As the hour approached, the sound of firecrackers outside became louder and louder, but it contrasted sharply with the silence inside the house.

Bu leisurely coughed, breaking the current atmosphere, are you feeling better?

Well. He didn't look up, he flipped through a page.

Do you want...... Going outside to see the fireworks? Step leisurely and inexplicably nervous.

Chu Jinyu raised his head, met Bu Ran's leisurely gaze, paused for a while, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, okay.

Bu leisurely let go, and a smile spread all over his face.

……

The sound of firecrackers outside gradually reached its peak, and the gorgeous flowers were spraying into the sky, ** is coming......

Step leisurely turn your head, the new year is coming, what do you want to achieve?

He smiled faintly and shook his head.

After a long time, he asked softly, what wish did you just make?

Bu smiled leisurely, seeing that he was still looking at the bright night sky, guessing that he was just asking casually, and couldn't help but joke, his wish would be broken if he said it, or was it ...... Do you want to help me make my wish come true?

Let's hear it! Unlike Bu Youran, his words were not like a joke, and he answered so seriously and sincerely.

The smile on the corner of Bu Youran's mouth retracted, she had just secretly promised in her heart that he would kill less in the future, and it was better not to kill that Tong Zilong.

Chu Jinyu looked at her intently, as if she wanted to see through her heart.

Bu Youran was a little flustered, I don't know why every time I was so nervous by his gaze, she deliberately avoided his gaze, I hope to have a big house in the capital, no longer a slave, I want to have endless money, it is best to count the money until my hands cramp, and there will be many people to serve me, pinch my shoulders and beat my back, and I will eat all the delicacies in the world...... Step leisurely said nonsense.

Chu Jinyu's good-looking peach blossom eyes completed an arc and did not speak again.

Bu Youran couldn't help but sneer in his heart, look, when he heard that he needed a lot of money, he wilted, and what did he say that his wishes would be fulfilled? Hum! The lion opens his mouth!

Before he finished his abdomen, he heard a burst of laughter like a silver bell coming from the door, Jin Yu, Jin Yu, look at it...... Song Yiling and Xiaoqing both had a large handful of fireworks in their hands, burning fiercely, and the two of them quickly ran towards Chu Jinyu and them, followed by Song Yifan, who also smiled.

This girl has to trouble you, I said let you have a good rest, but she didn't do it. Song Yifan seems to be abandoning responsibility.

Song Yiling looked excited, such a beautiful flower, it was a pity that Jinyu didn't look at it.

Song Yifan couldn't help pouting, who disliked the fireworks sent by Wanjin a few days ago? Say that people have nothing to do?

It's a good day, can you not mention him? Song Yiling glared at Song Yifan, turned around and took out a few more fireworks from Xiao Qing's hand, Brother Jinyu, Sister Bu, come on, let's take a little each, this flower is beautiful to burn!

Bu leisurely looked at the flowers that were shoehorned into his hands, smiled a little helplessly, turned his head and glanced at Chu Jinyu, he didn't think that he didn't refute, he turned his arm holding the fireworks with infinite cooperation......

Frankly, ahem, this picture is a bit inconsistent......

Oh, oh, it's New Year...... Song Yiling shouted while running, it's the New Year......

The entire courtyard was covered with the sound of her and Xiaoqing's laughter.

It's so lively......

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On the first day of the new year, according to the custom of the Song Dynasty, the New Year is worshipped.

Mrs. Song and Song Shangshu sat on a high chair at the front, and in the middle was a table of eight immortals, and on the table were lucky bags filled with silver.

The two little guys in Song Yifan's courtyard quickly walked to Mrs. Song and Master Song, knelt down, kowtowed on the cushion in front of their knees, and said with a smile, I wish the old lady happiness like the East China Sea and longevity than Nanshan!

After saying that, there was a burst of laughter around.

The two little guys looked around suspiciously, puzzled.

The two of you, Song Yifan was helpless, he laughed and said, the greeting is said when celebrating the birthday, and the New Year should say Happy New Year.

The little guy blushed and couldn't help but be surprised.

That's it, that's it, it's not wrong to wish us a good life in the New Year, and I like to hear these greetings when I'm old. Mrs. Song glanced at Master Song with a smile, and the two tacitly picked up two red envelopes from the table and handed them to the two.

The two little guys hurriedly kowtowed, Mrs. Xie, Master Xie.

Next, Xiaoqing also bowed to the New Year, but only the rest was leisurely.

Is there anyone else who hasn't worshipped? Mrs. Song looked at the three remaining lucky bags on the table.

Song Yiling urged her steps leisurely with her eyes, step sister, hurry up.

Bu leisurely stepped forward under the gaze of everyone, and as soon as he knelt down, he heard Mrs. Song say with a smile, there is a surplus of lucky bags today, count your luck as a girl, if you say it well, the rest of these lucky bags will belong to you.

All the subordinates present were boiling, and they were afraid that they would regret why they didn't pay their respects to the New Year later, and secretly envied their leisurely good luck.

Song Yiping, who just came back this morning, stood on the left side of Mrs. Song, he raised his arm to signal the big guys to be quiet, do you think my mother's lucky bag is so easy to take? It's impossible to take an extra one or two without any real skills!

These words, although Song Yiping said with a smile, but the content is not false at all, Mrs. Song, as the lady in charge of the Song Mansion, is not so easy to fool, looking at the strict rules in the house, you can see her methods of governing the house, and Bu Youran has indeed learned once.

To say that Bu Youran doesn't want to take more lucky bags, it is naturally a lie. It's just that...... Bu Youran is afraid that if he really says it, he won't even get a lucky bag, what can he do?

Aunt Step? Xiaoqing didn't know that she had whispered to her several times.

Bu leisurely frowned, raised his head, the slave and maid wished the old man and Mrs., smooth sailing, double dragons playing with pearls; Sanyang Kaitai, four seasons of wealth; Five blessings are coming, six are six Shun; Seven stars hold the moon, eight spring breezes; Nine luck is the head, perfect. The slave and maid are here to the old lady and worship... New... Year... Phew! The front was almost said in one breath, and the last four words were deliberately long.

As soon as the words were finished, the audience was stunned, but soon under Song Yiping's good, a burst of warm applause broke out.

Mrs. Song smiled and squinted, she looked at the leisurely steps, this is the first time I have heard such a greeting, and it is also very interesting, that is...... It's kind of like a folk juggler...... You girl is really a ghost, no wonder the third girl treats you so much, and has asked me to give you a salary increase several times.

Mother, don't talk about these things first, do you think you can be satisfied with this greeting? Song Yiping asked.

It's fresh, and it's satisfying.

Are you satisfied, why don't you hurry up and send the lucky bag? Don't give in, the girl is staring at it.

After saying that, Mrs. Song and Song Shangshu looked at each other helplessly and smiled, it seems that if I don't give you this girl's lucky bag today, the first one who will not let me go is my eldest son...... Just take it. As he spoke, he gave all the lucky bags on the table to Bu Youran.

Bu leisurely kowtowed again and again, and was just about to get up, Song Shangshu, who had been silent, actually asked, I heard the third girl call you sister just now, and Xiaoqing called you aunt again, how old are you this year?

Bu was stunned for a while, but he didn't think that Master Song's heart was quite fine.

It stands to reason that it was extremely impolite to ask a woman about her age in ancient times, just like in modern times. It's just that Bu Youran feels that there is nothing to hide, age, it's just a number, just like a name, just a title.

Daddy, you......

Without waiting for Song Yifan to stop him, he replied leisurely and generously, the slave is twenty-seven this year.