025 more the better

Does the girl want to sing "Snow Lotus" that day? What kind of song is this? I have never heard of it. When did the girl learn it? Ha ha, in fact, the maidservant has always wanted to ask the girl something. I have been with the girl for so many years, and I never knew that the girl can sing..."

Bitong stood next to the Qingyu case, grinding with her sleeves in her hand, while constantly asking questions.

Since he cooperated with the master to collect petals and went to the sound building for field inspection and exercise, he unconsciously got a lot closer to the master. Although she has been with her master since she was a child, she is a close maid, but like other close girls in Cheng's house, she has to abide by her master's superiority and inferiority, and the maids especially believe in "disaster comes from her mouth" and dare not say more easily. Otherwise, she will be punished small and laughed at a lot. If she is demoted to a rough girl, she will not turn over. However, the master has always been generous and usually says little. She only knows that she is sad, so she is rarely punished. But since the master died, she has become much more cheerful, and the whole Yanran Pavilion has also become more beautiful. She also relaxed her vigilance and talked more.

Cheng Xueyan naturally won't feel that there is any suspicion of tyrannism, but Bitong's every question always makes her speechless, because she can't say that her idea is unheard of because she comes from modern times, but fortunately...

"Does Mr. Gu have a lot of miscellaneous books?"

Bitong's hand stopped and her eyes suddenly lit up: "It's not just miscellaneous books, his strange things... I said, the girl is really close to Zhu, but he is not 'Zhu', er..."

It was really a disaster, but she looked at the girl's face and didn't mean to be angry, because the girl was staring at the ivory tube in her hand.

Why did the ancients use brushes? Softly lying down, his posture of holding the pen is also quite beautiful, but he trembling as soon as he falls on the paper. It's not that I haven't used a soft pen, but makeup is okay, just write and draw...

Cheng Xueyan wanted to draw a pattern of the performance uniform, but after doing it for a long time, she only made a large and small pile of ink and a few curved and thick lines on the rice paper.

Bitong also looked at the girl's masterpiece: "The girl originally said she wanted to draw clothes, but she turned out to draw plum blossoms..."

Cheng Xueyan's face was particularly ugly.

"The girl really learned a lot from Mr. Gu San's painting is hard to find..."

Bitong shook her head.

"Does he draw very well?" Cheng Xueyan asked angrily.

"Well," Bitong nodded repeatedly: "The painted peonies can attract even bees and butterflies. Once, Xiaoxi, his personal boy, cut a cuckoo he drew and put it in a cage. As a result, he only flew from outside the cuckoo and hit the cage desperately to save it. What's more, he drew a picture of a beauty, just a back, but Wang said that it was a real person. He handed him over and only asked for a look. It's just a painting, but Wang Yuan took it seriously and came to him two days to ask for someone. Captain Gu found that the third son had caused trouble again and scolded him for not thinking about how to get fame, but he was so angry that he wanted to interrupt his hand..."

"It's better to draw a front picture and give it to the king, and let him solve the lovesickness..."

"Isn't it? However, the third son was afraid that he would be more troublesome when he looked at the front, so he thought of a unique trick..."

"What's the trick?"

Bitong smiled mysteriously: "He painted the beauty into a pouty face..."

She couldn't help laughing: "I've caused a serious illness outside Wang, and I won't mention it again after that..."

"These three sons are really people who can do something about it."

Cheng Xueyan didn't notice the admiration on Bitong's face at all. She just looked at the brush in her hand and suddenly her eyes lit up: "Is there any goose feathers?"

"What... goose feather?" Bitong's mind did not turn around for a moment.

"Yes, go and get me a goose feather, no, two... No, bring as many as you want, complete, preferably long feathers on the wings..."

"What does the girl want to do with goose feathers?"

"Don't ask so much, you will know when you find it."

"Yes, the maidservant is going."

"Wait..."

Bitong turned around and bowed his head and waited for instructions.

"Don't always be slaves in the future. It sounds awkward."

Bitong opened her eyes wide and said incoherently: "Then I...no, how can I...everyone..."

"Yes, it's good to call yourself 'I'..."

"I... Er, I... No, Bitong knows..."

Bitong finally took a compromise, bent her knees, and Fang Cheng went out in fear.

Cheng Xueyan sighed that too many thoughts have long been deeply rooted, and it is really not easy to change.

She picked up the ink emblem on the porcelain inkstone and unconsciously looked at the pine crane pattern embossed on it.

Soon, there was a small sound of footsteps on the stairs. As soon as the thin bamboo curtain was lifted, Bitong came in with a large handful of goose feathers. Her little face blushed and her eyes flashed with excitement.

"Girl, look!" She happily spread the goose feathers on the table.

"Why so many?"

Cheng Xueyan was shocked. She does pay attention to the more the better, but this is too...

"Sneeze--" She is a little allergic to hair.

"Girl, guess who gave so many goose feathers?" Bitong's eyes are shining.

"Who?" Cheng Xueyan covered her nose with a veil.

"M Mother Tang."

"Who is that?"

"Did the girl forget? It's the Tang Mama who knelt in the Yanran Pavilion a few days ago and begged the girl not to drive her out..."

Cheng Xueyan blinked, and there was indeed such a thing. She scolded Mother Tang for Bitong that day. How could she please herself in turn?

"Girl, you have to show them some color, otherwise they will really take themselves as their masters. Look," Bitong arranged the feathers one by one: "I just went to the kitchen to inquire if she had bought a goose today. Mother Tang called me across two pots. She simply flew over. Fortunately, she was so fat. Then he rubbed his hand against the skirt and grabbed my hand, asking questions, and said that if the girl was short, she would ask her for anything. She has recently studied several new dishes and sent them to the girl to taste first.

Bitong followed Mother Tang's appearance and said slowly, "I almost couldn't interrupt. When she stopped, I said that I was here to ask for goose feathers. Her eyes were about to smile, and she kept saying, 'Is it a girl who wants it? This is easy to do, this is easy to do...' Then he ran to the goose cage. This is not her job, but she didn't let Yuanzi intervene. She directly grabbed the goose out of the cage and pulled the hair, straightened the goose and screamed. I said that the girl only needs the feathers on her wings. Thanks to what I said, otherwise the goose would be completely bald. As a result, she grabbed the eight geese in the cage one by one to pluck their feathers..."

Bitong couldn't hide her pride: "When she left, she sent it all the way, and almost sent the goose feathers herself..."

Cheng Xueyan shook her head and smiled bitterly. Man is really a strange creature. Sometimes you treat him well, and he treats you as a fool and tramples on you everywhere; you are not good to him, but he thinks you are a character and holds you all the time.

She picked up a slender goose feather, asked Bitong to take the scissors, weighed it, and cut it diagonally against the feather tube.

Bitong saw that she took the tip to dip the ink, hurriedly took the white jade water and poured some water into the inkstone, studied it again, and then saw that the feather tube dipped in ink drew a clear line on the rice paper.

"It's done!"

She once saw foreigners use a goose-hair pen in the play and didn't know its structure. This time, she just tried it and succeeded. Although it was still a little difficult to draw things and had to dip ink from time to time, at least her hands did not shake. She waved her hand excitedly, and the ink flew out and clicked a string of black pearls on Bitong's face, who was curious to watch.

"Don't move!"

Bitong was about to wipe, but she hurriedly stopped her.

After watching carefully, I added a few strokes on it. As a result, a cold plum slanted out of the snow, which added a few heroic posture to Bitong's beautiful face.

Bitong looked in the mirror for a long time and didn't get a reason.

Also, people in this era should have no feeling about body painting, and what's more troublesome is that Bitong washed the pattern almost at night at the cost of removing the skin.

It took two days to finally draw the pattern and find Bitong.

"Do you know who tailors the clothes of the people in the house?"

"Although it is a female red, the owner's clothes are mostly made in a tailoring workshop outside. The craftsmanship is excellent, but the price is very high, so only the official eunuchs will go there. And our servants' clothes are only during the Spring Festival. If the master is happy, they will be sent to the tailoring workshop to do it, but more often we do it ourselves or pick up the clothes that the master doesn't want. Of course, they are 70% or 80% new, but we have to change it a little, otherwise we will be suspected of ulging. Some girls with good face will also go to a special clothing factory, which is not very famous but very good..." Bitong looked at the pattern for a long time: "Girls should send this dress to the tailoring workshop, but the manual cost is at least 20 taels of silver."

She frowned in embarrassment: "The girl may have forgotten. Thirty taels of silver will be received every month before the girl comes out of the cabinet, which is the ten-two monthly case of the women in the house and the twenty-two salary of the Guanju Hall. It's not the beginning of the month yet, and the monthly case has not been divided. And the girl didn't go to Guanji Hall for the time being, so according to her wife, it is still a question whether this month's case can be sent..."

"I don't have any... private money?"

A set of clothes costs nearly a month, and the consumption level in ancient times was really high.

Bitong smiled bitterly: "Did the girl forget? The girl sent the remaining money every month to Ganlu Temple to add sesame oil money. How can there be..."

Buddha, you must bless me! Cheng Xueyan prayed to God.

"If a girl is in urgent need of money, she can only take jewelry..."

Go to Dang?

She opened her makeup and picked up this one. It was difficult to give up and pick up that one.

"Actually, there is a way not to spend money..."

"You didn't say it earlier?"

Cheng Xueyan immediately put on her makeup.

"That's..."

"What is it?"

"Find someone, it's just that she... is not easy to talk to..."

"Who?"

"Li Yan."