: Holding the big move without hiding my grandmother

On a summer night, the elderly Song Cijueqian was at the fifth day of the day, and he had already gotten up to wash up and chatted with the little maids.

"The lady is really the most beautiful and neat old lady I have ever seen." Xiaoman was lively and complimented with a smile.

Song Ci patted her face with the water soaked from roses and said with a smile: "I am so old, it's not neat and clean, and I'm full of old-fashioned taste. I'm afraid you all dislike it."

Xiaoman said: "You are not as old as you are, you are all fragrant."

Song Ci smiled slightly, how can it not be fragrant? She washed her face with fragrant pancreas and soaked her hands with fresh milk. After that, she also applied her face with flower water. It can be said that she is very good at tidying.

Every day when she gets up, she feels a sense of vanity that Empress Dowager Cixi is being served early.

Just think about it, someone will come to serve you, kowtow to you, comb you, and even brush your teeth and scrape your tongue, let alone daily skin care, and all the things you wash are all silver.

After finishing skin care and dressing neatly, I went to see people cleanly and refreshedly. From beginning to end, if she was happy, someone would be served throughout the whole process.

Isn't this worthy of vanity?

This is probably the case with the so-called life of a salted fish.

In fact, whenever she is like this, Song Ci is extremely glad that although she is dressed as an old lady, she is a rich old lady at least. Otherwise, where would she have such a good enjoyment?

Song Ci was coaxed to feel comfortable physically and mentally.

"Madam, the second young master is here to pay your respects to you." Madam Gong said with a smile.

Song Ci was a little surprised: "Zhao'er?"

She subconsciously looked at the ringing bell. It was less than five o'clock, so come here to pay tribute so early?

What kind of wind does this kid smoke?

She held Madam Gong's hand and walked out, and she saw Song Lingzhao standing outside the main room in a short brown dress.

When Song Lingzhao saw her, he knelt respectfully on the ground and kowtowed: "Zhaoer pays homage to his grandmother."

"Get up quickly." Song Ci said with a smile on her face, "I said Zhao'er, what trouble you are causing? Before it was dawn, I came to pay my respects to me. After that, what trouble did you cause? I asked my grandmother to take care of you."

Song Lingzhao walked over, helped her sit on the Arhat bed, and said, "The grandson did not cause trouble. It was just that the weather was hot. I was used to getting up early to practice martial arts. Seeing that the weather was good, I came to pay my respects to you after a while. I would go to pay my respects to my parents."

"I'm not in trouble?"

"No." Song Lingzhao said with a smile: "But grandmother, if your grandson gets into trouble in the future, you have to take care of me. I have accepted your love."

Song Ci smiled and poked his forehead: "As long as it is not something that harms the world and is inconsistent, I will respond to you."

Song Lingzhao rubbed her arm affectionately, smelled her scent, and said, "Grandma, you must live for a hundred years and be healthy, so that you can take care of me for a long time."

Song Ci was a little strange in her heart, and looked at her grandson who was taller than her, and said, "You are a little abnormal. I honestly explain that I was holding my ultimate move without hiding it, right?"

Song Lingzhao almost broke his defense and smiled more and more, saying, "You are old and keen. How dare you hold up any big moves under your nose? Wasn't that a big knife in front of Guan Gong?"

Song Ci twisted his ear and said, "No matter what you do, don't act on impulse. What my grandmother taught you is that even if it is not listened to, I calm down and think more. Do you know?"

Song Lingzhao muttered and nodded.
Chapter completed!