"Miss Nie."

The weak voice of the child servant came from under the lamp.

"I can't sleep, so I'll go for a walk in the yard."

"yes."

The little boy was eleven years old and was sentenced to the sect of the sect.

More than a month ago, Li Zhi highly praised Su Dawei and gave the mansion in the East City, along with a group of criminals' children, all of which were given to the Su family with a stroke of his pen.

The little boy servant in front of him entered the Su Mansion that time.

Seeing the mistress Nie Su walking out of the room, the little servant on duty rubbed his confused eyes and quickly stepped forward to pay tribute.

Follow Nie Su and walked to the yard.

In winter, the night is cold.

All the grass in the yard are withered, but only one peach tree sprouts new branches, which looks quite special.

When the little boy saw Nie Su walking under the moon, he pointed at the peach tree with some cleverness: "Miss Nie, I heard that this peach tree was moved from the old house? In winter, other flowers and plants have all faded, but this tree actually sprouted new buds in the winter moon. Everyone in the house said that this tree has been cultivated into spirit."

Nie Su turned around and glanced at the little servant, his mouth slightly raised, and he said with a smile, "Don't talk nonsense."

Nie Su is now married to a woman and is already past his innocent age.

But her expression and temperament are still like a girl, with every frown and smile, full of spirituality.

A pair of eyes like a deer, looking around, extremely clear.

The little boy stuck out his tongue.

I saw Nie Su moving his lotus steps lightly, walking to the peach tree, reaching out to touch the trunk, as if he was recalling the memory.

"This tree has been in our Su family for more than ten years. I was wrong about Brother A's meaning. I was tired of it and it bloomed in the winter months, but was blamed by Brother A. This time, I moved to a new house and couldn't bear to leave it there, so I moved it over together."

As he said that, Nie Su gently caressed Taoshu: "Brother Tao, I know your feelings. I am happy that our Su family has a new home, but you don't have to make things too difficult for yourself."

The little boy servant thought to himself: His mistress is good at everything, but sometimes she looks like a child and actually talks to a peach tree. Can it understand? If she understands it, she will become a monster.

The little boy servant himself is still a child, but he regards Nie Su as a child, which is quite a funny thing in itself.

His thought came out.

I saw the peach tree that Nie Su was touching, and the branches were stretched and dancing, making rustling sounds.

The shadows of trees under the moon rise and fall, as if nodding.

"ah!"

The little servant's face was so scared that he pale. He then covered his mouth with a scream, his eyes wide open.

Looking at the peach tree, it grows as thick as a man hugging it, and looks really thick and unrespicable.

Moreover, new branches bloom in the winter moon and you can understand Nie Nie's words.

Could this tree really become a monster?

The little boy remembered the stories he heard from the subordinates in the mansion. He had a nose and eyes, and he almost became scared for a moment.

"how?"

Nie Su took back his hand and looked at him suspiciously.

"Miss Nie, this tree..."

The little boy said, but found the peach tree standing there quietly.

There was nothing unusual.

Alas, it seems like I was dazzled just now?

Is it blown by the wind?

The little servant was not sure for a moment.

I stared at the peach tree and looked at it again and again. Except for the fact that the tree was thicker, it also made it more weird when spitting out new branches in winter, and I couldn't see anything else.

Maybe...is it really dazzled?

Nie Su's eyes turned, as if he had thought of something, he waved to him and said, "Tomorrow, you tell the kitchen to buy more ginger."

"Why?"

"Brother and mother love to eat."

"Here!"

The little boy was busy imitating the adults and saluted solemnly, saying that he had written it down.

"Okay, there's nothing you have to do here, you can go back first."

"Miss Nie, this tree..."

"Be good, be obedient."

Nie Su reached out and touched his head, his eyes suddenly moved, and he turned his head to look in one direction.

The sight crossed the peach tree, the high wall, and the front yard study room.

So late, there are still customers?

...

Snatch!

The sound of a light knock on the door was extremely subtle in the wind.

It's like a black cat Xiaoyu scratching the door with her claws at night.

One by one, it scratches the heart.

Su Dawei sat upright in the house and said, "As a guest arrives, please come in."

A flash of fingers, an arc of electric slashed across.

The whale oil lamp in the corner of the house was lit.

The study door creaked softly, and a crack was cracked.

I saw the black fog surging.

It seemed that some foreign object was frightened by Su Dawei's power and did not dare to enter for the moment.

After a moment of silence, a voice said, "I have met Su Langjun."

"Daolao?"

Su Dawei frowned slightly: "Where is the Lord of Yingmao?"

"Star Lord...he..."

As soon as Dao Lao's voice came out, another hoarse and gloomy voice overwhelmed him: "Get back."

"yes."

The black fog churned, quietly shrank.

There was one more person in front of the study door.

The light of the whale oil lamp hits this person's body and face.

It can be clearly seen that this is an old man with a gloomy face.

Salted skin, wrinkles on the forehead and face.

The hair was tied with a copper hairpin, without any confusion.

A pair of vertical pupils were in their eyes, shining red.

It is the King of Yingmao who has not seen for many days.

Su Dawei and him, one inside the house and the other outside the door, did not speak for a while.

After a moment.

"I am coming."

"It shouldn't have come."

"Some words must be made clear."

“Okay.”

Su Dawei's eyes were filled with complex emotions, and fell on the face of Yingmao Xingjun.

He pointed at the seat at his desk: "Uncle Gui, come in and talk."

Yingmao Xingjun's eyes flashed, he nodded, and stepped into the game in one step.

Su Dawei noticed that his waist seemed to be bent even more.

The wrinkles on his face and the white hair on his temples all indicate that he has become older.
To be continued...