Chen Zhuo didn't know how long he had been in a daze, until someone asked softly outside: "Weiwei, get up? It's time to eat food later..."

With a simple hand lifted up the tent, Luo's gentle face appeared in front of her: "Yo, are you awake?"

Chen Zhuo looked at her blankly for a while, then suddenly rushed over, reached out and hugged her neck tightly: "Mom..."

Luo hurriedly pulled the quilt to wrap her around: "What's wrong? Have you had a nightmare?"

Chen Zhuo snuggled in her arms with a faint sandalwood for a while before answering softly: "Well, it's not... Mom, you haven't hugged me for a long time..."

What I guessed from that male soul must not be told to my mother.

Aunt Zeng and Miao's mother, who followed Luo in to clean up, smiled with their lips when they heard this.

Luo family yelled at her: "Who said it's been a long time? On the way here, when you fainted, weren't you tired of me in front of Sister Cen, and you were still tired of it for half a night? You still had the face to say!"

Chen Zhuo answered without saying a word, hugged her neck and shook her coquettishly: "Mom~~"

When Miao Mama saw the warm scene between mother and daughter, she laughed: "This is what the saying goes. When the daughter meets her mother, she will cry for three times if she has something to do."

Everyone laughed softly.

Chen Zhuo quickly changed the topic: "Mom, when it comes to Sister Cen, she refuses to come back these days, so she is so happy to leave?"

Mrs. Luo arranged to dress her neatly, only looking at her head and clothes, and replied, "She wants to come back, but unfortunately the magistrate of Wanqi will not let her go. She said I can't take care of it. It's all up to you, you are smart and don't stay at home. Sister Cen is a person who is used to being a lady. When she comes back, she is in the inner house every day. She is not here to let those people plot?"

Wanqi Sheng was clearly a praising word for Chen Zhuo, but Luo took the opportunity to stare at her forehead: "Wild monkey! Even the county magistrate knows it! It reaches your father's ears, I see how you are told!"

Chen Zhuo pouted, put on his clothes, scattered his head, and suddenly reached out and hugged Luo's neck again, and said softly to her with a pampering voice: "Mom, I'll tell you something."

Luo could not pull her arm, and was reluctant to let it go. He reached out and patted her little butt with helplessness: "Little Monkey!"

Aunt Zeng had already received a look of Chen Zhuo, quietly pulled Miao's mother and went out to guard outside.

Chen Zhuo put it against Luo's ear, muttered and made up a perfect reason, saying that he had not met Mr. Beizhu in the morning and recruited Zhang Yang: "...Dad said, it is not convenient for you to go out to find him; if you mobilize the army, you will ask the clan to find him, but you are afraid that it will spread to the ears of those who are interested, and the turmoil will cause trouble again on the ground.

"So I asked me to do this under the name of going out to play. Wan Qisheng is a classmate of my father. Now I have told Uncle Shun about this matter openly, which is equivalent to informing him. Even if I find Mr. Beizhu in the future, I think he is not so shameless to compete with my father!"

Mrs. Luo frowned and thought about it carefully, feeling that this was reasonable. Then she thought of Fushun and Chunliu again and asked, "Didn't you tell me quietly last time that the Magistrate Wanqi suspected that the death of the eldest son of Fengchang was not an accident? When did you become as familiar with Magistrate Wanqi?"

As he said that, he looked at her again with a vigilant look on his face.

Heavy and clean and speechless.

She couldn't help but think that Chen Xinyan could see through the fact that Chen Zhang came to harm her late at night, which was the flaw of her selling...

This, this, this, the life is hard for parents to fool, but it is really sad!

He hesitated for a while, Chen Zhuo said perfunctorily: "It's all Uncle Shun who is in the middle of contact!"

He quickly changed the conversation: "When it comes to Uncle Wanqi, it seems that there is no progress. Mother, have you heard something happening to the young master these days?"

Luo was indeed attracted by her and said, "No. I only know that the young master, the eldest and the fourth wife are all very busy. Except for those who go out of the city and into the mountains, they are just coming to act with me." As he said that, he sighed.

Smiling and laughing.

She had heard of it for a long time.

Luo is in the villa and watches operas every day, at least two shows a day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

The drama is roughly the same.

If someone said in the morning that someone's sister is smart, kind, dignified and polite, there would be a scene in the afternoon that her relatives and elders at home were greedy and shameless, and their methods were despicable.

If you praise someone's brothers and uncles in the morning for being hard-working and honest, you will mention that the wife at home is vicious and mean in the afternoon.

Chen Zhuo looked at Luo's frowning face and fell down happily "hahaha".

Luo looked at her hatefully, sneered, stretched out her fingers, pinched her ear and picked it up: "Little Monkey! I'm here to tell you something. Your aunt Gao seems to have come back to life. She just came to tell me that tomorrow, my sister-in-law and aunt will bring the ladies at home to see you!"

Chen Zhuo just grinned and shouted in pain to beg for mercy. When he heard this, he screamed: "Shenma?!"

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...

The next morning, indeed, before Maozheng, a woman with gold and silver was inserted into the villa with a beautiful girl like a flower twisted her waist and entered the villa.

Chen Zhuo was full of resentment: "Can't they let us finish breakfast at peace?"

Luo's movements of picking up chopsticks and picking up food were still smooth, and he didn't raise his eyelids: "Don't eat or speak, and he didn't sleep."

Sure enough, Miao's mother stopped the people with a smile and asked them to have a tea in the flower hall: "Mrs. and the lady are still having meals. The rules are not for guests at this time, and Yu Li is incompatible. Besides, Mrs. Gao said that you are here in the morning. It's too early to give you some snacks?"

When Luo took Chen Zhuo leisurely to finish his meal, clean his hands, drink tea, apply light powder and fat, tidy up his skirt and jacket, and instructed him: "Go, go to the flower hall."

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...

Zhang Yang stood at the gate of the Shen family courtyard, hesitated for a while, but still stepped forward: "Please tell the second lady that Zhang Yang, the teacher of Changxing Academy, came to pay his respects."

The disciple looked at him for a while, not sure whether to go in and report. Several people discussed it privately for a while, and said, "Teacher Zhang waited, and I will report to the wife of the minister."

Well, it’s not the second lady, but the wife of the minister, right.

Zhang Yang nodded, and in just a moment, a woman came to him with a strange look: "Sir Zhang, please follow me, and your wife and you will sit in there for a while."

With the matter in mind, Zhang Yang had no time to care about this woman's eyes and attitude, just walked in with a serious expression.

Before entering the second door, I heard the sounds inside, pretentious and various sounds, so lively!

Zhang Yang was slightly stunned: "Is this? Listening to the opera?"

The woman burst into laughter.

Aren't you listening to a play?

The lady and the lady just set up the stage and were listening to those people singing back and forth with great enthusiasm!

"Sister Zhang, please wait here. The wife and the lady are in the courtyard next door. Because some relatives of the tribe came to their home, they had to entertain them. Please forgive me for your forgiveness."

Zhang Yang frowned.

Relatives of tribesmen?

Have to entertain?

This is here to fight the autumn wind?!

Really...
Chapter completed!