The hand holding the pen paused, and the ink fell onto the paper with a splash, spreading into a ball of ink.
Shen Nanbao calmly changed his voice, but his tone was still the same, calm and slow, "What's changed?"
Feng Yue frowned and murmured for a long time, but didn't say anything.
"Do you think I'm more beautiful?"
Feng Yue raised her head and faced Shen Nanbao who was lightly pursed her lips. Her wound was not healed yet, so she could only smile in a shallow arc, but her face was dazzling enough.
But after being dazzled, Feng Yue became even more sad.
How could my sister, who is obviously such a good person, have such a life experience and fall into such a mire that eats people but not spits out bones? What kind of man should he be in the future? Can he not be worried about the reputation of his biological mother? I am not afraid of such a family, and I am on the same page as my sister.
As she thought, her radiant eyes turned sad, "Sister is indeed more beautiful."
I don't know if these words were perfunctory or comforting, but Feng Yue felt lonely.
Shen Nanbao felt her loneliness, but had no intention of explaining it to her. He stretched out his hand and licked it on the inkstone. Seeing that the ink pool was unevenly knotted against the spring light, he said, "Feng Yue, grind the ink."
Fengyue quickly took the ink stick and slowly swung it in the pool. All the melancholy she had just forgotten was forgotten. She could only focus on Shen Nanbao's handwriting that penetrated the back of the paper in front of her. She couldn't help but sigh.
"If the old lady sees this word, she will definitely ask you, sister, to write the Spring Festival couplets."
As he spoke, Mrs. Zhao's kind and gentle face suddenly popped into Shen Nanbao's mind.
Shen Nanbao paused, lowered his eyes in confusion, and continued to write, "My grandma dotes on me. Whether I write well or not, she asks me to write Spring Festival couplets."
Although Mr. and Mrs. Zhao were not related by blood to Shen Nanbao, Mr. and Mrs. Zhao felt very fond of Shen Nanbao who came halfway.
At that time, Shen Nanbao was going to Shen's Mansion, and Mrs. Zhao was still crying on Shen Nanbao's shoulder, "My Bao'er went to Shen's Mansion, I'm afraid he will be wronged."
Wronged.
Grief does not count.
She just missed them.
Shen Nanbao sighed softly, and suddenly lost interest in copying, so he put down his pen.
It was also at this time that the sky outside was originally clear and cloudy, but suddenly it became overcast. The strong wind cut through the rain lines and rushed in violently. It scraped against the door like a knife and made the papers fly and rustle one after another. ring.
Shen Nanbao asked Feng Yue to close the fan and hang the bamboo strips, then held an umbrella and went to the back room.
Bihan was sitting by the stove as usual, and the firelight from the stove shone on her face, making her cheeks red and her forehead soaked with sweat.
Seeing Shen Nanbao coming, she wiped her sweat and stood up to salute, "Fourth girl, you are here again."
She did not ask about the wounds on Shen Nanbao's face.
Shen Nanbao had expected it, so he nodded with a warm smile at the corner of his mouth, "Grandma has been coughing and hasn't seen her well for a long time. I'm worried and have no other solution, so I can only use my strength here."
Bihan held the cattail leaf fan and said with a smile: "Four girls, your filial piety will be appreciated by heaven. The old lady will definitely get better after a few days."
As the Prime Minister spoke, a mother in linen clothes came in from the side door, with a collar hanging around her neck. She rolled up her sleeves, exposing her thick wrists. The momentum of the matter emerged.
"It's better to boil the medicine and keep an eye on the time. If my son misses the time to add the medicine later and the medicine's properties are suppressed, just go to the old lady and cry!"
After scolding, the mother saw the tall and graceful Shen Nanbao standing beside her, quickly bowed and said, "Fourth girl, why are you here?"
Shen Nanbao repeated what he had just said, which made the mother compliment her for a while.
Shen Nanbao asked: "Mom just said to add medicine? How did you add medicine? I understand, and there will be no mistakes in the future."
The mother rubbed her fingers, her eyes showing a hesitant smile, "Fourth girl, you shouldn't have done this in the first place. If you do it, you're afraid that the bosses will blame us for being lazy."
Shen Nanbao smiled and said, "I have already taken the medicine once before. My mother is not here, so I don't think I know about it. The old lady also knows about it, so she won't blame you."
After saying this, the mother couldn't say any more. She nodded repeatedly and told her the key to adding medicine.
It turns out that after boiling for half an hour, a few Sichuan clams, golden bell and other herbs are added to it.
The medicine is simple and easy to find, but you must not make a mistake when adding the medicine, otherwise you will have to cook it again.
The servants are always lazy, so they can't help but take a nap.
The mother warned her like this, for fear of delaying the old lady's time to take medicine.
After Shen Nanbao figured it out, he smiled and said, "Thank you, Mother Chen."
Mother Chen was only afraid of doing the courtesy and said she didn't dare to do it, "It's just that this kind of work is the most boring. I'm afraid that the fourth girl won't be able to bear it."
The fire in the furnace made Shen Nanbao a little hot, and she fanned gently and slowly, "I used to serve my grandparents like this in the Zhao family at first, so I'm used to it."
The whole family knew about Shen Nanbao's birth mother, so even the Zhao family became taboo about it.
These mothers are used to being carefree, and they know what they should say and what they shouldn't say. After hearing this, Mother Chen stopped talking. She twitched the corner of her mouth and said, "The four girls are diligent, I will go first." Let’s see if the other rough guys are lazy.”
Shen Nanbao nodded, watching Mother Chen turn around and give orders to other places, and then sat back in front of the furnace.
The fan was still beating on her chest, and the firelight shining on her tender cheeks was flickering.
Bihao couldn't just be such a hands-off shopkeeper, so he took over what he had just said and asked about Shen Nanbao and Zhao's family.
Shen Nanbao's smile suddenly became animated, "My grandparents were not high-ranking officials. They were merchants in the early years. They had a son at their knees. However, they contracted tuberculosis and passed away after being treated for a long time. As a result, my grandparents lost their lives." In my mind, I didn’t want to live such troubled days anymore. In addition, I had saved some money before, so I settled in a small house in Jinling when I was old. Later, I met... me and raised me as my own son. Although It’s not as good as the Shen Mansion, but it doesn’t lack anything, and you can live a stable and comfortable life.”
It sounds like the Zhao family treated her very well.
Even Bihan was young and knew the Shen family's plan for bringing her back.
If that's the case, then why bother coming back to swim in such muddy water?
Why not just cling to the less-than-luxurious little life and end up happy?
Is it possible that, as others have said, these four girls are from corrupt official families? Want to find yourself a noble husband?
Bihan's expression couldn't help but feel a little confused.
But I heard the sound of the boiling water hitting the lid of the medicine.
It’s time to add the medicine!
Bihan was excited, turned around and took out several medicinal herbs from Linlang, and put them in one at a time against the white mist rising into the sky.
Shen Nanbao watched from the side and asked what kind of medicine this was and what kind of medicine that was.
Although Bihan is small, she already has the kind of stability that only older mothers can have in doing things. She knows all the tasks that fall on her hands by heart.
These medicinal materials will naturally answer smoothly.
"The ones holding the moon in my arms are Sichuan clams. They come in different sizes, and the black ones are cooked rehmannia glutinosa. Sometimes some people can't tell the difference between raw and cooked rehmannia glutinosa, which distracts from the medicinal properties... But the fourth girl is a golden branch, so you don't need to know. Your servants will take care of this for you."
Shen Nanbao heard the slight teasing in her tone, and didn't take it seriously. He nodded with a smile, "I used to think that boiling medicine was just a matter of keeping your eyes on the fire, but I didn't expect it to be a university student."
After hearing this, Bihan probably wasn't as cruel as the one who stretched out his hand to hit the smiling man. Thinking of his attitude just now, he blushed and muttered in a low voice, but no longer looked at Shen Nanbao like that.
The room fell silent again, and only the sound of the firewood being roasted and beeping could be heard.
I don’t know how long it took, but when the medicine was ready, the continuous rain outside stopped, leaving the condensed brilliance on the spine of the drooping beast lingering and gasping for breath.
The pear blossoms that were in full bloom in the yard a few days ago were also beaten to pieces by the sudden rain, and were blown all over the ground by the Mu Mu spring breeze.
When it was warm and then cold, it was supposed to be the coldest time, but Shen Nanbao had been snuggling by the fire for a long time, and his whole body was feeling hot. When he was blown by the wind, he felt refreshed and could breathe smoothly.
She let out a long sigh, used a cloth as a lining, wiped out all the residue of the medicine, poured the medicine into a soup bottle, and then handed it to Bihan along with the enamel box, "I can't show my face in front of my grandmother now, so I have to trouble you." Please pass this sour plum to grandma for me."
Bihan wanted to ask why, but when she raised her eyes and saw the bruises on Shen Nanbao's cheek, the words stuck on her tongue and she swallowed them.
"Don't worry, Fourth Miss. When Sister Luwu, who is delivering medicine from my son, comes over, I will talk to her. Sister Luwu will definitely bring Fourth Miss's feelings to the old lady."
However, this should have been the response. Lu Wu had just entered the room with a tray. Mrs. Yin glanced at her and asked, "Did the fourth girl go to the back room today?"
Lu Wu said, "The fourth girl prepared this medicine herself."
Sitting on a small couch, Mrs. Rong was leaning against a kang table covered with scarlet felt, peeling walnuts. To her right was a bowl full of nuts.
Hearing this, she showed a gentle and humble smile, "The fourth girl is thoughtful, unlike Sister Wan and Brother Zhuo. I told them to be filial in front of the old lady. They are all lazy, and I am also It’s because I’m too used to them.”
Mrs. Yin didn't even raise her eyes. She asked Lu Wu to put down the medicine bowl and said: "Brother Zhuo has his own homework to be busy with. His hand is holding a pen and writing, Tao Yun and Confucianism. How can he do this?" Isn’t it Zhang Fu’s job to recommend shoes? Needless to say, Sister Wan, she has always been filial. Look at the window paper in my long house in Bishan. It was Sister Wan who ordered someone to prepare it. She said it was because she was watching the spring coming recently. Yes, but it’s really scary, so don’t be careless and change it to a thinner one to let the wind in.”
"As for Sister Bao..."
Old Mrs. Yin glanced at the enamel box on the side, and she didn't know what she thought of. The light in her eyes was a bit colder, and her tone became calmer, "The methods of a small family are not worthy of publicity, so let's not mention her. , let’s talk about the master’s return.”
