Chapter 41 That side

Pine and green silk satin, embroidered with willow leaves and swallows in one corner, the background color is the season, the embroidery worker is Jinger, Jinger is the season, that is the best match.

It was embroidered in the middle of the night, and it will be finished by the fifth update. Bu Nuan took the sweat towel in his hand and looked carefully against the lights on the candlestick. With great thought, it was meticulous to a feather, the tip of a claw, and even the small eyes of pepper grains were shining, as if they would fly with a breath. She smiled sweetly, imagined her uncle hanging it on her waist, and felt that she could be with him all the time.

She rubbed her neck and sat down in the armchair on the edge of the long case. Turning his head and looking, it was about to dawn, and the morning light reflected on the window paper and gradually turned white. The sound of frogs by the lake is hidden, and occasionally one or two sounds are also thin and unsustainable. The sun has only risen a foot high, and the sun can't hit the branches. If you know it, you will be in a sip. In this way, the world is rare and pure at the moment of the transition between the night and the day.

Yesterday, the wet nurse talked with her for a long time, and seemed to smell some unusual smell. From "Female Rule" to "Female Admonition", she sprinkled for more than half an hour and repeatedly advised her, and then Bu Nuan found that the wet nurse's eloquence was so good.

But those who speak are obedent, and those who listen to it are connoid. Jin Yuliang's words passed through her ears, and Bu Nuan didn't understand what she wanted to express. If it was just a restraint, she would have heard these words in the early years and would never want to review it again. So she agreed verbally, but still insisted on her persistence, although she didn't know what she insisted on.

The opening drum in the world sounded, one after another. Thirty-two Street is continuous, like a big cover, surrounding Chang'an in the morning.

She hurried to push the window. As soon as she held the fork pole, she saw her uncle with wide sleeves, a neat crown and was extinguishing the windlight under the mast.

She was excited and turned back to the mirror and squeezed her head. Open the makeup box, pick up the face, move your fingers around, and pour a box of jewelry upside down. Finally, I found the silver bun I bought on the day of the Dragon Boat Festival in the small drawer at the bottom, took it in my mouth, and tied a bun three times.

The photos were taken back and left and right, which is not very gorgeous, a bit like a Taoist boy with lamp oil in the Taoist temple. She laughed at herself. That's it. That's all she has to dress up. The important thing is to use the dress. She is satisfied.

Put on half of your arm to pull the door of the bedroom. The door frame crossed the track, and the sound was particularly obvious in the building. Looking out, the maids in the hall began to walk around, and the door of the next door was also open. The light in the window shone on the wood carvings on the wall, and a dark shadow floated in the deep place.

She didn't care about anything else, pressed the sweat towel tightly on her chest, put on her heavy shoes and ran out.

Running with a stuffy head, I heard the expulsion wet nurse shouting "Oh, where are you going?" behind her. She didn't answer. She rushed out of the door and ran happily, as if she had suddenly broken free from the confinement. She had become the most arrogant thing in her life.

The person at the other end of the water corridor saw her and stood straight on the platform. She ran to the head of the Miji Bridge and hesitated in front of the waterfront. He hates to come uninvited. He doesn't speak, and she doesn't dare to talk to herself.

She waved her hand, "Auncle, can I go there?"

He seemed to think about it for a moment and finally nodded.

She lifted her skirt and ran to him. He stood with his hands on his back. Seeing her getting closer, the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.

"Why is it so early?" He stepped forward to meet her, "slow down and fall carefully!"

She was in a hurry and couldn't help rushing straight into his arms. He paused, held her, took two steps back, and smiled, "It's irritable. Your wet nurse wants to talk about you when she sees it."

"Ale her to say it, I just thought I didn't hear it." She looked up at him with a smile, "I have something for you."

Her face was bathed in the morning light, and the sun covered her cheeks with a layer of oily membranes, looking like a golden bodhisattva. He looked down at her, "What is it?"

She took out her sweat towel and handed it over and smiled childishly, "I promise to pay you a new one. Look, do you still like it?"

There was still her body temperature on the sweat towel. He grasped it hard and looked at it. He joked, "Good craftsmanship, it's really useful to take care of the children. Now he knows how to honor his uncle."

She said andly, "They embroidered all night, not to hear you rely on the old and sell the old."

Sure enough, she had a faint blue shadow at the present, and he said helplessly, "Who wants you to pay for it? I still have a lot in my box, and I'm not in a hurry to use it. In the bottom of her heart, she was secretly happy. The last time Lan Sheng got her a complicated one, and this time he finally found it back.

She said, "That's different. This is what I made!"

He hummed, took a closer look, and found a row of small words on the corner - Huifeng cloth warm. His thumb flashed over the two words behind him, turned his back and pinned it under his blasphemy chest.

Her warmth dissipated, and the silk was printed with cold hiss. He was suddenly a little confused and didn't understand why he treasured it. I want to hang up again, but I still give up. That's it, it's just a sweat towel!

Bu Nuan is very excited and has a childlike sense of achievement. She asked eagerly, "Do you like it? Do you like it or not?

He squeezed his lips and smiled, "Of course I like it very much."

She fell to the ground with her toes and calmed down instead. After a while, he asked, "Are you going to the army today?"

He looked north at the Bi washing table, and his voice was a little dull. "After a while, I have to accompany Zhixian back to Ye's house. The last Dragon Boat Festival was neglected, and I always have to compensate for it. Everyone in the clan is waiting to see!"

She didn't say anything and her eyes dimmed. He is a person who is used to being thoughtful, and even if he is reluctant, he can do it smoothly. Zhixian is his wife who is about to pass through the door, and it is reasonable for him to take care of her.

"I heard that Sister Zhixian is going to live in her mother's house. When will she leave? I'll see you off later." She smiled and said, "I haven't seen you for half a month!"

Half a month has been an unexpected harvest for him. He tied the rope that lifted the lantern on the mast, pounced on his hand and said, "Go and ask your grandmother to leave. It's not hot. It's better on the road." He said, "Don't send it off. You haven't slept all night. Go back and rest!"

She shook her head and smiled, "It won't be too late to sleep after I send you. It's strange that you said you would go back to Ye's house with her, and it sounded like going back to the door three times!" She covered her mouth and yawned and said, "I'll go back to clean up first and wait for you at my grandmother later."

He answered, watched her turn to the shore, walked more than ten steps and asked, "When will you come back?"

"Yefu is not far from Chang'an. It's enough to go back and forth in a day." He said, "If I can make it, I will come back tonight."

Coming back tonight is the same as doing a job in the government office. She slowly walked back and said that she should have been like this. How could she live in someone else's house without getting married? However, they are cousins. Even if they don't get married, it's probably okay to spend the night.

She flattened her mouth and said, "If it's too late", is it too late or not? She bit her lip and walked quickly. She really hates ambiguity! She even felt that Zhixian could go back by herself. Why did she have to send it to her uncle? The woman is too coquettish, and she looks down on her.

The more you think about it, the more angry you are. Shaking his head hard, the silver bun came out of his bun and hit the bridge with a bang.

She was dumbfounded, her hair was loose, and her shoulders were covered. She quickly gathered her hands and didn't dare to look back. She picked up the hairpin awkwardly and ran into the smoke tower.

The nurse had pity in her eyes and didn't ask anything. She just said, "Go eat something!" The old lady hired a tailor to cut your clothes today.

Xiangong and Yulu came to wait for her to change her clothes. Yulu said, "Did you have anything to talk to the sixth prince early in the morning? He ran out so hard and didn't wash his face. Does the sixth son think you look like a unkempty ghost?

She didn't say anything, just pouted and sat in front of the upturned desk. Xiangong sighed, "It's also the good/sex of the six princes. If the master saw you like this, it would be strange not to stand on the wall!"

"What did you do when the lights were on in your room last night?" The jade stove dipped it in osmanthus oil and gave it to her grate one after another, looking at her from the mirror, "Who provoked our overlord? Look at this unhappy face, I think I'm being scolded by the sixth son!"

"No." She was impatient, "Hurry up, I'm going to Wodan Garden to invite you!"

So he quickly took his bun, changed his clothes quickly, ate breakfast quickly, and hurried out of the Yanbo Tower.

Zhixian has been here for a long time, with four or five maidservants on the side. The old lady sent someone to take the burden from the back room and gave it to the people around Zhixian one by one, which really made her daughter-in-law go back to her mother's house.

"Be careful on the road. I asked someone to prepare an ice panty and put it in the cellar, and send someone to pick it up when I get on the car." Lin patted Zhixian's hand and said, "I will take good care of your father and mother. I will pass when I arrive at Weixi's good days. Liulang didn't go to the house to worship during the Dragon Boat Festival. I'm afraid that your grandfather and mother won't say anything and feel uncomfortable. At least you are thoughtful in front of them, saying good words to Liulang and taking care of his face.

Zhixian smiled and said, "Auntie, don't worry, I'll save it."

"That's right. I don't worry about it. Isn't Liulang's face your face? No one hits you in the face!" Lin's cloth warmed him and said to Zhixian in his arms, "Just go. I have a warm companion, and I can't be lonely."

Zhixian smiled at Bu Nuan, "That's right. I'm relieved that Nuan'er is here."

Bu Nuan just felt that her smile was fake and not as warm as before. But resistance is only in private, and it is not easy to show on the surface. She didn't know where the hypocrisy came from and took her arm affectionately. "I won't see my sister for a while, and I won't talk, just like my grandmother said. Have a good trip!"

Zhixian said, "I'm sorry for your good words. When I'm not in the house, my grandmother asked you to take care of me. I thank you first. When you come to Gaoling, I will take you out to eat belly. Gaoling's flower belly is unique, and many literati go there admiration.

Bu Nuan said sweetly, but secretly sneered. She took care of her grandmother's request for her to come and asked her. She allaped to be the hostess of Shen's mansion!

As he spoke, Rong Yu came up from the corridor and changed into a thin sky-blue robe, with a cloud head and waist seal on his waist, hollowing out the pattern of Fushou. There are no complicated seven things, with two sachets, zero and Dingding, but they are extremely old and heavy. Bu Nuan saw him wearing a folded scarf, and the hard black gauze was wrapped with arbitrary edges. Lang Lang stood under the eaves, which was not the accommodating and tolerance of Confucian scholars, nor the generals swallowing mountains and rivers. Between the two, there was a clear posture of world affairs.