"Cousin, you and your young master cousin will live in Haitang Garden from now on. Although this yard is small, it is actually clean and elegant. There are also many crabapples planted in the yard. It is August now, and the crabapple flowers are still in full bloom. This yard is really beautiful. .”
The maid who spoke was named Zhijin, and she was the dowry maid beside Zhou Baolu, the third wife of the Marquis of Wu'an. She has thick eyebrows and big eyes, a mouth full of witty words, a cheerful and neat temperament, and the way she walks and behaves exudes the confidence and calmness of a big maid.
The brocade wears a lotus-colored cross-collar gown and an aqua-green underskirt. A green belt is used to tie up the narrow waist, and the skirt stretches straight to the upper part of the shoes. She has a thin and slender figure, so wearing this dress does not look gaudy, but instead makes her whole person stable and reliable.
There is also a gold-plated butterfly hairpin on her head. Although it is gold-plated, the craftsmanship is excellent, and it shines brightly when the sun shines on it. The hairpin is also inlaid with a few small rice beads, which glow warmly and brightly in the sun.
This is far more impressive and wealthy than the big girls from ordinary families.
From servant to master, I think my cousin's life in Wu'anhou Mansion was also very easy.
These thoughts flashed through his mind instantly, and Sang Nianyue's gentle and demure face showed gratitude. Her voice is hoarse, but her speaking posture is calm and soothing, which makes people feel that her words are sincere and touching. "This yard is very good. I'm sorry for bothering my cousin. I also need to trouble my sister to thank my cousin on my behalf. When my condition improves here, I can go talk to my cousin to comfort my cousin's homesickness."
Zhijin responded politely, "My cousin is not in good health, so it is prudent to take good care of her health first. As for the rest, we have a long time ahead."
While saying polite words, Zhijin's eyes remained calm as he looked at the cousin in front of him from head to toe again.
The cousin of the Sang family is always a beauty. She has an oval face, peach blossom eyes, red lips and white teeth, and her skin is as white as jade.
The finishing touch was her pair of peach blossom eyes, which were supposed to be charming, sentimental, romantic and delicate, making her husband dislike her at first glance. The cousin of the Ke Sang family has a bookish air about her. She grew up in a bookstore, and her eyes are clean, transparent and exceptionally expressive. She looks at you with clear eyes, without saying a word, making you feel calm, peaceful and demure.
People are still as good as before.
Although Crow Crow's hair has been styled into a woman's bun, her body is also very weak. Fatigue, haggardness and sadness were still brewing between his brows and eyes, the circles under his eyes were blue and black, and his fair face was even more flushed with the redness of a high fever. But this did not diminish her beauty at all, but made her even more charming and sentimental. Perhaps the high fever was really irritating, but the cousin's peach blossom eyes were filled with blurred light, and there was a trace of charm between her brows and eyes, which was actually bright and moving, with a unique and shocking charm that made people's hearts palpitate.
Zhi Jin was fascinated by it, and suddenly heard a slight cough, and saw the cousin turning sideways and coughing again while covering her handkerchief.
Su Jin, the eldest maid next to her cousin, hurriedly patted her on the back. Young master Cousin obviously had a childish face and only reached her chest, but he looked at her warily and came over to block her sight. He even glared at her, seeming to blame her for looking directly at her sister, that look was too disrespectful.
Zhijin felt uncomfortable being glared at by her young cousin, but she came here on a mission. If she didn't remember her cousin's tragic situation clearly, she wouldn't be able to explain it when the lady asked her later.
Do you want to say that my cousin is miserable?
It's really miserable.
After being married for four years without giving birth to a son or a half, she managed to get her husband to be elected. However, a few days after being happy, the man fell face down and passed out due to drunkenness on his way home from a banquet. It was also bad luck. It happened to rain in autumn in those few days, and there was three or four finger-deep sewage accumulated in that place. By chance, the Juren Master had his whole face buried in it, so that by the time the servants found him, he would have been long gone. Dead.
The cousin became a widow in this way.
She was already miserable enough, but her mother-in-law had nowhere to vent her grief at the loss of her son, blaming all the reasons on her. She was said to be a pest, saying that she had killed her father and mother, not to mention her, and now she had even killed her husband.
The cousin girl was angered and chastised by her mother-in-law, and her life was miserable.
Among the cousin's maids, there was one named Du Juan, who had always had a good relationship with her. Du Juan also wrote to ask for help. She told her wife about the matter, but she said that it was not the time yet.
At that time, Jin Zhi thought it was Madam's excuse. After all, what was the true relationship between Madam and her cousin? How did the cousin "rob" Madam's childhood bride, and how did she marry into the Wang family? No one knows all this better than her, the personal maid.
It is precisely because of this that Zhijin is glad that her daughter did not marry into the Wang family and does not have to bear the reputation of being a widow and being bullied by her mother-in-law; on the other hand, she feels pity for her cousin, thinking that she is a master, but now her life is better than that of servants like them. It is pitiful and pitiful for human maids to still suffer.
Maybe it was this feeling of compassion that caused the trouble, maybe it was because he had done evil before, and he felt guilty and short of breath when facing Sang Nianyue. After Zhijin explained the matter carefully, he left in a hurry.
Another maid, Su Xin, helped Sang Nuoyue into the yard and whispered softly, "The brocade head has been raised to the sky. I really married my cousin into a good family, and also followed the chickens and dogs to heaven."
Su Jin said in a deep voice, "Walls have ears. Su Xin, remember, don't say what you shouldn't say, and don't bring trouble to the girl."
Su Xin reluctantly shut up, but she still had complaints in her heart, so she told Sang Nuanyue, "Girl, my cousin invited us to the Marquis' Mansion. I don't know what her motives are. She is not a good person. How can a girl end up like this?" Even if my cousin is not the culprit, she still has dirt on her hands."
Sang Qingyue was still young and couldn't understand some words, but he felt that his cousin was not a good person. At this moment, he couldn't help but grab his sister's hand, his clear eyes full of panic and worry.
Sang Ningyue weakly patted Su Xin's hand, and held her brother's cold little hand in her palm, whispering to comfort them, "Don't worry, I know everything in my heart, and I won't be harmed by others inexplicably again." She said. Her voice became even more hoarse. She spent all her energy in speaking a simple sentence, and in the end only the sound of breath remained.
Su Xin couldn't help but say, "Girl, please don't speak for now. Please take your time. We won't speak until you feel better."
Su Xin's eyes were red.
My girl is gentle and kind, and has never done a bad thing, but her life is miserable. Since the death of my wife, life has become more and more difficult every day. God is really short-sighted.
If you want to say that Sang Nianyue's experience has been rough, anyone you know will probably answer with two words -
"Bumpy."
Her parents passed away when she was young, so she had no choice but to take her younger brother to live with her uncle.
In terms of title, this uncle is his biological uncle, but fundamentally speaking, he is just a cousin.
To put it simply, Sang Nianyue's grandfather, Mr. Zhou, had a difficult life and only had one daughter in his life, who was Sang Nianyue's mother. She originally wanted to find a wife for her daughter, but Sang's mother was weak in nature and could not support the family at all. Mr. Zhou had no choice but to choose a good son-in-law for his daughter to marry.
When Mr. Zhou was exhausted, he relented under the persuasion of his clan members and adopted his brother's son as his heir.
However, Mr. Zhou gave 50% of his family property to his daughter, which made his clan members unhappy, his brothers dissatisfied, and his heirs dissatisfied. This laid the foundation for Sang Nianyue's troubled life after she went to live with her uncle's family.
The uncle is a biological uncle in terms of patriarchal ethics, and Zhou Baolu is Sang Nianyue's biological cousin.
It's a pity that Zhou's father has a grudge in his heart, and Zhou's mother's eyes are too high. Under the education of her mother, Zhou Baolu could only look up and never down. The two cousins were very close to each other when they were in the boudoir, and they had nothing to say when they met.
When she accidentally "stole" her cousin's marriage that she had planned since she was a child, Zhou's father became furious, Zhou's mother became angry, and the relationship between the cousins became even more subtle.
Fortunately, my cousin is "generous" and doesn't argue with her. He also tried his best to persuade Zhou's father and Zhou's mother to get rid of the matter.
Sang Nianyue knew that something was strange and strange, but Zhou's father and Zhou's mother pretended not to notice. However, she was weak and her many attempts to defend herself were useless. In order to save herself and her brother, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit the matter.
But since then, Sang Nianyue has been wary of her cousin. If she didn't live under the same roof, she really couldn't escape, otherwise she would like to avoid her.
Sang Nianyue avoided her cousin like a snake and a scorpion, and really didn't want to have anything to do with her.
But the situation is stronger than the people.
Although she knew that her cousin invited her to visit this time, it was definitely not because she was homesick as she said in her letter, and the sisters talked about old times to relieve their homesickness. But Sang Nianyue, who had no way to go, had to hold on to this life-saving rope and took the opportunity to escape from the Wang family.
Sang Nuanyue's mind was spinning, and in the blink of an eye she had entered the main room with the support of Su Xin and her younger brother.
The room was poorly cleaned, and there was a dusty smell in the room that had not been ventilated for a long time. There are even signs of cobwebs on the roof. A big spider is lying comfortably in the middle of the web, quietly waiting for prey to come to the door.
It feels like a creature hurts its kind.
How does this look like her?
Knowing clearly that Zhou Baolu had evil intentions, he invited her to his house to find out what he had planned. But in order to have a brief chance to breathe, she still rushed in without hesitation.
Sang Nuanyue held her breath and tried hard to suppress the desire to cough. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were moist, as if there was a pool of spring water in them. Seeing the pain on her face, Su Jin quickly opened the windows of the room for ventilation.
She has such a good nature as Su Jin, and seeing the scene in this guest house, she couldn't help but scold her in her heart.
I’ve never seen anyone killed like this!
However, to prevent her words from hurting the girl's face, Su Jin tried her best to explain: Don't be angry! With such a scene in the room, either Zhou Baolu was treating them badly - how could she get on the stage if she was so petty? If it had nothing to do with Zhou Baolu and was just a perfunctory job by the maids, that would be better. If the superiors do good things, the inferiors must follow them; if the superiors do evil things, the inferiors must follow them. Doesn't this just mean that Zhou Baolu has no face in the Wu'an Hou Mansion, and even if he marries into a high family, he is not valued by others?
This is great news.
Even if they are implicated by this, they are not afraid. The involvement was only temporary, but Zhou Baolu's hard days had no end.
She deceived their girl, turned around and climbed a high branch by herself, and still pretended to be tolerant and generous in front of the girl. He is famous far and wide, but he tramples these girls into the dirt. How can there be such an unreasonable thing in the world?
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Both Su Jin and Su Xin were quick with their hands and feet, and they managed to tidy up the room in a matter of seconds.
Fortunately, although the house was cleaned perfunctorily, the bedding, cups, dishes, etc. that were delivered were all new. The two maids first made the bed, then found a small clay stove to heat hot water. Then they rolled the large pills used to reduce fever into small pills and served Sang Nuanyue to take them.
Su Jin said, "The girl has been suffering from high fevers over and over again. I'm afraid these pills are not suitable for her. I will just take this meal for now. I will go out and ask the doctor to treat the girl in the afternoon."
Sang Nuanyue said weakly, "Let's eat for another day and see how things go. We just settled in the Marquis Mansion, so there won't be many things to do."
"But there's no way the girl can stay like this all the time..."
Qingyue worriedly stayed by the bed, whimpering like a little animal, "Sister, get well soon."
Sang Nuanyue touched her brother's hair, and her beautiful brows revealed an unmistakable look of exhaustion and haggardness. Her eyes were blue and black, and she hadn't had a good sleep for a long time. Although I am in a strange place now, my spirit is relaxed and it seems that I can fall asleep as soon as I close my eyes. Sang Nuanyue said in a low voice, "Sister will get better soon, and she still has to take care of Qing'er. Don't be afraid, Qing'er, sister will be fine when she wakes up."
The sounds beside him gradually became ethereal, like the sound of Sanskrit Buddha echoing in the air, and gradually became nothing. Sang Nuanyue was lying on the bed, but her thoughts seemed to be floating in the air. She was relaxed and casual, feeling more comfortable and free than she had ever felt in these years.
Xu knew that when they arrived at the Hou Mansion, the wind and frost swords of the Wang family could no longer be used on them. Perhaps she knew that even if Zhou Baolu had other plans, she would slowly plan for them and she would still have time to change things.
At this moment, Sang Nuanyue felt peaceful both physically and mentally, and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Qingyue buried her face in her sister's palm, her tears flowing silently.
He didn't dare to raise his head to let his sister see his red eyes. He was too worried about his sister's health and the uncertain tomorrow.
When Qingyue raised her head again, she saw that her sister had fallen asleep.
Even when she was asleep, her beautiful brows were furrowed, as if she had unsolvable melancholy in her heart. Her face was even more pale, her lips were bloodless, and the veins on her neck and exposed wrists were so delicate that they seemed to be broken if she wasn't careful.
Qingyue couldn't bear it anymore and burst into tears.
At this time, someone tapped her shoulder. Sujin took a handkerchief and wiped away the tears on Qingyue's cheek, "Master, let's go to the next room. Su Xin and I have cleaned up the next room. You can go and have a rest." , and then put your books away."
Qingyue wanted to accompany his sister, but he knew that only by taking care of his own affairs could his sister feel at ease.
He stood up and said "Okay", followed Su Jin out of the door, and closed the door carefully.
Standing on the corridor, you can have a panoramic view of the small courtyard in front of you.
This courtyard is really very small, with three main rooms and two wing rooms on the left and right sides. There are many roses planted in the open space of the yard, climbing on the flower stand, red, yellow and pink, blooming in full swing, it really looks like a scene of wealth.
But no matter how rich you are, it is only superficial. Dust can be seen everywhere in the yard, weeds are overgrown in the corners of the walls and in the gaps between the stone slabs, the paint on the pillars has fallen off and no one has painted it, and the tiles in the east wing have been broken and no one has replaced them...
Even so, it's enough to have a place for them to transition temporarily. After my sister has recovered her mind, she can plan other things.
Until this moment, Sang Qingyue's heart was slightly relieved. He was really sure that his sister really took him out of the den of tigers and wolves!
