Seeing Shen Nanbaolai, Mrs. Liu immediately picked up the train of her skirt and came over, "You are finally here, so you asked me to wait!"
Shen Nanbao lowered his head and knelt down, "I blamed Yan Qi for asking Madam to wait for so long."
Mrs. Liu just helped her up, "I didn't wait long, but I was anxious and eagerly waiting for you to come, so I felt that the time passed so slowly!"
While speaking, Shen Nanbao stood up, with her slightly raised face, a thin light slipped across her forehead, stunning Mrs. Liu's eyes, "It's so beautiful! This is the first time I've seen the young lady Dai Yumei. Zidai is so beautiful! She doesn’t look like a real person anymore, she looks like she came out of a painting!”
Liu didn't exaggerate.
The last time at the Linshui Palace, Shen Nanbao fell into the trap of conventional beauty in order to cater to the "Gengshen Society" and not want to stand out too much.
Although he was wearing a refreshing outfit today, due to Xiao Yichen's head-shaking experience yesterday, his forehead was still a little green, so he covered it with Yu Meizi.
With such a slight change, the delicate outline has a unique look, like the sky after a light rain, the dew on the branches, full, clear, and brightening the eyes.
Shen Nanbao didn't have this awareness. When he heard Mrs. Liu's praise, he smiled in agreement, "It's just a matter of skin. Madam, you can't spoil me! I will take it seriously!"
Her mouth was sweet, and Mrs. Liu smiled even more when she heard it. He took her hand, put it in his palm and patted it gently, "I tell the truth, just take it seriously."
Mrs. Liu didn't notice Shen Nanbao's slight shock, so she just led her inside, never forgetting to say, "You're a late autumn fool, why are you so foolish as to be here? Why don't you go and make a cup of tea?" Here comes the tea!”
Then he led Shen Nanbao to sit on the kang chair. Behind him was the open sill window. The open and closed posture brought in the rich autumn light, jumping on the woven gold curtain, breaking into bright and fine awns. Lighting up the embroidery stand in front of him, the colorful threads reflected the light timidly, straight into Shen Nanbao's eyes.
She couldn't help but stay for a while.
Mrs. Liu noticed it and said with a smile: "I came here well prepared. I am determined not to ask you to make such a trip in vain."
As soon as the words were put to the ground, Wan Qiu walked up with tea in hand.
There were dried chrysanthemums placed in the two lamps. When boiling water was poured into them, the flowers came to life. They opened their petals little by little and slowly floated to the surface of the lamps. They were fat and white, like a drowned corpse, with a faint tinge. The smell of earthy grass.
Shen Nanbao therefore only took a sip and stopped moving. He stood up and walked to the embroidery stand, "My embroidery skills are not too exquisite. According to Madam's dignity, if you really want to ask for advice, I will actually tell the saint to let you know." The director is much better than me."
When saying this, Shen Nanbao looked at the embroidery thread in his hand, as if he was concentrating on splitting the thread.
In the corner of his eyes, Mrs. Liu's figure moved, one hand was raised, but her face was buried, as if she was drinking tea.
Shen Nanbao turned his head, and Mrs. Liu's eyes popped out of the lamp, causing a soft laugh, "I had some friendship with the saint in the past, but it was only superficial. If I do this for this I'm going to bother you with something..."
Ms. Liu snarled and said in a long tone, "It's so embarrassing."
As Shen Nanbao listened, he couldn't help but touch the golden bell on his waist with one hand, and Xiao Yichen's voice rang in his mind.
"Then Mrs. Yong Kangjun had some friendship with her friends before the saint came out of the palace, but the palace was strictly forbidden and the harem concubines were not allowed to leave without permission. The two of them rarely met each other, and even letters were not exchanged. But - not necessarily, either. It doesn’t count that the two people have really lost contact. For example, when the saint’s son, Prince Ning, is born every year, Mrs. Yong Kangjun always sends gifts one by one. Another example is that Mrs. Yong. Kangjun is pregnant with Liujia, and the saint sends a special The messenger gave me some medicine to induce a fetus."
not to mention……
In the previous life, the saint was able to push Chen Fangyan to that point, but in this life, he can only hide from others, so what's the problem?
Shen Nanbao was thinking deeply, and Mrs. Liu in the wall room had already put a lamp over, "I heard that the second girl can split this thread into eight strands?"
Shen Nanbao didn't answer, and just chopped the thread in his hand again and again until the thread was exposed to the skylight, almost as thin as a gossamer, and the appearance was invisible, and then he stopped.
Ms. Liu twisted the thread and clicked her tongue, "What a dexterous hand. I couldn't have split it..."
Shen Nanbao still had Jiyue Hefeng's smile on his face, "This is a job where practice makes perfect. If you get used to it more often and practice more diligently, anyone else will be able to do it like this."
"You are so humble..."
Mrs. Liu looked confused, but her eyes narrowed into crescent moons with a smile, "Come, let me see your craftsmanship, and I will steal a lesson from you."
Shen Nanbao then twisted up the thread and threaded it into the eye of the needle. The work with his two hands was not heavy, but embroidery was something that required concentration and concentration, so he had a straight face for a moment and sat there quietly stitching, moving the thread neatly.
She was sitting in the sun, with her head buried, thus exposing a section of her neck that looked like a carved tooth. The sun shone on it, and over time it became covered with a thin layer of powder. It was as soft and beautiful as the peach blossom powder that had recently emerged in Wa City. It was fragrant and satisfying. In an eight-sided compact with peony pattern.
When people see it, they can't help but want to smell it.
Ye Yuanlin, the third son of Yongkang County Mansion, came to the door at this moment.
The movement was not loud, but Mrs. Liu heard it clearly, and her eyes quickly moved behind him. In Chizhang's long mantle embroidered with cloud patterns, the golden light reflected the man's eyes.
Mrs. Liu hurriedly greeted her, "Why are you back so early today? Duchu is here too?"
Shen Nanbao raised his head when he heard the sound.
Just like that, when he raised his head, he met a pair of piercing eyes, like plunging into a puddle of mist, burning and choking.
Shen Nanbao couldn't help but suffocated when he heard Mrs. Liu smiling and saying, "It's a coincidence that you are here. Miss Xiao Er is bumping into the Prince's Palace to teach me embroidery."
After that, he waved to Shen Nanbao, called her to his side, pointed at the man in green robe on the side and said: "This is my youngest son, you can call him third brother, the other one... …”
Mrs. Liu glanced at the other side and laughed suddenly.
The man in Chizhang's long beard immediately understood what he meant, and he crossed his hands and bowed with his eyes calmly, "I am the eldest son of King Sheng Yi, Sheng Shizhou. Miss Xiao is the same as Mrs. Liu. Please call me Du Chu."
Shen Nanbao was startled when he heard the plain and straightforward words.
Mrs. Liu was also stunned for a moment, and the smile on her lips could no longer hold on, and she said sarcastically: "You are exactly the same as your mother. Looking at the square, the square is square, and the round is round, as if it has a nose and eyes. What happened is laughable."
Mrs. Liu was stunned, "How can you talk like that! We just met... If you ask the second girl to call you by your name, won't this arouse criticism from others!"
Then he turned his head and said to Shen Nanbao: "Don't be offended, that's the kind of person he is."
Shen Nanbao smiled, pretending not to be offended, but didn't answer.
Shengshizhou didn't bother, the atmosphere turned to ice for a moment, and a very quiet moment could be heard in the monastery.
Mrs. Liu felt embarrassed and picked up the cup to drink tea, but she couldn't hold it steady, and the wall of the gold-painted Lama cup banged against the Kang table.
There was a very clear sound, and it shook like thunder.
Although the tea was not spilled or the water was poured, Mrs. Liu still became more and more embarrassed.
But fortunately, she has always been able to cope with such scenes. Even though her ears were red, Mrs. Liu's expression was still calm. She picked up the cup and took a slow sip before introducing Shen Nanbao's embroidery to Shengshizhou and the others.
"Second Miss Xiao's embroidery is exquisite. She embroidered Concubine Shu's Hui Zhai. Come and take a look."
With that said, he led them to the embroidery stand.
But Shengshizhou and the others are men after all. If you ask them a few questions, they can talk to you. When you talk about embroidery, they will at most nod and say something like "incredible craftsmanship".
Anyway, as a compliment, everyone would drink that many times.
After clapping and praising, everyone fell into the same atmosphere as before. Shen Nanbao then said: "It's getting late, I have to go back."
She originally thought she would be stopped by Madam Liu, but she let her go without thinking and didn't ask Shengshizhou to send her away.
When Gengze was about to go out, Shen Nanbao clearly heard Sheng Shizhou's words, "I came here today because I have something I want to tell my aunt..."
Fengyue sat on the sedan chair on her way back and said slowly, "Are we thinking too much?"
Shen Nanbao touched the twin bells on his waist and shook it, "It is essential to be on guard against others. It is always right to be cautious."
In the palm of my hand, the twin bells began to shake slowly, like small furry insects fluttering and burrowing, making them itchy in a strange way.
Shen Nanbao couldn't help but curled up his lips, and even his tone was cheerful, "Otherwise, there won't be any place to cry when the time comes, right? What's more, I feel that it won't be long before Mrs. Yong Kangjun will come back again." He sent someone a message to invite me to your door."
really.
Within two days, when Shen Nanbao was still sharing tea in Zhenbao Pavilion, Mrs. Liu took Shengshizhou to the bunkhouse with her smiling face as before. From a distance, she could see the crystal sparkling in the rustling autumn light. Bright eyes.
"I heard from others that if you don't come to the shop often, the number of people who came to see you as 'Zhan Xuetao' would be ignored. They never thought that I would bump into you as soon as I came here. Is this considered a fate with you?"
The overly intimate tone made the young lady pay attention to it, but she only glanced at it and reminded the waiter who was about to go to Lin Jixuan, telling him to listen carefully, which would be of great benefit afterwards.
Song Jinghang couldn't help laughing when he heard this greeting, "You are so obsessed with listening to corners..."
The little lady glanced at him, and then fixed her gaze on the water painting in front of him, "You don't even look at who made the food you are eating now. As the saying goes, the hands of others are short, and the lips of cannibals are short, how can you still be so cowardly? So much to say! What's more, aren't you interested in our precious little sister with your little naughty things? If you pay more attention and pay attention, aren't you also helping to make connections for your little naughty little one?"
Song Jinghang was drinking with a cup in one hand. When he heard this, he choked and coughed hurriedly. His face turned red and his ears became red, and his voice became astringent, "Please stop talking about this. Brother Shi Fu has already Give up this idea..."
