Shen Nanbao finally went back to the house and changed his clothes, but this time he didn't say anything anymore. Even his expression was dull, and he just buried his head in holding a small bandage and moving the needle.
Fengyue saw the pair of mandarin ducks on the top and thought that the pattern was really poorly embroidered. At this time, just looking at it made her feel blocked, and she was afraid that it would make her even more uncomfortable.
Fengyue couldn't help but say: "Sister, why don't you take a break? You have been working hard all day long."
Shen Nanbao didn't even look up, and walked steadily one needle at a time. He raised his hand slightly, and the needle passed through the dim light of the sky and fell into Shen Nanbao's eyes, with a shadow appearing like a demon. .
"You have nothing to do. Please do more activities to avoid being unable to sleep in the middle of the night, banging your hammer here and there, listening to those noises, and making a mess."
Fengyue only felt that her throat was a little dry after listening to it. It was so dry that it was difficult to speak, so she simply closed it.
On the other hand, the green sunflower on the side gently handed it in, "The little one picked a lot of chrysanthemums some time ago and dried them in the sun the day before yesterday. The little Zhengchou didn't know how to use them, so he made them into pillows. For my sister? One side can calm the nerves, and the other side is good for the eyes."
Shen Nanbao couldn't help but wince when she talked about it. He actually felt a little sour, so he followed her.
Lu Kui quickly made one on the same day and handed it to Shen Nanbao, "But the younger one is not as good at embroidery as the elder sister. It's just like this. I just rely on luck."
Shen Nanbao took the pillow and looked through it. The pattern was the common wish-fulfilling pattern, but the fragrance was clear and a little bitter. When he moved his hand slightly on it, there was a string of fine sand sounds.
Shen Nanbao didn't even have to lie down on it, he could imagine what it would be like to lie down on it, like sleeping in a thicket of chrysanthemums. If he turned slightly to one side, the fragrance would rush straight into his nose.
Shen Nanbao smiled and said, "Get up tomorrow and your brain will be full of fragrance."
Lu Kui said: "It was like this for the first few days. After leaving it for a long time, the smell will fade away and it will be time to change the core."
When Shen Nanbao heard this, he couldn't hold the corners of his mouth, so he just pursed his lips lonelyly.
"It has become old over time, just like the wax tears dripping on the embroidered satin. At first, I thought it complemented the scene of 'the fragrance of ink marks, the tears of red candles'. After a long time, the tears burned through the embroidered satin and became printed on it. Scar, I can no longer look out to others."
Feng Yue smacked the deep meaning in her words, and finally couldn't hold it back and whispered, "Sister, please don't be like this... maybe that person is talking nonsense!"
She said this three times, and Shen Nanbao also listened to it three times. Although she was still shocked, she could finally speak bravely: "We are in the Prince's Mansion. Have you ever seen any servant in the mansion dare to talk nonsense?" Nonsense?"
Feng Yue was stunned for a while, then she came back to her senses, nodded, scratched her teeth, and cursed.
"He is very good at making plans. He has everything he wants. On the one hand, he is flirting with that Miss Zheng Er, and on the other hand, he is holding on to our sister. In the past, even though he was young, I thought that he was He acted too coldly, but at least he was magnanimous in this aspect. He didn't think so, but thanked him! He also restrained my sister to do..."
Shen Nanbao stopped her, "You usually listen to the guy in the corner, but you don't know how many of his ears are in this house? You still say that to him? You're not afraid of being caught by him and asking you to look good." ?”
Fengyue was not afraid, she stomped the ground angrily, "At worst, if this life is cut off, what else can happen?"
Then he glanced at Shen Nanbao and saw that the corners of her mouth were pursed deeply, and he frowned, "Sister, I'm just angry for you! You just heard that he has long been involved with Miss Zheng. Already..."
No.
The incident happened suddenly, but it was just a matter of seeing it, and secretly it must have been surging for a long time.
That's why when she heard what that servant said, she couldn't help but...
It's not that she doesn't accept it, she just feels that if he really has someone else, he can give her a little shadow to lay a foundation for her, instead of giving her a cold shoulder...
What did he take her for?
Shen Nanbao thought this way, and the curved lines at the corners of his mouth became increasingly bitter.
She put down the pillow and looked outside.
It was still a dusk scene, but in an instant, the moon climbed up, and its not very bright mass shone brightly all over the world.
Shen Nanbao seemed to have remembered something, his eyes glowed a little, or maybe the moon had fallen in them, so they were so bright.
"Actually, this is fine. What happened to him recently, so many people are waiting for him to fall! If he can get involved with Zheng Zhongshu because of this, he will have nothing to fear..."
The more she spoke, the quieter her voice became.
Fengyue sounded confused.
Lu Kui was not surprised when she saw the situation, and sighed, "That's what officialdom is like. There are too many things you can't control yourself. It's good if I can think about it."
A gentle word, but a heavy blow to Shen Nanbao's heart. She held the corner of her mouth and said nothing more. She just glanced at the moonlight slightly exposed behind the clouds and said she was going to sleep.
Fengyue and Lukui therefore stopped talking and divided their duties to help Shen Nanbao wash up and go to bed.
She probably slept on that chrysanthemum pillow. When she woke up the next day, Shen Nanbao felt refreshed and went to the Zhenbao Pavilion to call her. When the young lady saw this, she just smiled and said, "I was afraid that you would be as sick as silk and have to lie down on a bed." It won’t take more than a month to come!”
Shen Nanbao smiled, "How can Sister Gu be so exaggerated? It's just a cold wind and a few medicines. Besides, I'm worried about things in the shop, and I'm afraid that if I don't come, you won't be able to handle it, sister, right?"
Quedi, who happened to be bringing a bag of clay, heard it and laughed loudly, "Second girl, our sister can't speak. How could she mean this? She was just afraid that you would be worried about things in the shop and didn't tell her. If you raise it well, it will eliminate the root of the disease.”
The little lady shook her handkerchief and said with a look of disapproval, "You monkey boy, your mind is made of lotus roots, so many things? Just one sentence and you have to explain so much, what on earth are you? Is it me, or is our precious sister narrow-minded?"
Then he winked at Shen Nanbao.
With this blink of an eye, Shen Nanbao couldn't help but smile, and her lips bloomed like flowers beside the teacup. Looking from a distance, she had a gorgeous smell.
It was at this time that a crisp voice came over, "Boss, you can hear the laughter here from far away. What's so interesting about it? Can you please tell me, sister?"
When the young lady heard this, Fang Fang's still smiling face immediately pulled the elder away. She leaned into Shen Nanbao's ear and said, "You have to pay attention...this is the young lady from the Zheng family who works secondarily."
As he finished speaking, his feet made a crisp sound on the wooden floor.
Shen Nanbao raised his head, stretched a hand out from under the curtain, and raised the curtain slightly.
The skylight filtered in from under the curtain, filling the room with golden flying dust, which was intense and choking.
Shen Nanbao couldn't help but squint his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a person standing in front of him, wearing a gold-plated peach-blossom short jacket, with a silver-threaded moiré handkerchief hanging down from the narrow cuffs.
The moiré handkerchief moved and was tucked on the wings of her nose, revealing only a pair of dark eyebrows and a pair of clear water eyes on her long face.
Eyes turned to Shen Nanbao's face, the silver thread on the handkerchief was exposed to the sun, and the gleaming light slipped through his eyes, but his voice was as clear and hearty as before, "This is from the county prince's palace." Just the second girl."
Shen Nanbao bent his knees and said, "Second Miss Zheng."
Zheng Shuzhao raised an eyebrow and said in surprise, "That's weird, I remember we've never met before. How did you know it was me?"
As she said that, she suddenly smiled and narrowed her eyes, revealing a bit of warmth from the ray of light, "I think it was Yan Mu who told you. I told him not to tell you, and asked him to wait for me to visit you someday. No matter how hard you let him introduce you and get to know you, I never thought he would be so incapable of keeping his mouth shut."
The word 'Yan Mu' pierced into Shen Nanbao's brain like a needle, making her uncontrollably stiff.
She couldn't see her face, and couldn't tell if it was a pale ball.
But she knew that her heart was turbulent and her mind was turbulent, constantly rumbling over what Zheng Shuzhao had just said, or rather, those two words.
Zheng Shuzhao, however, acted as if he hadn't seen her. His white and greasy hands wrapped around her arms like snakes. The scent of freshly applied makeup and powder on his face just covered her face and pounced on Shen Nanbao.
"Now that he told you, I'm not lying. But it's only for one day. From now on, we will always look up and not look down. You call me Miss Zheng Er, it's too cute, so you call me Xiu like Yan Mu." Come on."
When Shen Nanbao heard her smile, he felt that the corner of his mouth was a little uncontrollable.
It was the young lady who pulled away Zheng Shuzhao's hand on Shen Nanbao's arm, and said with a smile: "Miss Zheng, I'm confused by what you said. Since you want to come and get to know Sister Bao, now is the time. What are you doing in Zhenbao Pavilion? Don’t you know that this Zhenbao Pavilion was opened by Sister Bao?"
Zheng Shuzhao's thick smile froze on his lips, but his voice was still so soft and slow.
"Look at what you said...I was out for a walk today, but unexpectedly I came here. I thought that if I didn't come in, if I asked someone to go out with a bad mouth, I didn't know what kind of trouble would be caused, so I came in. What's more, I came in. I heard that Sister Bao has been ill lately, so I thought I couldn’t see her."
The little lady twitched her lips and still sneered, "Your ears are really good at repaying the spirit."
The young lady was rude in her words, but after all, she was the legitimate daughter of Governor Pingzhang and would not be offended easily. Zheng Shuzhao pursed his lips and refused to offend her, instead looking at Shen Nanbao.
"Sister Bao, is your illness getting better?"
Shen Nanbao lowered his eyes and said he felt better, "Thank you Miss Zheng Er for your concern."
Her eyelashes were thick and long, hanging down and casting a large shadow on her cheeks, so that Zheng Shuzhao couldn't see her expression clearly and could only breathe a sigh of relief.
"That's good. This way Yan Mu won't have to worry about you when we play with me." He patted her hand again and joked: "Look, you still call me Miss Zheng Er. It sounds very interesting." Na."
The young lady was used to hearing such flirting words. Just when she was about to spit, she caught Shen Nanbao's look that indicated her, so she restrained herself and picked up the cattail leaf fan on the tea bed.
Shen Nanbao turned his eyes and said to Zheng Shuzhao, "Sister Zhao."
I didn’t call her Xiujun either.
