He nervously stroked Lingxi's shoulder and said: "Xi'er, you...can you tell Amma one more time?"
"I... clothes... more... for her." Lingxi pointed at Yilan and repeated the same words word by word with difficulty. Although the words were unclear, it was enough for people to understand what she meant.
"Okay, it's up to you, it's all up to you." Yinzhen nodded excitedly. As long as Lingxi is willing to communicate with others and not close herself off, she can have the moon in the sky, let alone a few pieces of clothing.
Mrs. Li was also very excited. She had been waiting for so long for her daughter to finally speak. Regardless of her pregnancy, she quickly came over and hugged Lingxi tightly. She said with tears: "Daughter, my mother's daughter, you finally
If you are willing to speak again, do you know that my mother’s heart is almost broken?”
Perhaps Li's excitement frightened her, or perhaps Li held her too tightly. Lingxi's eyes showed uneasiness, and her hands struggled to lean against Yinzhen. As soon as her hands loosened, Lingxi quickly
She climbed onto Yinzhen and hugged her tightly without saying anything, which made Li very embarrassed. She was Lingxi's biological mother, but Lingxi treated her like a stranger, but she was extremely dependent on Yinzhen.
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Yinzhen patted Lingxi on the back and comforted her softly, then said to the disappointed Li: "You will scare Lingxi if you are so excited. The fact that she is willing to speak now means that the situation is getting better. Take your time and give her some time."
Just get used to it."
"Yes, I know." Mrs. Li agreed nonchalantly, then turned to Qingrong who was following behind her and said, "Follow Gege's instructions and bring her new set of goose-yellow and silver-patterned clothes to Yi.
Let Miss Lan put it on, and fold a few sets of unusual clothes for Miss Yilan to take back."
Qingrong quickly took the clothes and handed them to Yilan. At Ling Ruo's signal, Yilan took the clothes and was about to follow Mo Yu upstairs to change. Suddenly she heard her direct descendant Fujin say: "Master Beile, it's rare that Lingxi is willing to do this for me."
From Yilan's words, it can be seen that they are in love and are of the same age. If Yilan is allowed to stay with Lingxi more in the future, it might help her condition."
Yinzhen looked at Lingxi first, saw her nodding slightly and said with a smile: "This is a good idea. I just wonder if Ruo'er and her sister are willing to do it?"
Before Ling Ruo could answer, Yilan knelt down happily and said: "If you want to answer Lord Baylor, Ilan is willing." She likes this magnificent Baylor Mansion and everything displayed here. Now that she has the opportunity to come and go freely, she has no intention of turning it down.
reason.
Ling Ruo originally wanted to refuse, because she didn't want her only sister to go through the troubled waters of Baylor Mansion, but Yilan herself agreed. If she objected again, she couldn't justify it, so she had to bow down and agree: "I also hope that Lingxi Gege can hurry up."
Get well."
Nala nodded and said, "Then it's settled. I'll tell Gao Fu tomorrow that they won't stop Yilan from entering the house from now on."
Yilan was overjoyed, and after thanking Mo Yu, she happily followed Mo Yu upstairs to change her clothes. When she came down after changing her clothes, the play had already begun in full swing, and everyone focused their attention on the stage. Yilan was there.
After sitting down next to Ling Ruo, she looked at Nian and Song not far away and frowned, then whispered in Ling Ruo's ear: "Sister, I don't like Nian Fujin and Song Fujin." What just happened made her very disgusted.
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Ling Ruo smiled slightly, grabbed a handful of melon seeds and put it into her delicate palm, and said softly: "Sister doesn't like it either, but in many cases, happiness or displeasure cannot be shown on the face at will. In the future, you will often go in and out of Baylor Mansion.
There are many rules here, and the elder sister next to you can teach you slowly, but you have to remember this and never let anyone guess what you are thinking."
"Yes, Ilan has written it down." Ilan didn't quite understand what her sister said, but she knew that her sister must have said it for her own good.
"Just write it down, let's watch the show." Ling Ruoxiao smiled and said nothing more. She knew that she was embarrassing Yilan by saying this. After all, she was just a child who was less than ten years old. Not to mention her experience, her mind was also weak. She is far from mature, and it is not easy to keep her emotions and emotions a secret. Even though she has not done it herself, this string must be stretched in her heart at all times and must not be relaxed.
What is staged on the stage is that during the Northern Song Dynasty, Mu Guiying, the granddaughter-in-law of Yang Jiye, the border guard, made great achievements for the court. However, she was slandered by the imperial ministers and was forced to resign and return to the fields. She lived a retired life for twenty years until the Xixia riots and the DPRK. No one wants to use Mu Guiying to lead the expedition, but Mu Guiying abandons her personal anger and fights side by side with her husband and children.
The Jiqing Troupe is indeed a well-known theater troupe. On stage, they have solid skills in the roles of raw, dan, jing, mo, and chou. Their performances are spotless, especially the Tsing Yi actor who plays Mu Guiying. His singing voice is round and round, and his movements are firm yet soft. Like flowing clouds and flowing water, it is extremely beautiful.
No one noticed that Ye Xiu looked at Qing Yi with an indescribably weird look, like jealousy and conflict.
Nala carefully peeled an orange and picked out all the white veins on the flesh before handing it to Yinzhen, with the same gentle smile on his face as before, "This year's tribute oranges from Jiangnan are sweet and juicy. It’s pretty good.”
After taking it, Yinzhen said: "I remember that you like to eat oranges very much. Can Gao Fu send some to you?"
"I gave them a lot, and I couldn't eat them all by myself. Jade got a recipe from the folk, saying it could be used to make orange wine, so I gave the extra oranges to the winemaker she hired to make it. I wonder if I can really make wine in the future." Nala peeled off another one and fed it to Lingxi. Lingxi didn't resist her, and she opened her mouth obediently every time until she ate four or five petals before shaking her head and refusing.
"If we say who in the house likes to eat oranges the most, it must be Ye Fujin. Unfortunately, although oranges are delicious, they are easy to get angry. Ye Fujin is pregnant now and should not eat too much." The orange-red lamp shone brightly on Nala's face. Shining with a warm light, like a piece of beautiful jade, her gaze rested on Yinzhen's face, "I remember when Ye Fujin first entered the house, Mr. Belle loved to watch her sing the most. I also remember that Ye Fujin was best at this opera. Mu Guiying took the lead and gave a truly lifelike performance, even better than the one in Tsing Yi on the stage."
Nala's words brought back the deep memory in Yinzhen's heart. It was not Ye Xiu, but another woman, a woman who made him crazy. He couldn't ask for it and couldn't let it go. He had never really been able to let Meier go, so His pain never ended.
He doted on Ye Xiu and promoted her from the first grade to the best, just because watching her sing would remind him of those happy days when he and Meier went to the palace to watch the opera together. He really wanted to... really wanted to go back to the past...
Before Yinzhen could speak, Nala suddenly looked at Qing Yi on the stage and said strangely: "Master Beile, don't you think the subtle movements of the Qing Yi who plays Mu Guiying are very similar to when Ye Fujin came on stage, like a What the master taught me is average?"
"Things are similar and people are similar. Maybe it's just a coincidence." Yinzhen replied politely, drinking the wine that Nian had just poured for her in one gulp to suppress her somewhat upset mood.
"Maybe." Nala agreed, but the doubts in her heart still lingered. Almost at the same time, Ling Ruoyi turned her head and said to herself, "Hey, why do I feel that there is something wrong with that Qingyi man on the stage?
Looks familiar, as if I've seen her somewhere before." The more I look at her, the more she looks like her, but unfortunately the makeup on Qing Yi's face makes it impossible to see her true appearance.
Just when she was wondering, Yilan suddenly put down the half-drunk goat milk and covered her stomach and whispered: "Sister, my stomach hurts so much."
Ling Ruo was suddenly startled, and quickly helped her small body and said, "You're fine, why do you have a stomachache? Did you eat something bad?"
Yilan's small facial features wrinkled up, and she reluctantly said, "I don't know. I was fine when I was drinking goat milk, but suddenly I got abdominal pain like cramping."
Because Yilan was still young, it was not appropriate to drink too much tea, so Fujin sent someone to bring her a cup of warm goat's milk that was the same as Lingxi's. Unexpectedly, she complained of a stomachache shortly after drinking it. As expected.
She said it shouldn't be, but when she saw the half-eaten tangerines and pineapples on the table, she immediately realized that her stomach must have been accidentally damaged by the alternation of hot and cold.
"I can't, I can't help it anymore, I want to show off." Within a few words, her stomach hurt even more, and Ilan even started to sweat on her forehead.
Seeing that she was in pain, Ling Ruo didn't bother to scold her, and quickly asked Mo Yu to take her out. She thought she would come back soon, but she didn't expect that after waiting for half an hour, there was no sign of anyone. She sent Li Wei and others out to search for her, but there was no one there.
I saw no trace, and there was no one in front of the toilet.
Where did these two people go? Could something have happened? When she thought of this, Ling Ruo became anxious and restless. How could she have the heart to watch the show? She quietly led Li Wei and others away from the table while no one was paying attention.
, looking for traces of Yilan and Moyu everywhere.
If Ling were not so worried about Yilan's safety, she would have noticed a cold, snake-like gaze falling on her.