Chapter 7: , So dad's daughter

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7. Such a dad's daughter
For this simple-minded mother-in-law, Gu Qianxue was convinced, and her concerns were always different from normal people.
Zhao didn't care about Qian Xue's correction, and began to show Zhang Wukai, who was proud of her, "Hurry up and help Miss Dad back to the room... No, no, I sent it to Mrs. Peony's courtyard, and it was slow, is it tight? "Salted the little maid."
"Xiang Gong... Xiang..." Zhao just wanted to go back and look for Gu Shangshu, but found out that I don't know when, Gu Shangshu took the people away. Zhao looked obsessed with Gu Shangshu's slender figure.
Gu Qianxue squinted at the Zhao family, thinking coldly, if he was Gu Shangshu, he couldn't like the Zhao family. But then, Gu Qianxue's eyes softened again, because his heart was warm.
She lost her mother early in her previous life. It turned out that it was so wonderful to have a mother's love.
When the crowd dispersed, two women walked out from behind the rockery not far away.
The headed woman has a good look, a slim figure, but her eyes are extremely hot, staring closely at Gu Qianxue's back. "This straw bag is not dead."
The speaker was Aunt Pei's daughter, Pei Chengxiang's granddaughter, Queen's niece, and Miss Gu Fuerou Gu Qianrou.
The other person was Gu Qianrou’s close-knit girl, Cuir. He smiled at the moment, "Miss rest assured, the straw bale is not dead now, and you must die when you arrive at Li Wang Mansion two days later."
Thousands of yarn warm pavilions, full of pollen and fragrant fragrance, all plants and trees are carefully cultivated, one brick and one tile are shining, and the furniture is precious wood such as rosewood, which is ingenious and luxurious.
The gauze or green or pink hanging from the beams of the rosewood room beams is light and clear like a fairy, but it is disturbed by the noise.
It turned out that there was a small corridor outside the Nuan Pavilion. The red bricks and green tiles in the corridor were beautiful. They just said that there was a whole row of copper hook bird cages hanging on the eaves of the promenade. Tiger skin and white-rumped crested finches can be said to be what kind of birds are popular among the rich and wealthy.
Bird breeding can listen to appreciate its wonderful sound to increase the elegance, or raise one kind, or raise one or two, if there are dozens of species, then it is not elegant but the bird market.
It's a pity that Zhao didn't understand it. She only had to raise birds and she had to raise them. She had to raise a variety of species. She always had to be better than others and higher than others. view.
Petal bath, red dates and soup.
Gu Qianxue looked at his new appearance in the bronze mirror after finishing finishing. When I saw my appearance, I was amazed again, and I never dreamed that I would be beautiful like this one day.
It's a pity that she doesn't have time to reward herself, and she doesn't want a living method anymore, she will change from a beautiful woman to a beautiful one.
At this time, Gu Qianxue changed to a water-green embroidered gauze dress and sat by the window, closing his eyes, as if closing his eyes to refresh himself, in fact he was struggling to remember.
In a few moments, Gu Qianxue covered her ears, sighed, and then shouted into the Zhao family unbearably. "Can you put these birds together? My head is too big, how do I think?"
Zhao's startled, he ran across his abdomen, put his hand on Gu Qianxue's forehead, "My baby girl, what's wrong with you, how to yell at your mother, what's unhappy to tell your mother, don't hold back In my heart."
"Unhappy thing?" Gu Qianxue couldn't help crying, but he was a little used to his unique focus on cheap mother. Patience said, "What will happen to what happened just now, you know what?"
Zhao thought for a while, then nodded, "probably know."
Gu Qianxue gave a glimmer of hope, "Do you have a solution?"
Zhao immediately offered a treasure, "The mother wrote to your grandfather, as long as your grandfather knows, it will definitely help our mother-in-law."
Gu Qianxue's eyes were dark, and there was a desire to faint. "As long as you used to cause trouble, write to your grandfather?" Sure enough, you should not put hope on people who can't hold hope at all.
Zhao nodded, "Yeah, don't you know these?"
Gu Qianxue closed his eyes and reached out to rub his temples. "How many times has it been written?"
Can't help but sigh-Whose ancestral grave did Zhao Zhaojun dig in his life?