Raise a wolf cub to be a minister

Chapter 151 Chapter 151, I have always protected the calf
Just at this moment, the servants brought tea and passed Song Guohui.

"My sister is really protecting Gu Xiuran. If you don't know, you think my sister is Gu Xiuran's sister?" Zhao Congxuan said sour words at this time, which is simply a sister who is jealous of her sister's kindness to others.

Didn't Nan Jin come to apologize to her?What does it mean to protect Gu Xiuran? Does she hate Gu Xiuran the most?

Zhao Qianhe greeted Feng Qingyue for tea.

"I have always protected the calf, that is my person, I must protect it, and it is not the first day my sister knows me." She is not going to put her mind on caring about her, but it does not mean that she will let her "What's more, isn't Gu Xiuran your elder brother, Xuan'er? Xuan'er, you are my younger sister, and I am slightly older than Gu Xiuran by more than a month, so it is not an exaggeration to say that I am Gu Xiuran's older sister."

Nan Jin's words really made it impossible for Zhao Congxuan to refute, so that Zhao Congxuan's happy mood because of Nan Jin's apology suddenly became depressed again, and her face darkened, obviously unhappy.

"Xuan'er is just too clingy to you, and can't tolerate others being nice to you. The nature of a child is also Xuan'er who puts you in his heart. Jin'er, don't take it too seriously." Seeing her daughter's face turn sour, Zhao Qianhe smiled Said such a round of circles.

It's not easy for Nan Jin to come and apologize. Today, this play can only be sung to this point. If Nan Jin is provoked, they will not be worth the loss. If there is any speech at that time, it will be detrimental to them, just like the previous one. The second time Nan Jin fell off the plum blossom pile, the loss outweighed the gain.

Of course, what she meant was not to forget it, but to forget it on the surface. As for what happened, I will see the truth in private.

"Jin'er has this problem. She has been very protective of her things since she was a child. Even a mother like me has nothing to do with it. There is really nothing she can do about it." Feng Qingyue opened her mouth at this time, with a look on her face She looked very helpless towards Nan Jin.

"Jin'er has a good temper. Xuan'er is young and ignorant, so she relies on Jin'er to take care of her."

"What my sister said, I see Xuan'er is sensible and obedient when I look at her."

The two mothers just praised each other's daughter back and forth, and the atmosphere suddenly became harmonious.

Nan Jin sat on one side drinking some tea and smiling from time to time, Zhao Congxuan was also happy with Feng Qingyue's praise, the atmosphere was harmonious for a while, it really seemed like a family who loved each other.

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Speaking of the Buddha, there is only one place in the entire Princess Palace, and that is the place where Song Guohui eats fast and recites Buddha on weekdays.

That is to say, the place where eating vegetarian food and reciting Buddha must pay attention to quietness, so this Buddhist hall was built in the relatively quiet northwest corner of the Princess's Mansion. It can be said to be extremely quiet. There is only one Buddhist hall surrounded by a large bamboo forest, and nothing else.

Gu Xiuran walked through the bamboo forest, pushed open the door of the Buddhist hall, and knelt down on the futon in front of the Buddha statue with a plop.

No matter how he walked when he came, or when he knelt down at this time, he did not hesitate at all, and this familiarity seemed to be not the first time.

Song Guohui followed closely behind Gu Xiuran, keeping a distance of six steps away from Gu Xiuran.

After Gu Xiuran knelt down on the futon in the Buddhist hall, Song Guohui just stepped into the Buddhist hall.

The Buddhist hall is not big, with an altar table in the middle, a Buddha statue on the table, an incense burner and offering food in front of the Buddha statue, and a kneeling futon under the table and a wooden fish used by Song Guohui to chant Buddhist scriptures in front of the futon on weekdays.

(End of this chapter)