Shen Nanyi almost felt that she had heard something wrong.
Such a small amount of money?
I'm afraid there are more than a few hundred taels in these boxes.
But Mrs. Peng didn't want to chat with her daughter, lest her daughter lose control of her mouth and startle others.
She raised her head and saw the clouds piled up on the horizon. They were thick and rolling over her head. It was obviously a feeling of depression that could not be expressed.
However, Mrs. Peng had the speed of "having a lot of space in front of the steps, leaning on the horse to be proud and excited." She narrowed her eyes in comfort and said in a relaxed tone, "Didn't you say that your grandmother reduced the number of people? Is it inconvenient for you to do so? This big event will definitely attract a lot of people. Tomorrow I will go to Yapo's to sell some cheap slaves and I will just give you some."
Shen Mansion looked at the many floors of pavilions, with dry clouds covering the sun, but in fact it was ventilated from all sides. Peng Shifang sent people to take care of the warehouse, and Feng Yue made an ear report and came to bite Shen Nanbao.
At the end of the sentence, Wu Nong still sighed a little, "It's good to live without being resented by others. As long as you put on a smile and say a few soft words, Wu Nong can get your sincerity and make others think deeply about you."
After hearing this, Shen Nanbao licked his pen and saw that the inkstone was still dry. He glanced at Feng Yue, who was still holding the ink stick in the inkstone, and sighed, "Feng Yue, apply some water, it's almost dry."
Fengyue woke up from a dream and took a small bowl to mix water.
It was at this time that Yourou came in with various tea sets.
Red clay cauldron, soup bottle, green bamboo clip, tea grinder, whisk...
Fengyue was quite surprised and happy to see this, "Sister, do you want to have a tea fight?"
Shen Nanbao said "Hmm", licked the ink again without raising his head, and ordered Yourou to put the tea bed by the window. After the last stroke was finished, he rolled up his sleeves, stopped writing, and picked up three sticks of incense sticks. Praying silently, Fang Zhi sat in front of the tea bed and took out the Sancai cup, tea bowl and other utensils.
Yourou was not as sensitive as Fengyue. She didn't know what to do with this situation, so she could only quietly step aside and watch Fengyue hand over a cake of tea from the garden.
Shen Nanbao took it, smashed it with a silver hammer and put it in a grinder to grind it.
The breeze entered the house, causing the bead curtains in the room to sway wildly. The light and shadow shattered, falling on the boiling water in the soup bottle, covering it like a transparent shell, trapping all the greed, anger, obsession and hatred.
Shen Nanbao twisted it a little and put it into the boiling water. When he saw the tea foam floating, he poured in the tea paste when the heat was just right.
Dazzled by the uninvited arrival, Shen Wenzhuo turned the tea spoon and poured some water.
Flowers are constantly blooming on the edge of the tea cup, just like the mist is rolling in.
This is the so-called 'Zhan Xuetao'.
The last time he saw her was when she met Xin at Beiyuan Royal Tea, and they met her from a distance when the heroes in the forest competed with each other.
At that time, I just felt that this move should only be done in heaven.
But I didn't expect that his fourth sister could transport tea to such a mysterious state.
Shen Wenzhuo raised his head and looked at Shen Nanbao sitting by the window.
The lush green trees cover up the red sun. Suddenly, a gust of wind comes and shakes the sky, swaying out a dazzling skylight, which reflects on Shen Nan Baofeng's plump and white face, exploding into thousands of rays of light.
Shen Wenzhuo's heart was like stars falling and clouds dispersed. He couldn't help but pull his footsteps back, staggered when he hit the threshold, and fell down.
The three people in the room looked sideways in shock.
Shen Nanbao was a little surprised, "Third brother? Why are you here?"
As she spoke, she put down the tea spoon, stretched out her clothes and stood up.
Shuhua was closer to the fan, so he and Fengyue rushed over to help him.
Feng Yue supported him while muttering, "These servants are getting more and more stupid! The third young master didn't even say a word when he came."
Shen Wenzhuo stood up somewhat sarcastically, and his face was completely red, which made his voice growl. "When I came in, I didn't look at the servants. I called several times, but no one answered. I was afraid that something might happen to my fourth sister, so I didn't care. He rushed in, which was very disrespectful."
As he spoke, he clenched his fists and bowed.
Shen Nanbao quickly stopped him, "You are worried about me and it is a sign of your sincerity. Why does the third brother need to apologize?"
However, Fengyue slapped her forehead and suddenly realized, "No wonder there is no one. Those servants are Si Yan, and they have all been ordered to make paper kites by you, sister."
The bright wrists exposed due to the loops hanging on the arms appeared in front of Shen Wenzhuo's eyes like frozen snow. In the skylight, they swayed with a heart-wrenching color.
Shen Wenzhuo retracted his hand as if it was burning, with a confused and puzzled look on his face, "I used to look at the paper kite. Although it was an arm's length, it didn't have much workmanship. It was just a few bamboo branches set up and covered with paper. I thought it was just fine. I only need one person, I don’t want so many people.”
The lines were not long, but his delivery was a bit bad. Fortunately, everyone understood it.
The same goes for Yourou, who was hanging her head cautiously next to her. She slightly raised her eyes and glanced at Shen Nanbao. She saw a calm smile on her face, "It turned out that there was only one person, but I just came back and I am not familiar with the sisters yet." , I want to make paper kites for them and get close to them."
This is an excellent way to show your sincerity without hurting your money.
Many women in the boudoir prefer such fancy gadgets, so I'm sure one of them will like it.
Shen Wenzhuo could think of the eldest sister and the second sister's raised eyebrows when they received the paper kites. He couldn't help but be happy for her, and he also thought about her, "Do you have enough manpower? Do you want me to allocate some Yan Qingxuan to the fourth sister for you to use?" .”
Afraid that Shen Nanbao would be flattered, Shen Wenzhuo also specially explained, "I will leave home tomorrow, and those people stay in the yard idle all day long, and I just want my fourth sister to whip them for me." Lazy tendons.”
Shen Nanbao knew that her third brother was a good person. When she was threatened into marriage in her previous life, he was the only one who sincerely asked her if she wanted to get married. He was the only one who gave her money when she was in dire straits.
Although they are all providing help in times of need, they are not as caring as these times in this life.
This is probably the so-called situation changes with the heart, and the heart of the benevolent is moved.
Her expression darkened, "Third brother, don't worry, we have enough people, not to mention that the second sister is about to get her haircut, and my mother is preparing for a big event, and she even bought some more servants."
Shen Wenzhuo slightly stared, "When did this happen? Why didn't I know?"
Shen Nanbao glanced at Feng Yue, and his tone was laced with some tolerant annoyance, "It makes third brother laugh when I say it. I always like to make jokes. I heard the girl in the corner came to the back room and heard what the servants said. . ”
Suddenly, Shen Nanbao laughed again, "But this is not something that needs to be concealed. My mother treats the second sister well and tries her best to arrange the wedding ceremony for the second sister. If this spreads out, it will be a good reputation."
Shen Wenzhuo didn't understand the twists and turns in a deep house, and he had never experienced the turbulent officialdom, so he felt that this man was just like the books he read on weekdays, and he understood what he read.
Take Mr. Peng for example. Whenever he came back from Lushan Academy, Ms. Peng would smile at him and greet him with greetings.
Shen Wenzhuo felt that the eldest lady was good from the bottom of his heart, so when he heard Shen Nanbao say this, he was very grateful to Mrs. Peng.
"My mother is a kind-hearted person and has never treated me and my second sister harshly. I thought it was nothing more than this, but I didn't expect that my mother would work so hard for my second sister. I can't repay Chunhui's love. I can only do my best to study in Yingxue. Got it!"
When Shen Wenzhuo said this, his brows were furrowed, the corners of his mouth were pursed into a straight line, and a shallow dimple was exposed on his lower jaw, revealing the simplicity and simplicity of a young man.
Shen Nanbao was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help covering his lips and laughing.
When he smiled too heartily, his eyes became crooked, like the crescent moon in the sky, with a slender edge beautifully hooked out, passing through the thick layer of waves, illuminating his heart in an instant.
His heart was pounding and stuck in his throat. Shen Wenzhuo glanced at him and coughed lightly as if he had a lump in his throat.
Seeing his confusion, Shen Nanbao thought that he had been rude and quickly said, "Third brother, don't be offended, I just..."
The excuse was on the tip of her tongue, but Shen Nanbao didn't say it out loud. After all, she was not willing to share these unintentional words with Shen Wenzhuo, so she changed the subject and asked: "I've been talking for so long, but I still don't know why the third brother came here today." ?”
While talking, Shen Nanbao went to the tea bed, poured the soup and brought it to a boil, "Third brother came just in time. I have nothing to do and imitate others in tea fighting. Can you try it?"
Shen Wenzhuo looked at the small breasts in his hand, which looked like stars and the moon, and the scene he saw when he entered the house came to mind again. His heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly drank the tea, "I heard yesterday... Thought I'd come see you."
Shen Wenzhuo raised his eyes from the cup and looked at Shen Nanbao's cheek, his voice was a little hoarse, "Does Fourth Sister still feel pain?"
Shen Nanbao stroked the wound on his face as if he had just woken up from a dream, and smiled, "Third brother, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that my grandmother brought me a good plaster yesterday. After waking up, It won’t hurt anymore when you come!”
Shen Wenzhuo pulled up his sleeves awkwardly, touched the cold bulge, and smiled very dejectedly, "That's good, I'm afraid that the fourth sister will be hurt. If that happens, I will feel guilty. After all, yesterday It was because I didn't take care of that well and let Shu Zhi come in like this..."
He has always been like this, good at taking the blame for himself, and he will face others with a guilty heart for things that cannot be done to him.
Shen Nanbao didn't agree with this kind of "passing the knife to the enemy" mentality, but he didn't want to defeat him.
After all, you have to walk through the thorns in the world yourself before you can be hard-hearted. If others interfere, it will be like "raising the soup to stop it from boiling", which will only go smoothly for a while.
Shen Nanbao only consoled him: "It's none of Third Brother's business. It's just me and my eldest sister who only get along. It's just a friction caused by not being familiar with each other. It will get better with time."
Her tone was very light, just like when she talked about the slaves in Wa City in Jingshui Tower before, she had experienced many vicissitudes of life, so she could talk so calmly and easy-going in many aggrieved situations.
But she is only a girl of thirteen years old...
Shen Wenzhuo felt inexplicably sad, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer the conversation. He remembered that he had spent half a cup of tea in Rong Yuexuan, and he was afraid that it would be bad to sit down again, so he stood up and left.
Shen Nanbao sent him out of the Moon Cave Gate.
When he was about to step onto the water pavilion, Shen Wenzhuo stopped lifting his pants and turned around amid the sound of gurgling water.
That figure had long since melted into the tangled trees, and his heart suddenly became clogged. The quiet spring light filtered through the corners of the eaves and fell unabashedly.
Shen Wenzhuo touched his forehead and took out the bottle of plaster from his sleeve. He felt that late spring had not yet arrived, but the sun was getting hotter, making people dizzy.
