"Master National Teacher, another letter from the Capital Office."
The concierge Xiao Zhao came over and presented the sandalwood box from the capital to Cui Wang.
The lord of his family has always been mysterious, but since he came back from the Shanglin Banquet a while ago, he has never covered his face. In Xiao Zhao's view, the lord is a living bodhisattva and god with the dignity of treasure, who can compare with ordinary people
But if you don't care about it, you can't flog him and resign from his family. Now that his family is good-natured and his luck has changed again, you can't stop expressing your emoji, right
This noble lady of the Zheng family has a thick skin too.
Xiao Zhao looked at the master of the country and put the sandalwood box back into the sleeve with a faint "huh", and sent him away respectfully with lowered eyebrows as before.
If he hadn't known that the adults of his family had the habit of standing idle in the atrium for a while every day, Xiao Zhao would have mistakenly thought that the adults were here specially waiting for the letter from the Zheng family.
Cui Wang returned to Shuyuan.
He closed his eyes and practiced for a while, but this mortal world is too turbid, it is really not a place for cultivation, even the lightning strike tree in the plum garden, the little thunder intent left after he refined it is not suitable for cultivation.
Cui Wang then opened his eyes again.
The sun slanted to the west, and hit the heavy sandalwood table, leaving a golden shadow. His eyes fell on the delicate and compact sandalwood box that was shrouded in shadow, square and square, and a hibiscus was carved on it.
Cui Wang opened it.
Inside the box lay a letter of peach blossom paper, with a touch of white powder, just like the peach blossoms just blooming in March. When the paper was opened, there was still a scent of peach blossoms, and it could be seen that it was done with care.
"Seeing letters is like meeting:
How is Mr. Cui? It rained heavily last night, and when I woke up this morning, a piece of begonia bloomed in the courtyard, and I gave a branch to my husband. "
Sure enough, Cui Wang took out a crabapple from the box.
Probably due to the bumps on the road, the bright red crabapple petals were a little wilted, half withered. He casually inserted the skewer into a blue and white porcelain vase on the ancient shelf.
"Aye Chaohui passed by Shun'an Building when he came back. He brought Wanniang gold shredded naan cakes and a pot of excellent pear flower white. The pear flower white is clear and sweet, and the taste is very delicious. It's a pity that Mr. Cui is not at the house, otherwise Wan Mother will invite Mr. Cui to have a cup.
Miss Wan was idle and bored, so she hit a sword spike, Mr. Cui looked to see if he was still happy
The next day is the birthday of Rong Yiting, Aye finally agreed to let Wan Niang go to Yanchun Garden to attend the banquet, but unfortunately there have been a lot of things in the house recently, Wan Niang has not made new clothes yet... "
A piece of paper rambling is all about my daughter's troubles.
Cui Wang put the letterhead into a purple-green box that was neither gold nor silver in front of it. There was a faint five-turn rune circulating on the box, and there was already a stack of the same letterhead in the box.
"Xiao Wangwang, why don't you use this indestructible red wooden box to store Lao Shizi's love letter? Violent waste! Violent waste!"
"The old ancestor left the customs again?"
"Your wife, grandpa, if I like retreat, I will retreat, and if I like to leave, I will leave. What does it matter to you?" The old man in black with a round face and white beard jumped in the sea of Cui Wangzhi, "That day you were like a lost dog. After escaping from someone’s mansion, the waves here are turbulent, and your ancestors and I are almost wet, what should I do to make you feel so excited, so it turns out that I have a crush on my young lady!”
"It makes you look like a monk who eats vegetarian food and prays to Buddha all day long, hum!"
"Hey, talk!"
"Tell me, how can you make someone so infatuated with your virtue that you can't beat a fart with ten sticks, and write you love letters every day with your cold face? I see, don't need a few God, if you continue like this, people should empathize with each other."
"The ancestors think she... is sincere?"
Cui Wang's eyes were gloomy, and he looked out of the window with his hands behind his back. There was a piece of bare branches that hadn't been drawn yet.
"Ten points! One hundred points! It's really drought to death, waterlogging to death. If you want my ancestors to have your face, the harem will go from one to ten thousand seas! And everyone will be determined." The ancestor touched Touching his own face, he said resentfully, "It's a pity that I have a baby face, and the younger sisters regard me as my younger brother... It's even worse if I die."
"Huh?" Just as the ancestor was about to describe the "bleakness" of the past, he suddenly cried out in surprise, stared into the sea of consciousness for a long time before describing it strangely, "I have to study it carefully."
After all, the old ancestor who was yelling not to get his clothes wet just now rushed into the sea of consciousness and escaped directly under the surface of the water, and did not come up for a long time.
Cui Wang flicked his sleeves and closed the red wooden box.
sincere…
Someone's sigh passed through the wind, and after a while, it dissipated again.
——
On Rong Yiting's birthday, Zheng Wan got up early.
The birthday banquet was held in Yanchun Garden, which was only a moment away from Zheng's residence, so she was in no hurry to go, and carefully dressed up with rouge in front of the mirror.
"Little lady, do you still want to paint the plum blossoms today? You showed off so much at the Lin Banquet, and now all the noble girls in Beijing like to place plum blossoms between their eyebrows."
"No need."
Zheng Wan shook her head, the first time she saw Cui Wang, she wanted to make a grand appearance, so she put on a plum blossom tin and wore a cloud brocade skirt, but today she was going to pretend to be that delicate and weak girl, so she was not as good as last time.
"Today is the birthday of Pavilion Master Rong Yi, so don't be too sharp to steal the limelight from the master, it will only make him unhappy."
Zheng Wan only cleaned her face, and carefully applied cream on her face, neck, and hands. She also chose a light lip balm, and when she applied it, her lips were very pale, with no blood at all.
"You are like this, it seems that you have a serious illness."
Rouge wanted to order some face powder for her to buy new water rouge to make her look better.
Suo Dai vaguely sensed the little lady's thoughts, and stopped Rouge, "Isn't the little lady suffering from a serious illness? Why bother to swell your face to pretend to be fat, it's fine like this."
It's her birthday, and it's not easy to dress too plainly, so I chose a peach-pink palace gauze, a chest-length underskirt, with a peach pattern around the skirt, and the cold spring, and the others are already dressed in light gauze, Zheng Wan is still wearing a tea-white cloak , the neckline of the cloak is surrounded by fine fluffy neckline, which makes that small face even whiter.
"Adorned like this, the little lady looks more and more elegant."
Rouge grunted, seeing that the little lady and Su Dai were silent, she gave up.
Zheng Wan picked and picked among the hairpins, but she didn't pick the bloodstone hairpin. She thought, since Cui Wang didn't ask, she didn't mention it, and just left this "transition" vague.
"Let's go."
This time, Mrs. Wang and Zheng Wan were in the same car, and soon they arrived outside Yanchun Garden. The nurse next to the Eldest Princess was waiting outside, and greeted them together.
"It's Muxiu today, and the sage said that it's rare for our pavilion master to do something big, so he specially sent the prince over to celebrate his birthday with the pavilion master. Now a group of young people are in Liluoyuan, and Wan Niang doesn't have to be with our gang. If you are old, go find your sisters to play tricks on yourself."
The Eldest Princess gave Zheng Wan a wink and let her take care of herself.
Zheng Wan thanked the Eldest Princess for her sympathy, chatted with her mother a few words, then led Su Dai, and was taken to Liluoyuan by the little maid who led the way.
"Is the master of the country coming?"
She asked on the way, with an earnest expression on her face.
"I haven't heard the news of the National Teacher's arrival." The little maid probably also heard the recent rumors in Beijing, and not only admired the "courage" of the noble daughter of the Zheng family, but also pitied her situation where she had nowhere to put her infatuation.
So what about noble girls, there are things you can't get.
"But the crown prince, King Jin, His Highness King Huai are all here, here, they are playing with the pavilion master and the county master in the pavilion."
Zheng Wan looked up, and sure enough, on the Lijia Pavilion behind the flowing water rockery behind the moon gate, a group of young ladies were playing with each other. The buds of the white pear can be exposed, and there is only a piece of fresh green.
"Miss Wan! Come here!"
Today's birthday star Rong Yi, Ting Master, was so stubborn that she blushed, she saw a beautiful woman coming from a distance, she took a closer look, it was really her, and hurriedly raised her hand to call her over.
On the Delijia Pavilion, Zheng Wan took off the cloak and handed it to Su Dai. Everyone saw that she was almost too weak. Even though she was wearing a palace pink gauze, her face was still pale and bloodless, and she had lost a lot of weight. It seemed that the pair of swarthy eyes were getting bigger.
The little lady of the Zheng family has always been high-spirited, when has she ever shown timidity in front of outsiders
Such a weak, slender, pitiful appearance made everyone believe the rumors very much. Most of the ladies are happy in their hearts, but the feelings in the hearts of the sons are not the same. The arrogant beauty has always been daunting, but now this beauty is frustrated, showing such a cowardly and weak appearance, which makes people feel more itchy .
Rong Qin was naturally unceremonious.
On the stone boat that day, Master Guoshi revealed his true face, which young lady in the boudoir was not in love with her, she looked like that, even if she didn't have that great supernatural power, she would still be willing to marry, but she was so naive An ordinary person actually has a special regard for Zheng Wan—seeing that her high-rise building is about to collapse, who would have thought that another Baizhang Tianzhu would come to sit and lie down for her
Therefore, when he heard the news that Zheng Wan had offended Master Guoshi to death during his healing period, refused to come to the door, and didn't even reply to a single expression letter, Rong Qin ate an extra bowl of rice that night.
"Ms. Wan, your health is so bad, why don't you stay in the mansion to recuperate? After all, there is no national teacher to heal your injuries now." Rong Qin looked concerned.
Zheng Wan opened her big eyes, she was sad at first, but soon regained her spirits, "Master Rong Yi's birthday, I don't want to be absent."
"Beautiful day, you—"
Mrs. Jiang San always hits wherever Rong Qin points her finger at, "—who doesn't know that you, Wan Niang of the Zheng family, have withdrawn two marriages in a row, and the pavilion master hasn't discussed marriage yet. Do you want to pass bad luck on to her by coming like this? "
The second lady Liu looked at the prince's face, and quickly smoothed things over:
"Don't talk like that, nine out of ten unsatisfactory things in life, Miss Zheng is only recently..."
"Yeah, I finally climbed a big Buddha, and offended people with my bad temper, don't I have to regret it?"
Zheng Wan counted number one, number two, and number three in her heart, and told herself not to care, she came here just to let Cui Wang, who had lost his consciousness, take a look at her current situation.
A weak and timid woman, this weakness and cowardice is her weapon.
The sons wanted to chime in and say a few words, but this matter was just gossip between women, so there was no room for it.
"The master of the country is here."
At this moment, the steward of Liluoyuan came to report in a hurry, with sweat still dripping from his forehead, a snow-colored figure had already appeared on the path.
Big sleeves and broad robe, blue hair like waterfall, he seemed to come in a snowstorm, but when the wind and snow touched Zheng Wan's face, it was soft and warm.
She rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly. Ah, you bet right again.