Aunt Miao turned around.

"What else does Madam have to do?"

Song: "Look at how easy you dress all day long, those who don't know think I'm so mean - take this pair of golden hairpins, and wait for the Dragon Boat Festival family dinner a few days later, at least I can support my face."

She said, raising her hand to pick the hairpin from her head.

This golden hairpin is so vulgar that it is not worthy of her unparalleled beauty, and she is just unable to find a place to throw it away!

Song was exaggerated and refused to admit that he had changed his mind when Aunt Miao had changed.

Aunt Miao stayed for a long time before taking the golden hairpin from Aunt Zhao.

Then, he thanked Song again and again before leaving.

Song looked into the yard through the opened window lattice. Aunt Miao walked past her gaze and saw a pair of red eyes.

Aunt Miao pressed the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief to stop her tears. Her back looked particularly thin.

Song's heart was inexplicably deep, and then he couldn't help but sigh in a very complicated sigh.

She didn't know what she was sighing.

...

The weather became hot day by day, and it was the scorching sun. The green leaves were burned listlessly. Only the summer cicadas hiding among the leaves were chirping tirelessly.

A mat was laid in the room, and Zhang Meishou was taking a nap.

In her memory, she had never heard such noisy cicadas in many years. Her bedroom was always extremely quiet. Under the command of Ali, the palace maids and eunuchs who were sticking to cicadas never dared to be lazy.

In addition, she was greedy for coolness and feared heat, and the ice basin that brought heat to the palace was always indispensable.

Therefore, in those years, every summer was always cool and quiet.

Although life was comfortable, the long quietness gradually made her feel uncomfortable.

The long days are long, and there is not even a favor in the huge palace. Zhu You are busy with government affairs and never sees people... Over the years, the beautiful and exquisite hairpins and rings are picked up in the morning and unloaded at sunset, and only for the mirror to see.

The great years are so hardened by the competition.

Later, she lost the motivation to dress herself up. In her own words, she was simply a bunch of canary in a cage, eating and waiting to die, and living in a mess.

Well, the canary seems to be less appropriate, maybe it is more appropriate to change it to cats and dogs.

After all, she was not that free at first, and what she yearned for was simple.

In a trance, Zhang Meishou felt funny, opened his eyes in a daze, raised his hand to touch his sweaty forehead.

The air around seemed to carry the heat that hit her face when the steamer just opened, making her feel half-dream and half-awake.

She seemed to see Zhu Youzing, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, walking towards her, and his face that was always gentle and untouchable.

She then realized that her demeanor was not good, and if she spread it, she would inevitably be criticized again - she remembered it very clearly. Once, Zhu Youzhe was criticizing memorials all night in the bedroom. She was awakened by his cough and said in a confused manner, "Your Majesty is really disturbing." The next day, it was passed to the palace maid and the in charge of the nanny, and the historian also wrote down a note with qigong.

Thinking of this, Zhang Meishou quickly got out of bed and bowed, and at the same time sighed in her heart, "I can't be quiet after taking a nap," but she only dared to sigh in her heart, but she didn't dare to say it out loud.

But she stood up after getting out of bed and walked forward a few steps, but the bright yellow ball in front of her suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings had already become clear.

Zhang Meishou stood there in a daze, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, and he knew where he was.

She whined that she was so denied by the rules and Zhu You in the palace in half-dream and half-awake that she died like this. She dared not speak out, and she was really useless... The more she thought about it, the more she was embarrassed.

When Ali walked in, he saw a little girl wearing a white underwear and sleepy eyes standing on the ground with her white and tender feet, with red mat marks printed on one cheek, and frowned with her stern mouth, as if she was angry.

Ali just thought that her girl was angry and was about to come forward to make fun of her, but her expression suddenly became happy.

"Can the girl get out of bed and stand firm?!"

Ali's voice was crisp and loud, suppressing the cicadas outside the window.

When A Dou heard the sound, she walked in quickly. When she saw Zhang Meishou standing there steadily, her eyes turned red immediately.

In her eyes, it was because of her negligence that the girl was in danger of fire and had leg problems, so she felt guilty and distressed every day.

"Girl... but can you leave?" A Dou didn't dare to go forward with tears, for fear of breaking something, so she said in a tempting tone: "How many more steps do girls take?"

Zhang Meishou raised his right foot in a daze.

The feet fell steadily on the ground, moving slowly step by step - this feeling of no longer needing support from others, is strange and familiar, which makes people feel at ease!

She can really walk!

Seeing this scene, A Dou's tight strings completely relaxed, and suddenly covered her face and started crying.

"The girl can leave, this is a great thing. Why are you crying?" Ali clasped his palm happily, wishing he could jump three times and talk: "Go and tell the second master and the second wife!"

A Dou nodded vigorously, wiped her tears with her sleeve, turned around and walked out.

But Zhang Meishou suddenly raised his head and said, "I'll go in person!"

She wants to tell her father and mother herself!

Zhang Meishou walked out of the inner room step by step.

The blue bricks in the yard were a little hot because they were sunburned. Zhang Meishou stepped on them barefootly, and his steps were getting faster and faster. With each step, her mood became more and more cheerful, and even began to become excited unstoppably.

At this moment, all her heart was filled with light and hope, as if new spring bamboo shoots were rising and growing rapidly.

Ali, who came to his senses, chased her with his shoes, shouting happily and nervously: "Girl, be careful, be careful!"

Zhang Meishou trotted through the corridor in the garden.

At the end of the corridor, someone saw the snow-white ball rolling in, subconsciously stopped and became prepared.

"Yeah, isn't that Zhang San!"

The girl walking in front called out the name Zhang Meishou hated the most when he was young.

The girl stared at Zhang Meishou, who was getting closer and closer, with disbelief in her eyes.

Why did she, her number one competitor, run out in her midsuit, and she didn't even wear shoes... Her black hair was draped over her shoulders, half of which were wet and stuck to her cheeks by sweat, and how could she feel in a hurry and embarrassment on her neck?

After plucking up the courage to visit Zhang Meishou under the banner of "After the second master of the Zhang family went to the Deng family to retire, most of the girls of the same age in Yongfang who heard that Zhang Meishou was sick, they visited him." Then, he convinced himself to come and visit Zhang Meishou. Xu Wanxi, who was dressed up from head to toe, was so shocked that her chin was about to fall to the ground.

What if the promised head can cut off blood, but it will cause you to lose?
Chapter completed!