Chapter 63 (2/2)

But Manager Gao was overthinking it She was doing this, not for fame, but for wealth

Jun Zhenzhen ht have possibly found a use for the faht now

In the end, she had failed to gain o, this was, after all, not such a splendid thought And that person had turned this trick into a sca of The people would not discuss it, and it all had ended

This was very good, really very good Very satisfactory

Liu'er did not question Young Miss' words further Since Young Miss did not care, she also would not care After letting go of this, she happily sat down and started to fiddle with her shadow puppet

Young Miss had done as she said Yesterday, she had brought her to see a shadow play at the Lantern Festival

Yesterday, the shadow play had told the story of a scholar and a village girl The scholar had been riding on his donkey when he ood looks, he deliberately bla his donkey to start a conversation

Liu'er hummed with her shadow puppet

”My bucket fell into the well, little sister knows , then suddenly paused She had suddenly thought of a problem

She turned to look at Miss Jun as sitting at the table, raising her brush in preparation to write

”Young Miss, was that person on the ? Don't you want to see who it was?” The little girl sighed ”I wonder what that person looks like”

How old are they? What do they look like ? What do they do?

Perhaps because she had listened to the play last night, but her mind was filled with questions

”I don't,” said Miss Jun, concentrating on writing one of her master's medical cases from memory

She really was not thinking about that person She did not feel like she had used a wicker basket to draater [2], nor was she annoyed or displeased because he had won her money

Miss Jun stopped her brush to look at Liu'er The feeling of being wronged for her young miss was plainly written on her face

”I don't like that person,” Miss Jun said with a smile

Of course, of course, she did not like them Liu'er nodded

”Not because he won my money, but because of they way he did it,” Miss Jun continued Coer Gao, and theirl the most

It was probably because when she first awoke fro little girl

People were strange They were very stubborn with their firsts

First ti a certain person first

She had only seen such happiness once in her life, so she would carry that glance with her forever

”They way he did it?” Liu'er tilted her head

”The way he did it was much too despicable,” Mis Jun said

She had set up that lantern to earn er Gao send only one person to watch over it After all, it was just money, that's all

She was still calm If no one won, that ive up the money She would not stop or pursue the one on the money

But the person who had won theanother person to disrupt the situation like that

She was playing in a bright open arena, but he was playing without confidence, suspiciously It truly was gauging the heart of a gentleman with one's own mean measure [3]

”I don't like this person,” she said again

Of course, that person's conduct was not coer Gao had sent people to chase after hi from a different perspective, it could be said that this person was cautious and prudent

But so what? She did not like it

Liking and disliking things were not related to the Old Heavenly Father's justice

What's more, she was a wo

”However, Lei Zhonglian, that person, I very like,” she said after thinking of so ”He's a very reliable person”

This Lantern Festival could not be said to be without gains She did not gain any money, but now she knew a reliable man Sometimes people were much more valuable than money From now on, she could use this person

So said, the Old Heavenly Father was still just

Miss Jun was very happy Likes and dislikes, happiness and unhappiness were very si to herself quietly

” seventeen servants this year…”

Young Miss had also enjoyed watching the shadow play yesterday Liu'er could not help but grin as she continued acting out the movements of the handsome scholar

” A bursting scab fro Brother…”

[1] Once said, a team of horses cannot unsay it: a promise is a promise

[2] Use a wicker basket to draater: do so in vain

[3] It truly was gauging the heart of a gentleman with one's own mean measure: it entleman