Miss Cousin is Always Busy

The wooden barrel is very wide, and two people don't have to be close together, but the gap in the middle is not very wide.

Luo Minghuan looked at the gentleman's book who was in the steam on the opposite side, her black hair made her fair skin even more, and her face was tinged with a faint red.

Luo Minghuan then remembered his previous description of the gentleman's book, and now that description is more specific, the whole person is like a soft and cute little Lantern Festival that can be eaten at any time.

Luo Minghuan wanted to pinch a gentleman's book, but he hesitated and didn't move.

"Sir, let me wipe your back."

The water waves moved forward following the movements of the gentleman's book, Luo Minghuan felt a warm body pressing against her body, something soft was pressing against her, she knew what it was as soon as she thought about it.

Luo Minghuan's face blushed quietly, telling herself not to read the gentleman's book.

Although she didn't know why she was ashamed, her breathing became a little faster unconsciously.

Gentleman's book seemed to be much more comfortable, he took a cloth towel and wiped it on Luo Minghuan's body.

Luo Minghuan had no choice but to raise his hand to support her, and then retracted his hand. The slippery skin under his hand seemed to be able to burn her palm, but he was a little at a loss.

"Sir, you can wipe it for me too."

Gentleman Shu put the cloth towel in the water, turned his back, and pushed his hair to the front, exposing his smooth back.

"Master."

The girl's voice was sweet and soft, and she called out again coquettishly.

Luo Minghuan raised his eyebrows slightly, and picked up the cloth towel.

That's right, the little idiot calls her husband, she is her husband, and it is natural for husband and wife to get close, so there is nothing to be shy about.

Luo Minghuan wiped the gentleman's book on his back, turned around and faced Luo Minghuan.

The atmosphere was inadvertently ambiguous. After the two of them finished cleaning and lay down on the bed, the inadvertently touching feeling disappeared.

Luo Minghuan embraced his dumpling and closed his eyes.

Something seems to have changed, and nothing seems to have changed.

The next day the mansion was bustling again, because Second Aunt and Miss Nine died.

The outsiders all sighed, the young master of the Luo Mansion died of illness only a few days ago, and not long after the first seven days, the concubine and the young lady were also bitten to death by poisonous snakes.

As for why there is a poisonous snake in the mansion, and it so happens to be in the concubine's room and the lady's room, that would be weird.

Everyone guessed and guessed, after all, people are dead, people die like a lamp goes out, and others can't control their family affairs.

Luo Mansion hung up the white cloth again, and clothed the mourning hall.

No one knelt down, and in the end it was the Sixth Young Master who knelt down all night.

The gentleman's book was led by Luo Minghuan, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was very dull.

Everyone looked at their own bowls and chopsticks, and occasionally someone quietly glanced at Luo Minghuan.

Some servants don't know, Madam Luo and other concubines can't know.

Including the fact that Second Aunt let the snake bite the gentleman's book, they also know it clearly.

What shocked them was that Luo Minghuan was so bold that he directly killed Second Concubine and Miss Nine.

What's even more shocking is the indifference shown by Master Luo.

Jun Zishu eats obediently, and occasionally takes a look at them during the meal, and probably knows what these people think.

They probably thought that the fate of people with the same status as the Second Madam and Miss Nine was their fate, and the lives of those servants, including her, were not their fate.

Junzishu's eyelashes trembled slightly, covering up the deep thought inside, and when he raised his head again, he still looked dazed.

Luo Minghuan's appearance remained the same as before, without any change.

If one has to say that something has changed, it is that Luo Minghuan is more interested in Junzishu, and from time to time puts a chopstick of Junzishu's favorite dish in her bowl, and feeds Junzishu to her heart's content.

After eating, Master Luo called Luo Minghuan to the study, and Jun Zishu followed Ruyun back to the yard.

On the way, she passed Luo Ziqi, and after Luo Ziqi overtook her, she stood still in front of her.

She looked at Junzi's book with complicated eyes, as if hesitating to speak.

"Are you going to go? But go and get out of the way."

Jun Zishu didn't understand what she wanted to do, but she got in the way.

"you……"

Luo Ziqi didn't understand, was this little fool really important to Luo Minghuan?

Would Luo Minghuan really kill anyone who wanted to harm her?

Is Luo Minghuan crazy?

Even though they had hoped that Luo Minghuan would die sooner, they never thought of taking action.

Now Luo Minghuan can't die, but if Luo Minghuan can kill the Second Aunt's side without any scruples today, maybe he will be able to attack them tomorrow?

No... no... her mother is Mrs. Luo, how can she compare with a concubine's room.

"What do you want to say?"

Jun Zishu looked puzzled, and looked at Luo Ziqi inexplicably.

Patience is really not good when she is a fool, especially if the other party is someone who doesn't want to talk to her.

"What are you... Forget it, it's okay."

Luo Ziqi waved his sleeves and left with the maid.

She actually wanted to ask, how did the gentleman's book win Luo Minghuan's favor.

Luo Minghuan was cold-hearted, as if he didn't care about anyone.

Jun Zishu pouted at Luo Ziqi's back, unable to see through, she continued walking towards her yard.

Master Luo looked even more tired this time. He stood in the study and walked up and down.

"Ming Huan, you've gone too far this time."

"I've already said that if they don't have any thoughts that they shouldn't have, then I won't do it either."

Luo Minghuan said coldly, a little impatient, as if he was dissatisfied with repeating such words for himself.

Master Luo sat on the chair and looked at Luo Minghuan with extremely strange and complicated eyes.

All things are a thread, blended into a complex ball of threads, which seem to be somewhat unrelated, but there are innumerable relationships among them.

"Ming Huan, are you completely tired of this family?"

Luo Minghuan didn't speak, but clenched his fist with the hand hanging by his side.

"Your mother really taught you well."

Master Luo said something with emotion, the emotions in his eyes were complicated and difficult to distinguish.

"You are not allowed to mention my mother."

Luo Minghuan gritted her teeth, and spit out those words word by word from between her lips, as if she hated her so much.

Master Luo smiled amused by her appearance, and shook his head helplessly.

"Ming Huan, you don't plan on being sympathetic at all?"

"Everyone is responsible for the wrong things they have done, and there is no escape."

Luo Minghuan suppressed all his emotions again, with a little pain between his brows.

They don't look like father and daughter, nor are they enemies. It's a more difficult relationship between the two.

Luo Minghuan wanted to kill him, but he hesitated in his heart.

She doesn't pay much attention to killing those concubines, younger brothers and sisters. In her opinion, Ruyun's life is much more important than theirs.

But patricide... she...

"Yeah, everyone has to be responsible."

The smile on Master Luo's face deepened, which made people feel very weird.

"They have been with you for nearly ten years, don't you feel sad at all?"

Luo Minghuan stared at Master Luo's expression, and asked softly.

"In the past, your mother welcomed the person back, and I fulfilled her wish. Now, you killed the person, and I also fulfilled your wish. What do you want from me?"

Master Luo seemed a little funny to say, revealing a little indifference.

"You are really heartless."

"Are you affectionate?"

"At least more than you have."

"I have never killed someone so decisively as you, and you are still above me."

Master Luo said ironically that he felt a sense of powerlessness when he looked at his daughter who was the most beloved and capable but also hated him the most.

The conversation broke up unhappy, Master Luo finally did not criticize, let alone punish Luo Minghuan, and even sent some high-quality medicinal materials to Luo Minghuan.

With her behavior, the hearts of those in the backyard went cold.

"Mother, how could father let her go like this!"

Luo Ziqi walked around the room in disbelief.

It was none other than Second Aunt and her child who died.

"Be quiet, don't provoke her in the future, run to your father more, and get your father's favor."

Mrs. Luo took a sip of tea, frowned and said to Luo Ziqi seriously.

"understood."

Luo Ziqi pursed her lips, and her younger brother nodded too.

"Just study hard and strive to be able to learn business with your father as soon as possible."

Mrs. Luo rubbed her son's head, pinning all her expectations on her.

"Mom, I still don't understand."

Luo Ziqi stomped her feet and squeezed her embroidered handkerchief tightly.

"There's something I don't understand. She is the daughter of the dead man, and she has such an outstanding business talent. If she was a man...not to mention this, if she was in good health, this family would have been hers long ago." Forget it, what's so strange about your father letting her go?"

"But... Dad doesn't care about Second Aunt at all?"

"Men are always fickle."

"What about you, mother, dad always cares about you, dad always loves you the most, after that person left, he set you up right."

Luo Ziqi asked persistently, quite confident in her answer to this question.

Mrs. Luo just showed a half-smile expression, holding a teacup, revealing an unfathomable feeling.

Seeing her mother like this, Luo Ziqi knew she couldn't ask.

Junzishu knows all these things, but he doesn't care.

She was still pretending to be stupid on the surface, but she pestered Luo Minghuan day by day, quietly waiting for an opportunity.

On the eighth day of December, Xiaoxue.

This day is the memorial day of Luo Minghuan's mother.

Luo Minghuan was wearing a fox fur cloak, and dressed up the gentleman's book very warmly.

"Sir, where are we going?"

"Go see my mother."

Gentleman Book nodded ignorantly, half understanding.

Luo Minghuan wore a red cloak which was rare, which made her complexion whiter.

"Will Xianggong's mother like me?"

"Yes, Yuanyuan is so cute, she will definitely like you."

Luo Minghuan held up the umbrella with a smile, and walked forward little by little while holding the gentleman's book.

The wind and snow fluttered all over the sky, and Ruyun followed behind with an umbrella and a box.

The three of them left a series of footprints on the ground, which was very obvious on the white land.