The splendid youth of the farm gate

Chapter 372 Mrs. Ye (5)
She... what did she do?
"Girl, here's the porridge for you."

Panting, Fengli ran over from the door, put the food box in her hand on the table with a bang, and turned around and asked, "Girl, look, five minutes is definitely useless!"

"Pineapple!" Qing Guo looked at Pineapple.

"Hey, girl, I'm sure the slave is not... Girl, why is your face so red?"

Looking at her girl whose face was blushing like a butt, Fengli asked in a daze.

Qingguo raised her hand to touch her hot face, pointed to the chair in front of her and said to Fengli, "Sit down, I have something to ask you."

"Oh." Fengli sat down in front of Qingguo, before Qingguo could speak, Fengli shouted "Oh": "Girl, did you remember your own affairs, that's why your face is so red!"

Uh!
Qing Guo pursed her dry mouth and asked, "I... what did I do?"

"Girl, what did you say?" Fengli stared at her big black eyes, and said to Qingguo, "Have you forgotten? You played the piano, you sang, Jiuye hugged you, all these things you forgot ?”

Uh!
Pineapple girl, in fact, your girl is still called Jiu Ye Tofu!It's a pity that you didn't watch it.Otherwise, with this reminder, your girl's expression will be richer!
"I... I play the piano? I sing brother? I... Master Jiu... Master Jiu, he hugged me?"

Qingguo's eyes are bigger and rounder than a pineapple's. If you dare to say "yes", I will stare your eyeballs off!
It's a pity that the first thing Aunt Zhuang taught Pineapple girl was to be honest with her master!Therefore, even though Biao entered the school to stare his eyes down, Fengli still nodded very simply, and said something loudly because he was afraid that his integrity would not be enough.

"Yeah, everyone saw it!"

Everyone saw it?

Qing Guo didn't care that her throat was as dry as a knife, she swallowed dry saliva again, and said to Fengli: "The master you are talking about, which master is it?"

Feng Li giggled, pointed her fingers and said, "Well, Aunt Zhuang, Sister Jinlian, Sister Honglian, Sister Cailian, and the servants in the garden, everyone has seen it."

Hey!
Qingguo held her head and howled like a wolf.

She doesn't have to be a human anymore!

How will she see people in the future!
"Girl, what's the matter with you?"

Fengli wanted to go up to check the green fruit, but Aunt Zhuang's voice sounded outside the door.

"Fengli, is the girl awake?"

"Yes, Aunt Zhuang."

Fengli hurriedly turned around and went out, welcoming Aunt Zhuang in.

When Aunt Zhuang saw the room, she saw that Qingguo covered her face, like an ostrich, with half of her head buried in her knees.It was funny, but also angrily shook his head, turned back and said Fengli.

"Go to sleep, girl, I'm here."

"Yes, Aunt Zhuang."

Fengli bowed her knees and stepped back.

Aunt Zhuang got up and went to the door, closed the door tightly, and then turned around and sat beside Qingguo.

"Okay, pineapple is gone, girl, don't be embarrassed anymore, just raise your head."

Qingguo shook his head.

Aunt Zhuang stretched out her hand to help Qingguo's head buried in her knees both funny and angry, and after a lot of effort, she pulled Qingguo up. When she saw the two bright red rouge on Qingguo's face, she "puchi" A laugh came out.

"You know you're shy now, but in the afternoon, why are you acting like a monkey?"

"Aunt Zhuang!" Qing Guo stomped her feet, "I'm drunk, I don't even know what I did!"

"Okay, okay, Aunt Zhuang knows." Aunt Zhuang smiled and stretched out her hand to push Qingguo to sit down, got up and opened the food box on the table, and said to Qingguo: "You are hungry, drink this bowl of porridge."

How can Qingguo have the heart to drink porridge now? She desperately wants to know what she did in the afternoon!He raised his hand and pushed the porridge bowl aside, and said to Aunt Zhuang: "Aunt Zhuang, Fengli said that I played the piano and sang brother in the afternoon, and... and..." I returned a few words, but I couldn't say that. The sentence "He still hugged me".

Aunt Zhuang smiled and said, "Master Jiu still hugged you, didn't he?"

Qingguo blushed, finally she didn't bury her head like an ostrich anymore!

"Aunt Zhuang, tell me, what have I done?"

Aunt Zhuang recited the tune that Qingguo played in the afternoon, and finally said softly: "I asked Jinlian, and Jinlian said that she didn't know what you played? As for what you sang, she has never heard of it."

Qingguo's blood-red face turned pale in an instant!
She...she actually sang "A Laugh From the Sea"!
Aunt Zhuang had a panoramic view of Qingguo's face, and after a moment of silence, she said softly: "Girl, I know that you are talented and intelligent, and you are different from many people, but..."

Qing Guo looked at Aunt Zhuang.

Aunt Zhuang said softly: "Thirty years ago, the Eighth Miss of the Nanyang County Marquis's Mansion was able to write at the age of three and martial arts at the age of five. "

Qingguo shook his head.

Aunt Zhuang raised the corners of her lips, with a sneering smile on her face, she said softly: "Ye Ming, the Marquis of Nanyang County, set fire to this eighth lady and burned her to death!"

"what!"

Qing Guo covered her mouth and looked at Aunt Zhuang in a daze.

Aunt Zhuang nodded, "That's right, it burned to death!"

Qingguo actually understands what Aunt Zhuang said. Isn't that eighth lady from Nanyang County Marquis Mansion also very talented?It's not surprising that you can write at the age of three and martial arts at the age of five.However, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are self-taught!Qingguo could tell right away that Miss Ba was from her hometown.Unfortunately……

"Girl, Aunt Zhuang doesn't know what to say to you," Aunt Zhuang looked at Qingguo lovingly, and said earnestly, "Girl, people often say that people need to know how to hide clumsiness, but similarly, a smart person must also know how to hide." Hiding, hiding her unparalleled wisdom, hiding her uniqueness!"

All the idle thoughts in Qingguo's mind that should have and shouldn't have disappeared at this moment, and there is only a deep fear.She looked at Aunt Zhuang, her eyes full of scrutiny and consideration.

Aunt Zhuang sighed, knowing that she was scaring Qingguo, but if she didn't remind her daughter now, what would she do if her daughter was regarded as Miss Eighth of Nanyang County Marquis Mansion?Even if she is willing to die for her own girl, can others agree?

"Aunt Zhuang, I..." Qing Guo thought for a while, wiped a smile that was uglier than crying, and said softly: "Aunt Zhuang, do you believe it? I always meet all kinds of people in my dreams. They Taught me a lot of things, such as opening a restaurant, such as building this garden..."

"Aunt Zhuang believes it, why doesn't Aunt Zhuang believe you?" Aunt Zhuang smiled and raised her hand to touch Qingguo's head, "But just because Aunt Zhuang believes it doesn't mean others believe it, girl, do you understand?"

(End of this chapter)