On the corridor to the old lady's Yonghe Garden, Su Yueming and Su Baixi met unexpectedly. Su Baixi was wearing a blue and white mattress dress, the gauze fluttering gently in the wind, and the beauty of the surrounding scenery was eclipsed.
Su Yueming had to sigh that even a small movement could make Su Baixi show off her beauty.
Su Baixi stopped and stared at her with a pair of malicious eyes, motionless.
Lu Rong looked a little scared and couldn't help but take a step back. She has been in the house for a while. In her impression, the eldest lady is as beautiful as a fairy in the sky. She is also very kind to their servants and never puts on airs.
Where have I seen her look so terrifying?
Su Yueming smiled softly and asked, "Sister, did you just go to see your grandmother?"
Su Baixi said coldly, "Su Yueming, don't be too proud! If you walk too much at night, you will encounter ghosts! Be careful!"
"Really? Has the eldest sister encountered a ghost?" Su Yueming was really speechless because of such a hypocritical person, "The person who framed me in every possible way is the eldest sister, so the one who should be afraid is the eldest sister and you.
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"You..." Su Baixi didn't expect that Su Yueming was becoming more and more bold. When he met her before, at least he seemed to be respectful and polite on the surface, but now, he dared to be harsh with her every word without leaving any room for it.
How hateful!
"I heard that eldest sister is going to the ancestral hall to copy the family rules a hundred times. I think it's getting late. Sister, you should hurry up, otherwise mother will be angry. Lu Rong, let's go." Su Yueming no longer looked at this sanctimonious person.
He glanced at her body coldly and walked forward.
"Su Yueming!" Su Baixi called her, her eyes were cold and almost poisonous, but Su Yueming was not afraid at all. Her eyes were light, but there was a chilling sharpness in them, which made Su Baixi's scalp numb.
When they arrived at the old lady's yard, Ms. Jiang was standing outside waiting. When she saw her, she lowered her voice and said, "I have done what you said these past two days. Just wait and you will do what you planned."
Jiang's eyes were filled with eager light. After seeing the prince, she had decided that Su Yueming was someone she could rely on. Now she just wanted to see the prince fall again and again until he could no longer get up.
"Third Aunt, thank you for your hard work." Su Yueming nodded.
"Come in quickly, the old lady is soaking her feet right now."
"Yeah." Su Yueming and Jiang walked in together, while Lu Rong stayed outside.
As soon as he walked in, he saw the old lady reclining on a chair with her eyes closed and meditating. She had a flipped Buddhist scripture on her body. She seemed to have something on her mind, and her eyebrows were always furrowed.
Huang's mother is slipping her slippers, while Zijuan is squeezing her palms.
Seeing Su Yueming and Mrs. Jiang coming in, Ziyuan and Mama Huang were about to stand up when Mrs. Jiang made a gesture to signal them to be silent.
Su Yueming walked to Zi Yuan's side, took her hand, and carefully massaged the old lady's Yangchi point.
After pressing for a moment, the old lady opened her eyes and saw Su Yueming with her head lowered in front of her and beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. She relaxed her eyebrows and said, "I told you that the feeling of pressing is a little different. It turns out that
Is it because you are here, or you are the one who presses me the most comfortably, Zijuan, that girl’s hands are too light.”
A gentle smile floated on Su Yueming's face, and she said, "From now on, I will come over and massage my grandmother every day, okay?"