Feng Yue Ne was there with her tongue tied, "Everyone, every family will give it... How long will it take to embroider this? Sister, I'm afraid it will hurt your eyes! Why bother, just a brocade handkerchief, call people Just send it over quietly."
Shen Nanbao laughed deeply when he heard Fengyue's innocent words.
She was willing to be quiet.
Whether Kong is willing or not is difficult to do.
After all, it’s nothing more than an embroidered handkerchief. Once you’re tired and endured, it will pass. You can also give a favor and gain a good reputation, so why not do it?
Shen Nanbao adhered to the principle of "a bowl of water is balanced" and just immersed himself in embroidery until the evening.
The ice in the ice mirror had long been used up, so Feng Yue asked Yi Xiang to go to the management office to ask for it from Zhang Shilian.
Shen Nanbao saw that she was acting like the mistress of the house, and ordered Yi Xiang to go smoothly. He glanced at her and smiled, "I didn't see you and Yi Xiang assigning these things a few days ago. You talked so much, why are you here today?" Come on?"
Feng Yue thought she had misunderstood, and hurriedly patted her chest to ensure her safety, "Sister, don't worry, the servants like Menqing, the little one, are always listening to the gods. The little one won't leak any news. The little one just sees that she can talk. It's quite... Come on, if you go to Zhang Shilian like this, you won't get a cold face and come back empty-handed."
Fengyue glanced at Yourou who was wiping the toilet outside, smiled and raised her voice, "At least it's better than anyone else. After all, if you come out of the old lady's house, you can still lose face when you go to the management office."
Yourou's figure froze for a moment in the thin line of red, and then she wiped the railing fiercely, as if there were some stubborn stains on it, and she had to use all her strength to wipe them clean.
Shen Nanbao withdrew his gaze and looked at Feng Yue, his beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, "I remember you had a few chats with her earlier, didn't you? Why are things so different? Now that she has been asked to do things outside, are you still right? Is she unwilling to give up?"
Feng Yue's eyes were stunned, "But I have to confront you. Sister, think about it carefully. Since she came here, how many things have happened to you because of her reporting. If you hadn't paid close attention and knew how to avoid it, otherwise, sister, you would still be here now. Can I leisurely embroider brocade handkerchiefs here?"
Shen Nanbao was stunned for a moment. The hanging bamboo curtains clicked on the window lattice. A dim orange light like fish scales filtered in, turning everything in the house into amber. It was quiet and suffocating.
Feng Yue didn't know what she said wrongly, and looked anxiously at Shen Nanbao, who seemed to be sinking to the bottom of the pond, with a face completely congested.
After a long time, Shen Nanbao let out a short chuckle, "Feng Yue, you are right."
Feng Yue thought carefully about what she had just said, and hesitated for a moment, "Sister, are you talking about Yourou?"
At this time, Shen Nanbao seemed to have broken free from the undercurrent in the abyss, his eyes were shining brightly, and his hand moving the needle became brisk.
"Earlier, I felt that their status was in the hands of others and they were forced to do what they did. Moreover, they came to my yard because of my own plans, so I always deliberately reminded them that they don't have to work too hard. But they have always turned a deaf ear. In that case, why should I keep weighing things like this and protecting their lives diligently? For example, Huan Xin, no matter how well we get along with each other, no matter how close we are, when something happens, isn't it the case that people will be punished if they don't take care of themselves? What if? One day, I am actually framed for my mistakes, and my end will be even worse than Shuhua’s!"
Just like Xiao Yichen said.
Shen Nanyi had stirred up so many troubles, why should she treat her with such a good face, and shoot her with an arrow at the critical moment to give her a warning and make her frightened and frightened, which was more effective than sharpening a soft knife.
She had previously blindly followed the methods used by Chen Fangyan in her previous life to deal with her, and had benefited from it, but if you think about it, how much grievances had she suffered?
In the end, it is only a thousand wounds to the enemy and a loss of eight hundred to oneself.
Shen Nanbao breathed a sigh of relief, with a cold smile at the corner of his mouth, "Isn't Shuchiyuan where Mrs. Shen lives lacking manpower? Send those like Yourou who usually only eat dry food, leaving Lu Kui, Just smell the cicadas."
Feng Yue rolled her eyes and said, "Sister, why don't you keep Yi Xiang? She talks sweetly and goes to the management office to beg for something so we can take advantage of her."
Shen Nanbao looked at Feng Yue, his eyes were smiling but frozen, "Do you think it's so easy to get cheap? There is no free lunch in the world."
This sentence is not obscure, but it is a bit difficult to understand when linking the two. Feng Yue had a sad face and thought for a long time, then nodded suddenly.
"Just like... I treat you, sister. It's not that I'm nice to you for no reason, but... I like you, sister!"
Shen Nanbao was still moving the needle when he almost pricked his finger when he heard her say something cold, "You, why are you so timid?"
Fengyue didn't hear her tongue-tied words, tilted her head and said leisurely: "I just really feel that way, otherwise why would people be so nice to you? Is this to vent your anger and give you a warning?"
Feng Yue glanced at Shen Nanbao sadly, and her voice suddenly sounded as soft as a mosquito, "Sister, I'm of no use to you."
Shen Nanbao couldn't do any embroidery now, so he put down his clothes and looked at her with a stiff face, "This is the first time I've seen an elbow turned outward. You think he's a good person and you think he's a powerful person. Why don't you look for me?" he goes!"
Fengyue's voice became even softer, "Here we go again."
Shen Nanbao didn't hear clearly and frowned even more tightly, "What are you talking about, please speak louder."
Feng Yue shrank and glanced outside in panic. Seeing that there was no one in the corridor, she bit the bullet and said in a slightly louder voice: "Sister, you are angry again. Anything that involves that person, sister." You have changed, you are either angry or annoyed, completely different from your usual calm self."
Shen Nanbao suddenly clenched his hand, and the needle poked into his palm, which made people feel real, "I don't..."
What a weak rebuttal.
Even Shen Nanbao could hear the guilt rising from his throat.
She turned her head impatiently, eager to find something to support her words. She might as well look at the brass mirror on the dressing gown, which reflected an angry and angry face, just like every time she was angry with Chen Fangyan. A unique demeanor.
Shen Nanbao was startled, and finally at this moment, watching the fire from the other side, he could see his thoughts clearly.
There was a loud bang, and the high, wide and deep dome was torn apart by the thunder, revealing a shocking light.
Feng Yue was so frightened by the thunder that she suddenly trembled, slapping her chest and gasping, "This, this, the weather was so good, why did it start to rain again?"
Turning his head, he saw Shen Nanbao sitting there, as if he had been molded by clay, dumbfounded.
Fengyue hurriedly stepped forward and shook her, "Sister, what's wrong with you? If you don't want me to talk about that person, just don't say it, or are you scared by thunder?"
Shen Nanbao shook his head confusedly, "It's okay, you are right."
She stood up quietly and opened the door. The rain poured down from the sky, and the roots like arrows pierced into the soil. Occasionally, the wind blew the rain into the corridor, soaking the fine floor tiles spotlessly in the courtyard. The swing inside was swaying in this wind, swaying into those fragmented fragments and into Xiao Yichen's fine porcelain face.
In fact, it's not that she has never experienced love between a man and a woman.
She once had her heart beat passionately for others.
So she could vaguely feel her affection for Xiao Yichen.
But so what?
Things like feelings are indescribable, and you can't even figure out their shape. You can only feel its existence through his smile, a word, or an action.
But people are fickle.
He may care about you very much now and always have such a smile on his face, but there is no guarantee that he will become an evil ghost that stabs you in the heart, takes your life, and makes you cry until your heart breaks.
Why bother?
If I had never fallen into such a world of mortals, I would have avoided falling into the abyss in the future.
Shen Nanbao suddenly raised his head and glanced at the violently shaking lantern in the corridor. Sparks were struggling in the brown paper, shining out into a dim, lonely, and shaking ball in the confused and humid world.
Suddenly, a gust of wind came, and it finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell down, extinguishing the light in Shen Nanbao's eyes at the same time.
That’s all.
Fortunately, I'm not overjoyed right now, so I just treat it as the wind that occasionally catches my eye, let it pass by, and leave it alone without leaving a trace.
After all, Shen Nanbao has been here before, so he is naturally not as confused and confused as he was the first time. He also understands how long a person's life is and how many variables there are. Rather than being caught off guard, it is better to be safe and sound. .
Besides, in her current situation, falling in love is too luxurious and unnecessary for her.
So Shen Nanbao didn't dwell too much on the matter. He slept soundly that night and went to Shen Wenzhuo's Yan Qingxuan the next day.
Since they all stopped talking about worrying about Shen Wenzhuo yesterday, Mrs. Shen and Rong Qiyi naturally wanted to show off and visited Shen Wenzhuo in the house early.
Shen Wenzhuo had been recovering for several days, and his health was mostly improved, but he occasionally shivered and shuddered. Although he was not very stable in holding the pen, he could still cross his hands smoothly.
Even so, Mrs. Shen still called out sadly when she saw it: "Poor Brother Zhuo, I used to see how smart you were, but why are you like this now!"
The cry passed through the window lattice and fell into Shen Nanbao's ears without any obstruction. His eyes were slightly narrowed, and the light and shadow in his eyes were floating and flickering.
Fengyue whispered quietly from the side, "Even if Mrs. Shen feels sorry for the Third Young Master, she doesn't need to show off like this. I finally persuaded the Third Young Master not to be hurt. With her howling, I'm afraid it will happen again." Cry the Third Young Master back."
Perhaps the sound of grinding teeth was not suppressed too much, and the closed fan suddenly opened.
Feng Yue trembled with fright, quickly closed her mouth, and walked behind Shen Nanbao with her head lowered.
Rong Qiyi opened the curtain with a gold-coloured fan, revealing her radiant face. She raised her eyebrows when she saw that the person coming was Shen Nanbao, "Are you...that fourth girl from yesterday?"
"Fourth sister is here?"
Shen Wenzhuo's clear voice jumped from behind to the front, "Sit in the inner room and let the sun shine outside."
As Yi Bi'er said, Yi Bi'er walked up. Shen Wenzhuo's square and dull face seemed to have fallen into a honey pot at this moment, and every expression was mixed with pleasant sweetness.
Rong Qiyi narrowed her eyes slightly when she saw it.
