Housekeeper of Qian Mansion
by Ye Xuesong
About This Novel
Before I was twelve years old, I was happy. I have a name that sounds very unpleasant: Lao Dazao. I don't know why my parents gave me such a weird name, but when my mother told me that even the Lord of Hell couldn't catch me with this name, I gradually fell in love with it. Hehe, I am not in the book of life and death of the Lord of Hell. I can live a long life! In the deep winter of Kanto, the water is thin, the mountains are cold, and the snow is white. It is at sunrise, and the sun is warm, reflecting the snowy fields into five-color dazzling light strips. It shines warmly on the snow beside the Daliao River. From a distance, it looks like a huge and beautiful ink painting. Although I am a servant's child, my favorite is ink painting. I even dream of becoming a painting master and being able to paint the scenes I like as I please.
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