[There will be more tomorrow. 】
Sun House, West Cross Courtyard.
Xing Xiuyan sat sideways in front of the dressing table with the mercury mirror, first used a plain hairpin to wrap her hair full of blue silk, then scanned the bottles and jars on the table and hesitated for a while, and finally did not touch the rouge gouache, only used tea for a while. Comb your sideburns with oil.
As simple as that, she was about to get up from the round stool.
"Auntie!"
Seeing this, the personal maid next to him was a little anxious, and blurted out to persuade: "I didn't say it last night, Aunt Ruan is the only one, and no one in our house can get past her, but today you are always the same. It's time to fight..."
What she said was hers, but Xing Xiuyan didn't seem to hear it, so she got up and went out on her own.
The maid was boring, pouting and stomping her feet, but she could only chase out angrily.
The two masters and servants went out of the outer room and turned directly down the corridor to the Xiangling House in the east.
Since Xing Xiuyan married Rusun's mansion, the two have lived together in this western courtyard.
Just waiting for Xing Xiuyan to enter the room, only to see Xiang Ling wearing a small coat, staring at the rouge gouache and head and face jewelry on a table in anguish.
Xing Xiuyan has been married to the Sun family for more than half a year. She has always been seen as easy-going, generous, and dispensable. Now, such a frowning and contemplative appearance is really rare, so she couldn't help laughing.
"ah!"
Xiang Ling jumped up in half astonishment, and folded the front of her little jacket with both hands, complaining without a word: "Sister's surprise almost scared everyone to death!"
Complaining here, I swept Xing Xiuyan up and down, and saw that she looked more sober than usual from head to toe, I couldn't help but reminded again: "Sister, Master has been running around for half a year, and it's so easy to come back. In the capital, we... we should... we should..."
Although she was reminding her intentionally, she was not the master who used to deal with people with sex, and she knew that Xing Xiuyan was soft on the outside and tough on the inside, but she was actually arrogant and tight in her bones.
Xing Xiuyan smiled slightly, and stepped forward to choose a few pieces of jewelry, while writing on Xiangling's head, she said, "It is a happy event for the second master to return to Beijing, but now the concubine is newly mourned, and the eldest wife has gone to the palace again. Zhong Shou Xiao, if we dress up beautifully, I'm afraid it won't be suitable."
The reason is such a reason, but Xiangling always felt that the reason why Xing Xiuyan was reluctant to dress up carefully was not because of taboos.
…
But they said that the two of them packed up, led Qingwen and other maids, and hurried to the main hall of the second room.
As soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard the sky roaring under the corridor of the west wing, but it was Sun Chengyi who was leading his sister and cousin, chasing and laughing in the corridor.
The two little ones were just fine. They were just holding the wooden swords wrapped in fine velvet and running back and forth in the corridor.
Sun Chengyi, who was already four and a half years old, was running up and down like a skin monkey, turning over the railings and climbing rocks to drill into the flowerbed.
Pomegranate was hurriedly jumping to the side, when she caught a glimpse of Xing Xiuyan coming in from outside, she was overjoyed and rushed forward with three steps and two steps.
"Concubine Xing is here! Look at the commotion of eldest brother, if you are arguing with the second master..."
Xing Xiuyan gave a calm look, took a few steps and coughed heavily.
"cough!"
Sun Chengyi, who was joking, froze for a moment, and when he turned around, his face was full of apprehension.
He regularly took a few steps forward and bowed in a proper manner: "Hello, Aunt Xing."
At the beginning, Ruan Rong wanted to give her son to Xiangling for enlightenment, but how could Xiangling be so soft-hearted to live with this skin monkey
Later, Xing Xiuyan married into the Sun Mansion, and her knowledge was higher than that of Xiangling, so the job fell to her.
After more than half a year, he really put a spell on this leather monkey - even in front of Ruan Rong, he has never been so well-behaved.
However, Xing Xiuyan nodded slightly, and then her face sank again: "Why didn't you send me yesterday's homework?"
"This… "
Sun Chengyi hesitated in his mouth, but his eyes were swaying and rolling. After a while, he settled in the east room of the main room, and said, "Daddy just came back yesterday, I..."
"Your father also likes children who do their homework seriously."
But Xing Xiuyan saw through his mind long ago, and immediately blocked his mouth.
No choice, the little guy had to say goodbye to his younger siblings, and went to the study with Pomegranate dejected.
After dealing with this little episode, Xing Xiuyan and Xiang Ling entered the main room of the main room.
"Sure enough, you are here."
As soon as I entered the door, I heard Ruan Rong laugh: "Except Sister Xing, no one in our family can hold back that skin monkey!"
Xing Xiuyan smiled slightly, but Xiangling next to her couldn't hold her breath.
"Where!"
Ruan Rong spread her hands: "Mostly, I'm tired from the road, and I'm still lying on the bed right now."
Second Sister You next to her smiled and covered her mouth with a handkerchief: "It's not necessarily that I was tired on the road. Last night, Xiaobiesheng was newlywed..."
"Let's go!"
Ruan Rong gave her a half-truth and gave her a wink immediately.
Furong immediately took the little maid and took out a few makeup boxes from the west room and spread them out on the table.
"Come and see, this is what the master brought back from the southern border - I asked him yesterday, and he didn't have a serious assignment. If anyone has a closed eye, just take it back."
Everyone gathered around and saw the gold and silver jewelry in the makeup box. Judging by the style, most of them were brought back from Qianxiang Country.
Others were still pushing, but Second Sister You already had her eyes glowing, her mouth was polite, but her hands were already rummaging one by one.
Seeing her like this, other people have nothing to do with each other, picking up that sweet style and looking at it.
"what?"
At this moment, Second Sister You suddenly let out a low voice, and then she took out a quick handkerchief from a makeup box and spread it out in front of everyone suspiciously.
I saw some faint bloodstains printed on the plain handkerchief.
"This… "
Everyone looked at each other for a long while, and finally Ruan Rong sighed first, and said sourly: "Okay, it's good that people don't bring it back. I've been wandering outside for more than half a year, so I can't point at the father and don't touch it at all, right?"
Saying so, but guarding the thing that seems to be falling red, everyone talks and laughs again, always showing a three-point reluctance.
Among them, Ping'er was the most prominent, and his eyes fell on the handkerchief from time to time.
wow~
After about a quarter of an hour, the bead curtain was heard, and Sun Shaozong came out of the room with his clothes disheveled. At that moment, all Yingying and Yanyan hurriedly abandoned the gold and silver, and the stars holding the moon came up to them.
Ruan Rong was one step behind the others, but she grabbed the handkerchief and threw it into Sun Shaozong's arms, jokingly said, "This is the darling of the Lord, don't let us lose it."
Sun Shaozong saw the handkerchief, which had just landed on the official hat chair, but jumped up abruptly, but then softened back, and said lazily, "You can eat the flying vinegar that is thousands of miles away—hurry up. , let someone put breakfast on it, and I will go to the Prince's Mansion later."
Seeing that he didn't want to go into details, Ruan Rong also went down the slope and didn't ask about it.
On the one hand, he ordered Furong to go to the small kitchen to spread the word, and on the other hand, he asked Ping'er to take Sun Shaozong's clothes, and all the sisters helped him put it on.
When everything was tidy up, seven bowls and eight dishes were placed on the table.
Sun Shaozong sat down on the main seat, took the ivory chopsticks from Ruan Rong's hand, and gently poked the table upside down, and then the girls took their seats.
After he moved his chopsticks first, everyone picked up the food and stacked it on his cups and plates.
Xing Xiuyan was the only one who didn't do anything, and asked with half of her cherry lips, "Did you just say that you are going to the Prince's Mansion? Where... where is Rongguo Mansion..."
Hearing her mention the Rongguo Mansion, all the girls stopped.
They have a deep or shallow relationship with the Rongguo Mansion. Seeing that the Jia family is about to face disaster, it is absolutely false to say that they are not concerned.
Under everyone's attention, Sun Shaozong unhurriedly smashed a piece of sweet and sour pork loin, before opening his mouth after a long while: "I thought my trip was the icing on the cake, but I never thought it was a gift in the snow."
After saying this, there is no more text.
The girls looked at each other for a long while, Xing Xiu cigarette butt suddenly came to her senses, her eyes flashed, and her palms clasped together: "Amitabha, this is really the blessing of the Buddha."
Hearing what she said, Ping'er next to him also recalled it immediately. First, he was delighted, then turned pale, and blurted out, "So, Napa..."
After only uttering a few words, she hurriedly swallowed it back, like a pheasant with its neck strangled.
"Even what happened?"
Ruan Rong asked suspiciously, "What the hell is going on, you guys made it clear?!"
Ping'er suppressed the frenzy in her heart and forced a smile: "The second master is saying that now that the country of Qianxiang has been settled, the court will not be cruel in the eyes of the three girls."
It was only then that the girls suddenly realized that they could not help but sigh that the luck and fortune of the Rongguo Mansion depended on each other.
But Ping'er was silent again, tossing and turning in his heart, always pondering one thing:
The red-stained handkerchief seemed to be a close-fitting object of the three girls!