li’s life in a very relaxed tone. The old lady shook her head and said, “Three gimmicks, you didn’t tell the truth.”

Li Weiyang stared at the old lady with a pair of clear eyes. After a while, he said: "Does the old lady really want to hear the truth?"

The old lady nodded and said: "I want to hear the truth."

Li Weiyang took a deep breath, and those things, if the other party wants to check, can always find out, there is no need to hide: "I stayed at Li's home until I was seven years old, and I didn't pick up me when I was late, they took me. I was sent to the Zhou family in the country. The mother of Zhou’s mother, Liu, was mean and often didn’t give me food. When she was young and unfamiliar, I sneaked to the kitchen to steal things and was beaten by Liu’s. Li Weiyang rolled up his sleeves and revealed the scars on his elbows. "Here, back, thighs, all."

The old lady looked at her with surprise and could not imagine: "Have you told her that your biological father is a prime minister?"

Li Weiyang smiled. She knew that the old lady would not believe it, but it was all true: "I told Liu when I cried, I was the official of Kyoto, but she gave me a look. I lived in Zhou. Six years, in the summer, I was unable to sleep by mosquitoes. In the winter, the house was like a hail. I was riding a horse by Zhou’s young daughter. Both hands and knees were worn out. In order to make up the seams, my fingers were full. It’s a pinhole, and it’s frostbite on the feet.” Li Weiyang’s voice is not high, his expression is not bitter, she didn’t mention that she was almost killed a few times, but her faint tone has a pain. A kind of bitterness, a helplessness, and the old lady and the mother Luo next to it were completely stunned.

The old lady subconsciously went to see Weiyang’s little hand and pulled it over and carefully, only to find that the white hand was indeed some scars, but it was not so obvious that she did not notice it in the past.

Luo Mama shook her head, and the ladies in the prime minister’s house, which is not a jade food, and all kinds of care, but Miss San actually lived that day, after all, she still had the blood of the prime minister, but was the most inferior peasant woman. Ill.

The old lady looked at Weiyang, and her heart gave birth to a distressed heart. She couldn’t imagine how a seven-year-old girl would come over every day and how to grow up day by day. She looked at Li Weiyang and slowly said: "Children, you suffer, I didn't know, they were so mean -"

Li Weiyang smiled, and the dark pupil could almost see the old lady's face: "No, these are not bitter. What really makes Weiyang feel sad is that when he was on the Yuan Festival, he saw Master Li bring his children. When we go out, I also want to take my father's hand and spoil, and I want to watch the lanterns and eat Lantern with him, but others are jealous of me and say that I am a wild child who has no mother."

Li Weiyang didn't cry, because there are things that you don't have when you cry. This truth, she already knows from a very young age.

The old lady gently grasped Li Weiyang’s hand and slowly said: “Child, you are going home, and no one will bully you in the future.”

The old lady said, the movement in the eyes is true, Li Weiyang quietly clenched her hand, yes, now she has returned, no one can bully her from now on! If a good person is bullied, then she will only be a wicked person in her life!

The old lady smiled and showed a genuine concern in her eyes: "Stupid child, I live alone here, very lonely, you often come with me."

Li Weiyang knows that the old lady said this sentence is the greatest guarantee for her future life!

Back to his yard, Ziyan quickly greeted him. Li Weiyang glanced at it. The thrush was in the outer room. He took the feather duster and rubbed the gray on the screen of the red wood. She kept walking and stepped through the inner room.

The white enamel and the ink bamboo hold two brocades in their hands, which are all very beautiful, and people only feel pleasing to the eye.

Li Weiyang asked the two hoes to put the brocade on the table, and then let the bamboo go out, leaving only the white singer to accompany him. Then, she reached out to hand the delicate and beautiful brocade, and the two words in the lips: "Tear it!"

Bai Hao did not react for a while and stayed there.

Li Weiyang looked at her and said faintly: "Stupid standing there doing something, tearing them away."

Although the white cricket was particularly surprised, he still walked over with the words, picked up a brocade, pulled out the hair on his head, and pulled the two hands to the side. The beautiful brocade was destroyed in half.

The sun was thrown into the shadow of the barge from the window of the winter plum, and the beautiful brocade on the table was shining. Listening to the broken silk of the silk, Li Weiyang’s lips showed a faint smile.

Bai Hao faithfully executed Li Weiyang’s orders. Soon, these brocades have been repented beyond recognition, leaving little.

But after the ruin is over, Bai Hao is very scared: "Miss, these are the big masters who sent them, and they will wear them in the New Year, just in case..."

Li Weiyang’s eyes groaned and said: “White, you go to find a box and lock these brocades.”

Bai Hao immediately went on his body: "Yes, slaves understand."

However, Bai Xin’s heart is doubtful after all. What is the use of locking these shredded brocades?

At this time, the thrush excuses to go out to take the washed clothes, has quietly arrived at the Fuanyuan, she is very embarrassed, because the last errand she did.

The big lady did not blame her at all, but said with a smile: "Thrush, I told you to take care of Miss San."

The thrush was a little loose, but the big lady was not angry. Ms. Lin came up and gently held her hand and said softly: "Mrs. Do you understand?"

Tattoo jumped in his heart and nodded quickly.

Lin’s mother stopped and slowly said: “Mrs. can forgive you once, never a second time!”

The thrush felt that Ms. Lin’s hand slid into her waist, rubbing like a small water snake on her smooth skin, her thrush whispered, and she wanted to jump, but Lin’s mother grabbed her waist. A small piece of flesh, the raw twisted up, the pointed nails almost embedded in the meat, slammed hard, the thrush screamed and screamed, and all the sifted up: "Yes! Yes! Slaves must be optimistic about Miss Three !"

The red coral bracelet in the hands of the big lady turned and turned, and looked kindly and smiled.

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The keyboard in my hand knocked, the kindness was good, and I laughed...