Under his close gaze, Su Yueming's face became calm, and she lay quietly under him, looking leisurely at the unknown front, and said -
"I am different from you. I have no love, only hate. My love is as cold as ice; my hate is as hot as fire."
After hearing this, Murong Canghai tightened his hands on her shoulders and trembled slightly.
Su Yueming sat up, straightened her hair a little, and said -
"It's getting late, I have important things to plan tomorrow, so go to bed early."
Her back was clear and innocent, as Murong Canghai looked at her, his eyes became deeper and deeper.
*
The third aunt saw the luxurious and beautiful clothes, exquisite and elegant jewelry and the rouge and gouache that were only used by the empress in the palace in front of her, and asked strangely——
"Why are you preparing these for me all of a sudden? I don't leave the house all day long. If there is any need, you should use it yourself."
Su Yueming nodded towards Xiangqiao and motioned for her to help Third Yiniang change her clothes. She walked behind Third Yiniang, held her shoulders with both hands, and looked at Third Yiniang in the mirror——
Third Yiniang was originally a Jiangnan beauty who supported the wind and weak willows. Otherwise, how could she have caught Su Buqing's eyes with her status as a foot-washing maid?
However, because she was locked up in a cold nunnery for a long time and suffered from madness, her original beauty was gradually worn away by the years.
But now, under Leng Ru's treatment, she has regained her mental clarity.
Su Yueming urged Xiang Qiao to cook various nourishing and nourishing soups for her every day, and also personally massaged her acupuncture points. Her face became rosy, her whole body plumped up a lot, she was no longer skinny, and she gradually regained her former appearance.
Beauty.
After Xiangqiao applied a light layer of rouge and gouache on her face, her complexion looked better. Looking at her new look in the mirror, San Yiniang couldn't help but blush, her shy look still had a hint of girlishness.
Su Yueming once asked the third aunt about the scene when she first met Su Buqing. The clothes and jewelry she prepared now are as close as possible to what they were back then, just to give Su Buqing a feeling of excitement as if she had just met her for the first time in life.
"Wear something nice, my father will like it more."
"What do you like? He has never looked at me since I returned home, and I don't go out. He may have forgotten me a long time ago." The third aunt sighed softly, and there was clearly an unconcealable feeling of loss and richness in her eyes.
sad.
"Who said that, tomorrow my father will give you a separate courtyard and arrange high-quality maids for you. You will be the first aunt in this house to have an independent courtyard. You will no longer have to share a courtyard with me.
Moreover, father will often go to your place." This was the first tangible thing that she and Su Buqing wanted to get from the exchange.
"Wha...what?" Third Yiniang couldn't believe what Su Yueming said at all.
The fact that she is still in the situation she is in now must be due to her daughter's contribution. Tears flowed from her eyes and she said guiltily, "I have been dragging you down, but you... always think of me.
."
Su Yueming leaned down, hugged Third Yiniang, and said softly, "We will get more and more things. This is just the beginning, so enjoy it."
*
"What?!" The eldest lady suddenly stood up like a loser, and the cup on the table fell to the ground with a bang, smashing into pieces, "You said that the Prime Minister gave Third Aunt an independent house, with maids and a nursing home.
, and ten thousand taels of gold and silk and satin?”