However, when he actually saw the Demon Girl again, Uncle Liao realized that his worries were unnecessary.
The years of prison life have really hurt her so much that she can no longer recognize the reality, and so much that her vitality has been damaged...
Uncle Liao sighed and looked up at the surrounding furnishings: "Master Nangong... he has been in the snowy mountains in recent years. He has given orders to keep everything in the house, so those people dare not move around.
The calligraphy and paintings were taken away by the imperial court, and the rest of the furniture and furnishings were not touched at all. The servants also saved their lives, and the distant relatives of the Demon family are still there. He... helped the Demon family a lot."
"Uncle Liao, I know." The Demon Lady was picking vegetables, and her fingers froze slightly when she heard the word Nangong.
Uncle Liao hesitated, and after a while he said again: "He went to the snow mountain this time with Miss Qu's family, the two of them..."
"Uncle Liao." The demon girl smiled at him: "I will say thank you to him later."
Her tone was very calm, with a quiet tone, polite and distant.
In the past, she never said thank you to him, but treated him as one of her own family members.
He was kind to her, relied on her in everything, and always said with a smile that she was his biological sister. None of the girls in the Nangong family were treated as well as she was.
The two of us grew up together, and we have long been indistinguishable from each other.
It's just this time and that time.
She understands.
It's just that she understands, but some people may not understand.
Perhaps, her existence is really a threat to them.
Otherwise, Mrs. Su would not have found the house herself on the first day she entered the house.
She has not changed at all. She is wearing Buddhist beads in her hands and wearing an expensive Hangzhou blue silk dress. She looks elegant and dignified. A simple headdress is enough to cover the current monthly expenses of the devil's family.
She was holding the tea but not drinking it, as if she disliked the poor quality of the tea. The disgust in her eyes was very obvious.
But she won't show it, because people of her status will always want to maintain their own image outside and never let anyone see her vicious side.
What's more...she also prayed to Buddha.
Ye Yaoruo raised her thin lips mockingly, it was quite embarrassing for the Buddha to be ruined by these people.
"I heard that you are back. The old man is thinking about you and asked me to come and see you." Mrs. Su smiled generously, with a deep look in her eyes: "If you need anything, just ask me, and don't bother Rong Guang. He is now
, having Xiaoxiao alone is enough for him to worry about. A letter came to him a few days ago, saying that Xiaoxiao had contracted the cold and was extremely anxious. This child..."
After Mrs. Su finished speaking, she shook her head helplessly, with a smile in her tone.
Ye Yaoruo listened quietly. Su came here just to let her hear the next few words, right?
At the beginning, when the Mo family was defeated, Su Shi said that Qu Chu was worthy of going to Nangong Garden only when he was young.
Let her not always cling to Nangong Rongguang whenever something goes wrong.
In fact, Mrs. Su really overthought it. No matter how stupid she was, she would have figured it out long ago after so many years.
Mrs. Su overestimated her persistence. She really couldn't see through these things before. She even spent money on someone to send a message to Nangong Rongguang, asking him to come and see her the night before going to the execution ground.
…
When he didn't come, he said, let her temper herself.
Maybe that man really did it for her own good.
But that's not what she wants.
She hopes someone can listen to her grievances.
She asked her servants to invite him over and over again.
Finally, the servant was annoyed by her enough and yelled at her: "Master, he is with the injured Miss Qu. How can he have time to talk to you?"
The young master is accompanying the injured Miss Qu, so how can he have time to talk to you...
She is slow, so slow that everyone around her thinks she is delusional and deserves to be unlucky.
But no one could understand that Nangong Rongguang was more than just someone he wanted to marry in the future.
He grew up with her.
They have known each other for seventeen years.
From a babbling little baby to a dashing and heroic boy and girl.
He treats her better than anyone else...
That feeling carries so much.
So she doesn't want to let go.
But now she has seen through it and has given up on her delusions.
She never thought about meeting that person.
Even if he was true to her, it would still be the same.
No matter how vigorous the relationship between them was.
After all, young people are ignorant...
The demon girl lowered her head and drank tea. She waited until the other party finished saying what should be said and what should not be said before she put the porcelain cup down and smiled softly.
Azi, who was waiting next to her, looked angry. As soon as Mrs. Su left, she started to curse angrily: "When the master was alive, Nangong Yuan didn't take the initiative to propose this marriage. It's better now, because we are afraid that our family will find her."
They are responsible and bully the lady everywhere! If I were the lady, I would drive this person out and vent his anger!"
"That's right!" Yan'er also intervened, packing up the porcelain cups in a haphazard manner, muttering in a low voice: "The young lady used to be so happy to do things, but she is not as timid as she is now. It's really frustrating!"
The Demon Girl's stretched out fingers froze slightly, then her thin lips curved slightly, and she poured tea with a calm expression.
The tea was not bought, but lotus leaves picked from the pond. After being dried, washed, and put into hot water, it always smelled like rainwater.
She was wondering if she was really old.
The vitality of these young people is gone.
She used to do things happily and offended countless people with her fierce temper.
It was because of her pleasure that her grandfather sacrificed his life for his life...
She doesn't want that anymore.
If she continues to be so stupid, she will even look down on herself.
She wants to learn from her grandfather and support the magic family.
She should be like an adult, no matter honor or disgrace, she should bear it with a smile.
Uncle Liao watched this scene quietly and scolded Yan'er in a low voice: "How did I teach you that there is no distinction between master and servant?"
"Dad!" Yan'er trembled all over, looked towards Demon Mother, her eyes were red, and whispered: "Miss, I have no other intention, I am worried for you, just in case Mrs. Su wants to find an excuse to bully
You, Master Nangong, are not here, what should I do then, I..."
"He's not here, I'm here." A deep voice suddenly sounded outside the door, with a graceful voice and an evil smile, which was very nice to hear.
Yan'er looked over to avoid the sound, and saw a dark figure walking towards the wind outside the door. Two slender straight legs lazily supported the whole body. One hand was inserted into the outer pocket of the black coat, and the other half casually
Hanging on his side, his posture is tall and tall, his expression is quite arrogant, but his eyes are filled with amusement, and his handsome side face is like broken crystal under the light of the oil lamp, and he is incomparably handsome...
Her heart trembled involuntarily, she lowered her head with a blush, and her voice came out...
But the man didn't even look at her, he walked straight over, took the tea cup from the Demon Lady's hand with a wicked smile, and took a sip from the lips: "Have you drunk the red date porridge I gave you?"