闪乐

"Slaves, let the kitchen prepare breakfast."

Qing He heard the words, hurried out, and ordered the little maid to bring clean water, and wait for the young lady to wash and make up.

After Lin Qingluo finished washing, she sat in front of the dressing table, straightened her back, and looked through the mirror indifferently watching the little maid skillfully twist the hair on the top of her head into a hairpin and tie it with an elegant headband.

The image of the little prince combing his sister's hair involuntarily appeared in his mind, with a gentle smile on his lips.

Seeing that the little maid had combed her hair, she got up calmly, stepped out of the threshold, came to the flowerbed in the yard, took out the bamboo flute, and performed a set of sword skills as she wished.

The slender and beautiful figure is as elegant as the wind, and the whole set of movements is flowing and flowing, extremely chic.

The little maid who was sweeping the courtyard couldn't help but stop and watch, with little stars shining in her eyes, she couldn't help gesticulating with the broom.

"Giggle."

The clumsy appearance made everyone laugh.

"Miss, breakfast is ready and you can eat."

Qing He led someone over from the kitchen, carrying two trays.

"good."

After Lin Qingluo completed the whole set of movements, without blushing or panting, she agreed with a smile, put away the bamboo flute, and walked back to the wing.

"Wow, the lady is so handsome. Watching the lady's morning exercise every morning is a kind of visual enjoyment."

The sweeping maid covered her heart, suppressing her excitement, and watched the lady go back to the house.

"If only I could have the skills of a young lady."

"You, dream, practice with a broom, you won't be able to practice in a hundred years."

The little maid who was carrying the washbasin to pour water curled her lips in disdain and hit her unceremoniously.

"Next time I will practice with sticks."

The sweeping maid was not convinced.

"You can't do it with a fire stick."

Another little maid came out from the wing room and laughed at her.

"Hmph! I'm ignoring you."

The maidservant's cheeks flushed red, she ran away angrily holding the broom.

"That little girl, what's her name?"

In the wing room, Lin Qingluo frowned when she heard the noise of the little maids.

"Purple Bamboo."

Qing He heard it too, with a playful smile on her brows.

"Purple bamboo?"

Lin Qingluo raised her eyebrows lightly: "This name is quite special, like a boy's name."

Qing He put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and smiled jokingly: "She has a wild temper and doesn't learn the rules well. named a boy and asked her to clean the yard."

"oh?"

Lin Qingluo sat down at the dinner table, a little surprised: "Since you don't learn the rules well, how can you enter the Duke's Mansion?"

"She is the son of a family in the mansion. Both her father and mother work in the mansion. Her father is the old man's confidant and works in Qiushuangju."

Qing He knew the bottom line: "His mother is Mrs. Lin's companion. They are a very shrewd couple. Whoever wants to raise a daughter who is not good enough can't even learn the rules well."

"oh."

Lin Qingluo understood, no wonder she was able to enter Luoxue Residence, it turned out that her parents had the ability to squeeze it in on purpose.

"That little girl is called Zizhu, right? From tomorrow onwards, let her serve you closely. Her temperament is quite in line with Miss Ben's wishes."

"Kangdang."

The spoon Qing He handed over fell on the table.

The big maid stared in disbelief, and her face turned pale with fright: "Miss, forgive me, Qing He will go and change a spoon for you."

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