The sealed copper door was pushed open, and a muggy heat with a musty smell rushed towards him.
There was no one in the huge yard, and the leaves were extremely lush because they had not been pruned all year round.
The demon girl picked up the package in her hand and walked in. She did not go back to her boudoir or the hall. As soon as she entered the door, she ran straight towards her grandfather's favorite study.
There were a lot less furnishings in the room, and all the valuable items seemed to have been moved away, leaving only a rocking chair made of bamboo and rattan. The rocking chair had become very old, covered in dust.
The landscape paintings hanging on the walls were gone, and everything was empty.
The demon girl looked at the study room for a while, then slowly sat on the rocking chair. The huge sunset set behind her, and the wind from all directions fluttered her top. No one knew what she was thinking at the moment. She was smiling,
Looking at the floating clouds outside the window, I used my strength with my fingers to hold the wooden basin, went to the well to scoop out water, unwrapped the package, bent down, and cleaned up and down the study.
When passing by the pond, the lotus flowers were in full bloom. I picked one, took a jar at random, and placed it on the sandalwood desk.
Grandpa likes to be clean. Even if she has no future prospects, she doesn't want this place to look dirty.
I pulled open the cloth, splashed ink, and in two or three strokes, I sketched a picture of a galloping horse.
Someone once predicted that even if four years pass, no one will be able to match the eldest daughter of the Demon Family who can create paintings and dance with swords in flames.
Indeed.
Her appearance, her talent, and her burning youth are unforgettable for everyone who has seen her.
However, women are no better than men.
Envy for a long time will lead to resentment.
The demon family will be defeated, and that seems to be the case.
She didn't know how to restrain herself before, but now she has changed from a ball of fire to a puddle of water.
Her edges and corners were polished so flat that she no longer had the sparkle she once had.
However, if you look carefully, you will find that there is more tenacity hidden in her eyes than anyone else.
"Grandfather, I promise you, if the Demon Family is here and the Demon Mother is here, if the Demon Family dies, the Demon Mother will die. Ten years from now, I will take back all the glory that once belonged to the Demon Family."
The demon girl stood in front of the spiritual throne, took three sticks of incense and lit them. Her voice was very faint, but her words were clear.
She didn't waste much time. After saying this, she walked into her boudoir. The quilt was spread out on the wooden bed and covered with a layer of white cloth.
When the witch lifted up the white cloth, the dust in the whole room flew up. Fortunately, the quilt under the white cloth was clean and usable.
She smiled lightly and put the quilt on her shoulders, wanting to bask in the sun before it went down.
Finding a wooden stick in the yard, the demon girl gently patted the cotton quilts and mattresses one by one. This not only patted away the dust, but also made the cotton fluffier and softer. After absorbing the sunlight, it smelled pleasant.
While she was busy doing something, there seemed to be some movement in the study.
At first, the demon girl thought that a wild cat had run in. It was not until she heard the sound of something moving that she narrowed her eyes, held the wooden stick with one hand, and walked towards the study.
Sure enough, there were three figures inside, staring blankly at Xia Lian on the desk, their mouths wide open.
The demon girl was stunned, and the wooden stick in her hand slipped to the ground, and then she laughed slowly: "Uncle Liao, Yan'er, Azi,"
The older man suddenly turned around, his expression changed, and his increasingly old features were stained with tears. He ran towards the Demon Lady, almost ignoring the etiquette and wanting to take her into his arms: "Miss! It's you.
?Is it really you?"
"It's me." The demon girl smiled, showing her bright teeth. After noticing his movements, she took the initiative to stretch out her hand: "I'm back." Uncle Liao was the housekeeper of the demon family. Before she was born,
He followed his grandfather and served her. When she was naughty and made mistakes when she was young, he would find a way to help her cover up. Although he was a servant, he was better than a family member.
"I've lost weight... I've also grown taller." Uncle Liao looked at her as if he were a child. When he touched her wrist, which was so thin that it couldn't be any thinner, his eyes became very wet.
But the demon girl only knew how to laugh, as if she suddenly lost the ability to speak.
There are still people in the Demon family, besides her, there are still people... What could be more joyful than this.
The two maids next to her also cried. They came over and hugged the devil's waist. They cried out "Miss" through tears...
They are all younger than the Demon Mother. They were the little maids who served the Demon Mother personally. In just four years, they have grown into big girls.
The demon girl touched their heads with her hands and said in a gentle voice: "Don't cry. It's not easy for us to meet each other, but why are they crying one after another?"
It was okay if she didn't say it, but when she did, the girl named Yan'er cried louder, as if she had been greatly wronged, and began to complain to her, complaining about this and that.
The Demon Lady had no choice but to reach out and hug him, with a fond smile on her face: "Thank you for helping me guard the Demon Family all these years."
Uncle Liao looked at her, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and pulled her away. After all, they both burst into tears and laughed.
On the first day back home, I must have a reunion dinner.
While cleaning up the kitchen, Uncle Liao said with a smile: "Now that the lady is back, the seal posted by the court is no longer useful. According to the emperor's wishes, we can live our lives again."
The demon girl didn't speak as she listened, lowering her head to pick vegetables. Her graceful side face looked unusually warm in the dusk.
When Uncle Liao saw it, he shouted in surprise: "Miss, how can you do this? Put it down, I'll do it!"
"Uncle Liao." The demon girl pressed his wrist and smiled gently: "Why can't I pick vegetables? You cook, and I will help you. How quick it is."
Uncle Liao watched her skillfully pinch off the vegetable leaves, and his throat moved with difficulty. He didn't know what kind of life the young lady had lived in these years, but he could imagine how much she suffered.
Those hands can hunt down flying eagles with a bow and arrow, and take out human heads with a whip... But now, they are doing the most despicable things.
The ladies of ordinary official families are not even able to touch the spring water, let alone the demon family who stomps their feet in the capital, which is enough to shake up the army.
The old man always loved her and was reluctant to let the young lady suffer a little.
In fact, it is not only the old man who loves her, but even the servants like them like to serve her from the bottom of their hearts...
The most painful thing in this world is not living at the bottom of poverty.
Instead, he suddenly changed overnight, fell from the height of popularity, and lost everything.
Over the years, he has always been vaguely worried in his heart, worried that the young lady will not be able to pass the hurdle, and even more worried that she is clinging to the past, unable to see clearly the current situation, and acting as she pleases.
Especially when it comes to dealing with the young master of the Nangong family...