"Buyao? What kind of buyao is it? Can I have a look?"
Lin Mengya's tone was a little anxious, which scared the maid.
"Don't get me wrong. I just want to have a look. I'm sorry, I was too impatient. If it's not convenient, then forget it. "
Seeing her apologizing and explaining to her in such a soft voice, the maid felt a little embarrassed.
"It's okay. I'll get it for you right away."
The little girl quickly got her buyao, which was put in a long and narrow box. It seemed that she treasured it very much.
"Madam, Miss Gong, this was left by my mother as my dowry. Yesterday, my father came to see me, so he gave it to me. "
With tears in her eyes, the little girl seemed to be a little reluctant.
Obviously, she misunderstood Lin Mengya and thought that Lin Mengya was going to pursue this matter.
"Don't worry, I won't break it. Now, put on the buyao and let Miss Yue 'er have a look, okay? "
Lin Mengya discussed with the little girl. Although the little girl was a little sad, she obediently put the buyao on her head.
It was a butterfly-shaped buyao. The style was not very novel, but the workmanship was very good.
The little girl carefully put on the butterfly buyao and stood in front of Shangguan Hui.
Shangguan Hui, who was giggling just now, suddenly curled up into a ball.
Her big eyes were full of tears, and she began to breathe quickly.
"It's really a buyao! Little girl, you can put it away now. "
After confirming it, Lin Mengya walked quickly and comforted Shangguan Hui in a soft voice.
Only the little girl stood there at a loss, as if she had done something wrong.
"Jin 'er, don't be afraid. Just put away the buyao and don't let Miss Yue 'er see it in the future. "
Even Madam knew that it was not the little girl's fault.
She comforted her in a low voice, for fear that the little girl would think too much.
"Yes, Jin 'er knows."
Although the little girl was still a little uneasy, she finally felt relieved, knowing that her buyao was safe.
But she was also curious why Miss Yue 'er became crazy when she saw her buyao.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! That's Jin 'er, not someone who wants to hurt you. Don't look, I'm here. We're all here. "
As she comforted Shangguan Hui gently, she used her hands to gently massage several acupoints on her body.
It could help Sister Hui relax and calm her mind.
Fortunately, she was here this time, and Shangguan Hui soon calmed down.
He just grinned and continued to smile at her foolishly.
"Take Lady Yue 'er down to rest first. You have to watch her carefully, don't let her bump into anything."
"Yes."
The servants took Shangguan Hui away, while Lin Mengya was lost in thought.
"Auntie, is there anything particular about Miss Rou 'er's hairpin?"
When it came to these matters, she was far less skilled than Madam Lian.
The latter pondered for a while before replying.
"Our State of Wei has many different styles of hair ornaments. I remember that Rou 'er's mother was a young lady from an aristocratic family. Unfortunately, her family declined, so she married Rou' er's father and passed away early. In terms of style and craftsmanship, they could be easily found in Wei Country. On the other hand, the style of the Butterfly Loves Flower was usually a token of love given by a man and a woman to express their feelings. That's all I know. "
After expressing her gratitude to Madam Lian again, Lin Mengya left the Lian Family and returned to the Gong Family.
From Shangguan Hui's reaction, it was obvious that the hair ornament of a similar style was often worn by the person who abused her.
So when she saw the hair ornament, she had a stress reaction.
She felt that she was about to be beaten up.
This showed that the person who abused Sister Hui was a woman, and she should be from a rich family, and she valued the hair ornament very much.
Although Lin Mengya had guessed this information, it was like looking for a needle in a haystack to find it.
But she knew that those people would not give up looking for Sister Hui.
Therefore, after they came back, she had asked Baisu to find someone to keep an eye on those people.
She believed that the real murderer behind the scenes would soon come to light.
When she returned to the room quietly, the little thing was still snoring.
No matter how stubborn she was when she was awake, when she fell asleep, her shriveled and dark face was still a little cute.
She quietly took off her shoes and socks and changed out of her coat.
She sat in front of the stove for a while to dispel the chill on her body, and then climbed into the bed.
Smelling the herbal fragrance from the little thing, Lin Mengya, who had not slept well these days, inexplicably felt sleepy.
She lay next to the little thing and carefully looked at his little face.
Although the child looked like a monkey, in fact, his facial features were very good.
Especially his long eyelashes, which were as thick as a small fan.
Lin Mengya didn't know what kind of cruel parents were willing to abuse their children like this.
She couldn't help thinking of her Ning 'er again. In fact, she was not a qualified mother.
"Why are you crying?"
As soon as Long Tianhao's voice sounded, Lin Mengya woke up.
She touched her eyes, and she didn't know when she started crying again.
Long Tianhao stood by the bed and reached out his hand to wipe away her tears.
Unexpectedly, another withered twig-like little claw snatched it in front of him.
His chapped little hands were so gentle that Lin Mengya felt as if her heart was being comforted as well.
"Did we wake you up?"
She lowered her head and asked softly.
The little fellow rolled his big round black eyes, but shook his head lightly.
Then, he carefully arched his small body into her embrace.
She felt the child's timidity and hidden little hope. She reached out and gently held the child in her arms.
The little child's body was still very soft, and because he lost the protection of family too early, he was particularly greedy for her hidden maternal love.
She gently hummed a tuneless nursery rhyme and patted the child in her arms. When the child fell asleep again, she remembered that Long Tianhao was still in the room.
"You …"
She raised her head and looked for the trace of that person.
But she didn't know when that person had left.
Lin Mengya suppressed the strong sense of loss in her heart, looked at the child in her arms, and had mixed feelings.
Murong Xi forced herself to withdraw from the warm room, because she didn't want to see her disappointment.
Her words were still echoing in his ears.
He knew in his heart that what she said was all right.
A large part of Xun 'er's misdeeds was his indifference.
When he came to himself, he had already arrived at the courtyard where Xun 'er was.
Regardless of whether the child was his adopted son or not, he still needed to be disciplined.
When he entered the door, he heard the child crying hoarsely.
Murong Xi's brows were twisted into a knot.
He thought of the behavior of the child who was bullied by Xun 'er this morning.
Although he was at an absolute disadvantage, although his body was already covered with scars, the child still endured, did not beg for mercy from the wicked, and did not feel sorry for his own misfortune.
He somewhat admired the child's character.
A grown man shouldn't cry at any time.
"What's the noise again?"
The deep voice abruptly stopped the crying inside.
Murong Xi walked in, sat on the chair, and looked down at his adopted son in front of him.
The child rubbed his big red and swollen eyes and looked at him with sobs.
No matter how he looked, he did not have a bit of strength of character.
"Godfather …"
Xun 'er mumbled in a muffled voice, as if he had been wronged to the extreme.
"You have to tell me clearly what's going on. Don't cry like a girl. "
He hated crying children. In the past, he had left Xun 'er here to raise him because he cried so often.
He did not expect that it would only encourage Xun 'er's arrogance.
When the child heard his words, he stood in front of him and said angrily, "Godfather, that little slave was obviously given to me by someone else!
I can play with him however I want. How could you let some vixen take him away? " I can play with him however I want. How can you let another vixen take him away! "
"I gave him to you. He was given to my adopted son. Without me, you are nothing!"
"It's for you. It's for my adopted son. Without me, you're nothing."
He was only six years old, so he probably did not understand the difference between their statuses.
However, there was one thing that he understood better than anyone else.
If the person in front of him was no longer his godfather, then all these things would be far away from him.
Murong Xi was stunned when he saw Xun 'er. He did not have a good impression of this child.
Although he knew that this child was still young, his greedy nature had already been revealed.
"Let me ask you. Who taught you to call others a vixen?"
The servants that he had chosen were all very tight-lipped.
He was afraid that these words did not come from their professor.
Xun 'er rolled his eyes. It was obvious that someone had warned him not to say it.
Unfortunately, Murong Xi was good even when it came to dealing with children.
"You don't want to say it? Alright, from today onwards, move out of your house and live in the stable."
Xun 'er shuddered at the thought of that filthy and smelly place.
With a long face, he crawled to Murong Xi and tugged at his trousers, preparing for the next round of tears.
At this moment, Murong Xi, who had already had enough of his devilish voice, said calmly, "If you want to cry, go now."
"If you want to cry, go now."
He forcefully held back his tears.
"It … It was Sister Chong Hua who taught me … She said that apart from her, any woman who is with Godfather is a vixen. They will come and take everything away from me, including Godfather. "
Murong Xi raised his eyebrows and his eyes were cold.
"What else did she teach you? Tell me all of it."
Xun 'er, who had never been interrogated like this by his godfather, could not help but shiver. His green eyes were also filled with deep fear.
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