The story of Meng Yong began on a rainy summer eight years ago.
At that time, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old. She spent the summer in Yongzhou with her family, and stayed in Mengfu's mansion in Yongzhou. At that time, the Meng family was not a big traitor who was famous for his power and power, but an ordinary royal merchant.
Meng Yong is self-righteous, and his temperament is all submissive. This **** sat under the porch and watched the pouring rain slide down the eaves.
"Why is my sister sitting here again?" Meng Yong's maid, Min, came out of the house and saw Meng Yong sitting in the porch, with a trace of impatience in her eyes: "When the lady sees it, she asks you again, with a trace of impatience in her eyes. The slaves were also punished."
Meng Yong stood up silently. She raised her eyes to look at Min, the maid dressed in gold and silver, and opened her mouth to ask her to say something, but in the end there was nothing, and she turned her head and went into the room.
"Sister," After a while, Meng Yong's other maid, Lu, entered. Her skirt was full of splashes of rain and mud, and Lu wiped the water droplets on her forehead: "The servant has cleaned up the backyard."
Just happened to be heard by Min, she couldn't help but sneer: "No one lives in the backyard, what are you doing with it? You want to ask for credit in front of my sister, and don't use your strength where it should be used."
Green is a character who won't fight, she saw Meng Yong shaking her head at her, so she kept silent.
Meng Yong said lightly: "I told her to clean it up, because my father and mother haven't come to this house for a long time. I saw that the backyard had been abandoned for a long time, so I asked Lu to clean it up as a resting place. Usually the elder brother and the second elder brother are tired. You can also sit in the pavilion in the backyard for a while, and it is beneficial to both."
Meng Yong spoke up, but Min also pouted and said nothing.
Min has always looked down on her master, feeling that she is weak and incompetent, and not smart at all. It's like cleaning up the backyard. Who do you clean up for? The lady and the master don't care, what's the use of her acting alone? Look at the maids in the house of the eldest young master and the second young master, who are doing better than her, but the maids next to her sister are not as good as anyone else.
Thinking of this, Min felt a burst of anger and ran out on his own.
No one saw Meng Yong's face behind the book, showing an indescribable joy and expectation.
It was night, and the rain not only did not change, but instead became more and more violent.
The violent storm beat on the window lattice, but it did not affect the people in the house.
There is a mahogany couch in front of the window, and the couch is covered with brocade and cloud satin. In the center is a low table with eight immortals, with seasonal fruits such as bergamot, loquat, and tangerine.
****** just leaned on the couch, wearing only a home-made dark red blouse embellished with water and embellished with jade, her skin was radiant than snow, her eyebrows and cheeks were curved, and her delicate bun was meticulously combed. A phoenix stride is inserted obliquely at the tail, and the end is graceful and luxurious, charming and moving. At this time, ****** looked at her daughter who was sitting beside him, and there was no liking in his eyes.
After all, she thinks that her life is luxurious, but she gave birth to such an unsatisfactory daughter, so humble and cowardly that it doesn't seem like she crawled out of her stomach.
****** The more I thought about it, the more impatient I became, so I just gently rubbed the rim of the cup with the lid and looked at the tea leaves in the water casually.
"What on earth do you think? Is it better not to marry for the rest of your life? Look at your playmate Liu Lingyun, who has climbed the ranks of Marquis Yingwu, and Mrs. Liu comes to me every day to show off. I wish the whole Yongzhou knew about her Liu family. A Mrs. Hou came out. What about you? Meng Yong, you came out for your mother, can't you repay every bit?"
Meng Yong bowed his head, and only promised: "My mother is, but the Liu Da you asked me to marry is really a vulgar person. There are countless wives and concubines in the family, and my daughter was only the eighteenth concubine in the past. Life must be difficult, even with you and your father."
****** was in a hurry: "You!" Immediately after thinking about it, it was the same reason, and sighed: "Then who are you thinking of marrying?"
Meng Yong lowered his head and said nothing.
****** persuaded bitterly: "Yong'er, you are about to be sixteen years old. A girl as old as you has long been a mother, and you are still at home now, you don't look down on this, and that is not the case. Don't want to marry. Do you want to delay until the end and become the laughing stock of Quan Yongzhou? Be an old girl who will be married forever?"
Meng Yong lowered her head and said nothing, no matter how persuaded by the ******, even if it was coercion or inducement, she would not speak anymore. ****** Familiar with his daughter's temperament, know that although she is usually cowardly, she is easy to come to the point of death.
Seeing that there was no way, ****** held her forehead and waved her to step back.
Meng Yong was waiting for this moment, she got up quickly and pointedly pointed to the red bean cake on the table next to Mrs. Command: "Mother, I have been studying late at night, and I am always hungry. Can you bring your red bean cake daughter? Go back some more?"
****** The phoenix eyes swept away, and she became a little sullen: "I don't want to get married, but I want to read. What's the use of reading so many poems and books?" The cake was wrapped, and Meng Yong took the red bean cake and left quickly.
Meng Yong withdrew contentedly, shook his head and sighed: "My daughter, I am afraid that instead of helping our Meng family in the future, she will be a drag."
After Meng Yong returned to the room, he asked the two maids to retreat together.
"Tonight is windy and rainy. I want to rest early. You two can go to the side room and rest, and you don't have to wait in front of you anymore."
Green hesitated: "If there is no one around my sister..."
Min turned her head and went out first, not forgetting to sneer: "Since my sister is gone, you don't need to keep anyone, why are you still hesitating here."
After the two of them left, Meng Yong dressed up for himself lightly. She took a photo near the water, saw the crescent moon on her eyebrows, and the water cut her pupils. A few flower petals were sprinkled in the water basin, reflecting the abundant water waves, showing a dazzling splendor. Meng Yong seemed to be thinking of someone, and the waves in his eyes were even more intense. She picked up some water and patted her tender face. The reflection in the water spread out with the ripples, making the pair of black jade-like eyes that were always hanging down even more agile at this time.
Meng Yong's hands are very clever, even if she doesn't need the help of a maid, she can tie her three thousand ink hairs into a flower. I saw that she had twisted her hair into the shape of several petals, and then fixed it with a hosta. There was also a white stamen in the ink-colored petals on the hosta. Wearing a long skirt of light blue water and clouds with cherry blossoms, a jade belt is tied around the waist, which is more and more complimenting, and the waist is slender.
Meng Yong dressed properly, and finally glanced in the mirror.
Her skin was as white as snow, her eyes were as clear as jade, her demeanor was noble and glamorous, and she was bright but not vulgar.
She pursed her lips in satisfaction.
In the book, the woman is the one who pleases herself, and she only learned today that what her predecessors were telling her was true.
Meng Yong waited until it was late at night before quietly pushing the door out, holding a bamboo umbrella, and walking towards the long-abandoned backyard.
The backyard of the Meng Mansion has been abandoned for a long time, because few people from the Meng family come to live in this mansion. The reason why I live here this time is nothing more than a sudden thought that my family still has this house in Yongzhou. It happened that they planned to go north to Beijing, so they wanted to stay in Yongzhou and wait until the summer passed, just in time to escape the heat.
The Meng family has a small population, and the master of the Meng family did not bring his wives and concubines out. So this time, only Meng Lang, Mrs. Leng and Meng Yong lived in this house. Since the backyard was abandoned for a long time, no one thought about taking care of it. It won't last long anyway, this house will be sold after the fall.
When they first came in, the backyard was already full of dead branches and leaves because it had been left unattended for a long time. The abandoned pond in the yard is also full of withered lotuses. In the quiet backyard where only the sound of rain can be heard, only the sound of Meng Yong stepping quietly across the puddle.
She walked across the corridor to an abandoned room, looked left and right, pushed the door and walked in.
"Ziyong, you're here." The boy's voice came from inside, Meng Yong heard it, and his footsteps became brisk.
She put the basket on the table, walked inside, and looked at the boy in white leaning on the couch, smiling quietly in her direction. It's just that the boy's eyes are wrapped in a layer of black cloth.
Ziyong was the name she lied to the boy, the boy's name... Zhou Xing.
Meng Yong took out the red bean cake and put it in his palm, Zhou Xing picked it up and tasted it, then smiled slowly: "Red beans are born in the southern country, and a few branches will come in spring."
Meng Yong was overjoyed, she knew that Zhou Xing understood her thoughts.
So he slowly wrote in Zhou Xing's palm: Just like it.
Zhou Xing shook his head and smiled slowly: "The two of us, one can't see, the other can't. But you are very fragrant today. Did your sister allow you to come out?"
Meng Yong felt guilty for a while, and only wrote in his palm: You ask my sister, are you treating her...
Before she finished writing, Zhou Xing held her in one hand: "Do you think I rarely mention her? I just think when she will let you free so that you can come to me. Just like this red bean cake, do you take it seriously? Thought I was craving this sweet tooth…”
Zhou walked, and gradually approached Meng Yong. Meng Yong stared, and when Zhou Xing kissed her lips, she hadn't reacted.
The combined happiness of the first sixteen years of her life is not as good as the joy brought to Meng Yong at this moment, and her sweetheart is right in front of her eyes. At this time, she had forgotten all the rules and regulations she had learned, and just wanted to immerse herself in the **** and let herself sink, even if it was only for a brief moment.
After some cloud and rain, Meng Yong shrank in Zhou Xing's arms, listening to the wind and rain outside the window, but the interior was as warm as a spring day. Zhou Xing hugged her lovingly: "Ziyong, why do you have such a name as a woman?"
Meng Yong was stunned for a while, not knowing how to explain it, so he pretended not to understand and said nothing.
"When I return to the capital, I will send someone to pick you up." Zhou Xing put a tight kiss on her forehead and gave a distant promise.
Meng Yong hesitated for a moment, and finally wrote a word: good.