The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 7 Missing
The servant girl didn't expect Fu Jia to point her finger, and was stunned for a while.

Fu Jia looked at her with a smile, the dimples on her lips were deep.

The maid in purple was in a trance for a moment.

Mrs. Anpinghou glanced at the purple-clothed maid, paused, and nodded in agreement.

Maybe it's God's will somewhere.

When Fu Jia left the pavilion, he took Qin Sang and Luzhi with him, and kept Qingsuo. At that time, Qingsuo was lost for a long time, crying and wanting to follow Fu Jia.

However, Qingsuo is relatively young, and Qingsuo's elder brother and family also went to Jian'anbo Mansion with Fu Jia as a dowry.

Qingsuo's mother is the dowry of Mrs. Anpinghou, and she has been faithfully accompanying her for many years. Her son's family has experienced with the housekeeper for many years, and they are specially trained for Fu Jia to bring him there when he is born.

The eldest daughter, Qing Dai, has served Mrs. Anping Hou since she was a child, and now she can't leave her for a moment. Mrs. Anping Hou couldn't bear to separate their family members, so she also advocated keeping the green locks.

Qingsuo has been depressed because Fu Jia didn't bring her there, and today she even heard that someone who looks like her own girl is going to enter the mansion, so she endured the grievance in her heart and came to see this person who wanted to replace her master.

Sure enough, it was all hypocrisy, deliberately trying to please Madam, Qingsuo thought angrily.

Until she followed Nanny Jiang to Qinghe Residence, where Fu Jia lived now, she still pouted and was unhappy.

She didn't know why the madam agreed to let her serve Fu Jia, she was their girl's man.

Now that the girl is gone, she refuses to let her serve this impostor.

However, before she had time to kneel down and ask Madam, the elder sister Qing Dai dragged her out of the room.

My sister said that as a servant, no matter what, the master's order should be the final wish at all times, and there should be no fuss.

Qingsuo was angry, gritted her teeth and turned her head away.

Hmph, isn't it just serving people? Yes, I can't help but look at this fake!

Qinghe Residence is a little far from Mrs. Anping Hou's residence, separated by a small garden.

In the spring season, the garden doesn’t look particularly beautiful. Small purple flowers emerge from a few clusters of February orchids in the corner, revealing the breath of spring.

A magnolia tree stands tall and graceful in the southwest corner of the garden, with flower buds vaguely visible.

When she was young, she saw several purple magnolias in the Cheng family. She was very envious of this magnolia, and begged her father to plant one for her too.

Unexpectedly, the next day her father brought back a bare tree trunk for her, and she still remembered only tears.

Later, when the white magnolia flowers swayed slightly in the wind, dazzling like crystals, Fu Jia was satisfied.

Walking gently to the magnolia tree, Fu Jia stretched out her hands to caress the trunk, and looked up at the pointed lotus buds, as if fascinated.

Although it has only been a year, it seems that the magnolia tree has become much stronger.

Behind her, Mother Jiang hesitated to speak.

Qingsuo curled her lips, stepped forward and sneered, and said: "I'm afraid the girl doesn't know this flower tree, so I can teach the girl that this is a magnolia tree, which was planted by Master Hou for our girl."

Fu Jia came back to her senses, she wasn't angry, she just smiled and said, "Qingsuo really knows a lot."

Qingsuo raised her head triumphantly: "Our girl taught it all!"

The pride in his tone didn't hide at all.

Fu Jia couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Qingsuo has always been a bit competitive. When she left the cabinet, she didn't take her with her because she was thinking about going to a strange place after all. If Qingsuo had something wrong, it would be better to stay in the Hou's mansion after all.

Now it seems that Qingsuo's temperament has become worse...

"What are you laughing at? Our girl is smart, gentle and kind. What do you know?"

Seeing Fu Jia laughing, Qingsuo became angry from embarrassment, and couldn't help but sarcastically.

"Blue lock!"

Without waiting for Fu Jia to speak out, Jiang Nanny immediately scolded.

"Qingsuo hasn't apologized to the girl yet, how can there be any reason to talk to the master like this!"

Mother Jiang is also a respected old man in the mansion, Qingsuo shut her mouth immediately, blushed, bowed her head and said: "Girl, this servant is wrong, I shouldn't be open-mouthed."

Jiang Nanny also quickly knelt down and apologized to Fu Jia: "Qingsuo has such a temperament, girl, don't take it wrong, I will punish her when I turn back."

No matter how dissatisfied Qingsuo was with Fu Jia, as a guest, Fu Jia shouldn't talk like this.

Besides, along the way, Mother Jiang has taken a different look at Fu Jia's behavior.

Moreover, she always felt that Fu Jia not only looked alike, but also acted very similar to a big girl.

Nanny Jiang couldn't bear Fu Jia's embarrassment by Qingsuo.

Of course, it was also to protect Qingsuo.

If Fu Jia went to sue for this, Madam would definitely punish Qingsuo, the rules of Anping Marquis Mansion are the strictest.

Seeing Mammy Jiang's nervous expression, Fu Jia smiled: "Mommy, Qingsuo is right, the eldest girl is really caring, pure, kind and filial, I admire her very much."

The woman's eyes were cool and pure, and there was no twitching in her words.

Nanny Jiang was relieved, and helped Fu Jia to go to Qinghe Residence.

Qingsuo followed behind resentfully, once again shocked by Fu Jia's cheekiness.

She didn't expect that the enemy was so cunning, she said it like that, and she didn't get angry.

It seemed that this Fu Jia was really planning to live in the mansion forever, and even came here with the idea of ​​replacing her own girl.

Qingheju, as the name suggests, has a pond full of lotus flowers in the yard. At this moment, the lotus leaves have not yet emerged, and the residual branches on the water surface have been cleaned up. The water in the pond is clear, and there are small fish swimming around.

Here, it is a little far from Caiwei Garden where she lives.

Fu Jia glanced in the direction of the Caiwei Garden, and stepped into the gate.

A row of whitewashed walls, a few green apricot plants are planted in the corner, the flowers are gradually blooming, and further inside, there are a few plantains in the corner, but the leaves have just turned green.

The most distinctive feature of this yard is the lotus pond and the scattered rockeries that you can see when you enter the door.

However, Fu Jia only took a glance at it from a distance, and then walked around.

No matter what Madam Anpinghou's entangled attitude towards Fu Jia is, she is not mean to Fu Jia in life.

Walking into the room, I saw a rosewood table by the window, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones on display. The faint fragrance of ink lingered at the tip of my nose. Fu Jia's eyes were sour, and she almost shed tears.

Turning the head, it was the dressing table of the daughter in the boudoir, on which there was a bronze mirror with rhombic flowers, beside it was a dressing box with red lacquer carved plum blossoms, and a sandalwood comb.

"Madam prepared this for the girl." Mother Jiang stepped forward and opened the dressing box.

There are gold and silver jewelry, large and small, and earrings, from small earrings to gold and jade heads.

Fu Jia's eyes were swollen, and a tear rolled from the corner of his eye.

Taking advantage of people not paying attention, Fu Jia hurriedly hid her tears and wiped away her tears to stabilize her mood.

Qingsuo followed behind, couldn't help but began to complain secretly again.

I've never seen the world before, so I'm dazzled by this little thing...

Pick up the bead curtain and enter the back room.

The freshly dried quilt still smells of sunshine, and the purple tassel curtain has hollowed-out and carved aromatherapy balls hanging on both sides.

Everywhere is exquisite and warm.

Although Fu Jia knew that this was the mother's way of hospitality, Fu Jia felt that this was prepared for her by her mother, and it was the earnest heart of her mother's missing daughter.

(End of this chapter)