When she returned to the embroidery building, she immediately dipped her hands into the hot water in the tub and rubbed the red and swollen areas on her palms vigorously.
Cui He stood by and looked at her red and swollen palms, feeling heartbroken:
"These three girls have all used some dirty tricks to cause the girls to be punished."
She slowly calmed down and quickly rubbed her hands with the silk: "I've been used to it for a long time. I just see that she is my biological sister and don't care about her! My sisters, don't break your friendship over trivial things!"
"Girls always give in. Just don't encourage this evil trend."
"I am measured. If she goes too far, I will not let her go."
Cuihe gently rubbed the redness and swelling between her jade palms, and said: "Girl, you can't keep going like this! Don't have a quarrel with the Lord next time."
She slowly took out her hand again, sat on the bed and said softly: "Why not? This is my own life, why can't I let it go by myself? I was arranged like this when I was only twelve years old. I have to resist if I don't want to." in the end."
"But girl, King Yong has been recalled by His Majesty. He is expected to arrive in the capital tomorrow and the day after. It will be difficult to deal with it then."
She paused, looked at the branch of red plum outside the window and said: "I don't know what happened. When I was young, he loved me like a father and doted on me. But six years later, I already have my own thoughts. Now I really don't know what to do with him." What kind of feelings does he have?"
In the embroidery building, she walked lightly to the fence and looked at the red plum blossom in trance. The delicate bones passed between her fingers. She couldn't help but think of her sweetheart, and drew a deep line in her heart: "I , I understand what I want, and I also know that I want to stay with the one I love, but Yuan Gong, do you know my heart?"
What she said was love, and what she thought in her heart could not be replaced by anyone. Yuan Gong was the prince and prime minister Wan Yanliang at that time. He was powerful, ambitious and coveted his cousin Wanyan Dan. He has been on the throne for many years, and he only wants to replace him, so most people in the world avoid him. But in Qingya's heart, he is talented, majestic and gentle, and is irreplaceable by all things in the world.
Cuihe lowered his head and lowered his eyes and said: "Girl, you are still thinking about the Prime Minister! Don't worry about what I say, I'm afraid he will show mercy to you because of the power of your mother's clan, girl!"
She heard these words and immediately dismissed them: "Why do you say that? Don't believe the rumors. It's not like you haven't seen His Highness in his daily life. He is high-spirited and has a gentle attitude. He is by no means what the world says." So treacherous and cunning."
"Girl, you are still young, so you must not know anything. Don't waste your love."
She looked at Cui He's drooping little eyebrows, and then looked at Su Ye Qianli in the distance. She touched the frost on the wooden fence with her hands and said in a firm tone: "Don't say any more, what is he like?" Man, I understand that he is the best in my heart."
She was young and frivolous, and only believed in the so-called emotions, but she didn't listen to anything others said. But when she calmed down and thought about it, she probably didn't know how to face these two men in the future, nor where to go.
The cold wind blew by, and the petals of the red plum blossoms were blown all over the sky, falling lightly on her yellowish curly hair. Looking from the bottom up, the woman was melancholy in the boudoir, and the woman was alone with the plum blossoms. She was lonely, and no one knew about it.
On the second day, she got up early and practiced the pipa by the railing of the embroidery building. She sat in an armchair, held the pipa in her hand and played it carefully. At the end of the day, all the maids passing by downstairs whispered and praised him privately.
"Second girl, you play the pipa so well!"
"Yes! Yes, the second girl is so talented, I really don't understand why the master is partial."
"Yes! Always favoring the third girl!"
She could clearly hear the private conversations of several people upstairs, but she didn't pay attention to them. She knew in her heart that no matter how good she was, there would be no disturbance in the hearts of the Li family, so she ignored them and stayed alone with Mei. And look.
"What are you talking about?" A voice as clear as pearls reached their ears. Everyone turned around and saw that it was Wanyan Ying, Princess of Jiaxiang.
She originally wanted to play with Qing Ya, but she saw a lot of people talking about Xiu Sir, so she approached curiously.
As a daughter of the royal family, she is the sister of the prime minister of the dynasty. She is the fourteenth year of Cardamom. She is dressed in a green lotus-colored dress, with half of her hair tied up with gold hairpins, gold beads in her ears, and a colorful necklace hanging around her neck. There are silk beads on her shoulders, and the sound of jade rings on her waist. Her eyes are clear with stars, her face is like frost and snow, and her cheeks are crimson. With a slight movement, all the beauty of the past is lost, and every frown and smile is like the warmth of the spring sun.
When everyone saw her, they all fell to the ground and said, "Best wishes, Princess!"
She smiled playfully, waved her sleeves and said, "It's all gone!"
The little maid dispersed, she raised her head and shouted: "Qingya, come down quickly, I will tell you something!"
Qingya lowered her head and saw her through the red plum tree, and immediately raised a smile: "The princess is here, I will go down now!"
Qingya put down her pipa with a smile and walked down the stairs. When Wanyanying saw her, she immediately pulled her hand: "Look at you, you are quite diligent. You practice pipa early in the morning."
"I am a humble person. If I don't increase my talents, I really don't know what I am good at!" She lowered her head and bowed her head.
Wan Yanying patted her shoulder: "Qingya, don't be humble, you are more talented than me."
"Don't praise me like that. I have to weigh myself clearly."
The two of them walked on the corridor. Wan Yanying watched her calm for a moment and then immediately pulled her to leave: "Okay, don't worry about it anymore. Qingya, hurry up. Fourth brother has been waiting outside the house for a long time!"
Qingya took a step back: "But..."
"Oh! Didn't your father go to court? Finally, my brother took a day off from work. Don't waste your time."
The two of them trotted past the entrance of Weilan Garden and met the elegant and young mother Gong Ren Wugu Lunshi. She was wearing a plain robe and her hair was tied up in a casual bun. She walked in with six-year-old Li Xianke. Seeing the two of them running and jumping happily on the corridor, he asked, "Princess, where are you going?"
Wan Yanying was a clever girl. She rolled her eyes and said with a smile, "Gongren, Qingya and I can go and practice painting together. Is that possible?"
"Sister, is that okay?"
Kyouto hesitated a little and glanced into the distance again: "Okay! Look, your father is about to go to court at this time. Come back earlier and don't cause more trouble in Qiguo Mansion."
Qingya nodded obediently, and Wanyanying immediately pulled her out and walked out with broken steps. The two of them bloomed like two flowers in the pure courtyard.
And Li Xianke, the fourth young man of the Li family, saw the two people leaving, raised his head and said, "Sister, I also want to be with my second sister."
Gongren touched the braid on the back of Xianke's head, then smoothed his hair and straightened his forehead, and said: "Where are the boys and girls together? If others see it, they will laugh at it, so just treat it well." Read and write! Have you finished reading the books your father asked you to read?"
Xianke immediately replied: "I have finished reading it a long time ago, so I will recite it to my sister immediately!"
He used all his strength to hold Kyouto's hand and walked toward his room, while Kyouto turned her head and glanced at Qingya's retreating back. She felt uneasy at all, and then followed him away for a moment.
