The snow didn't stop until midnight, and the next morning, Xuan Miaoer and Xuan Anhao began to have a snowball fight outside the yard, and Qianmo and Xuan Anrui were also pulled out, and Xuan Linger smiled and watched from the side, but said that he didn't participate in anything.

After lunch, Xuan Miaoer went to the Zuimiao Calligraphy and Painting Workshop, the drunken boy has not come back yet, Xuan Miaoer expected that Qianmiao would not come back too early, after all, it snowed yesterday, and it was not easy to walk on the road.

She walked around the calligraphy and painting workshop a few times, there was a caretaker, and the workers inside were all in good order, Xuan Miaoer just read it once, and she was very satisfied, and she didn't say anything more, and returned to the desk in the main room.

Sitting at the table, she remembered the room in her previous life, and she felt a little nostalgic, and casually drew her previous room, but things like TVs and computers naturally wouldn't be drawn, if they were seen by the ancients, they wouldn't think she was sick in the brain.

But while painting, she suddenly remembered that most of the current fabrics are embroidered patterns, if it can be printed in batches, the coarse cloth is also beautiful, especially to make some bedding, four-piece sets or something to sell, that is not a good way to make money.

Thinking about it, she began to draw the bedding, the ancient quilt covers are sewn on, how can there be modern ones that are easy to disassemble and wash, the more she thinks about it, the more energetic she is, and she draws a few sets casually.

Think about some of the styles of the flower cloth are also good-looking, and also paint a few styles, all of which are simple, there are sunflowers, orchids, and plain bamboo, cypress pine, thinking that I will see a thousand drunken sons for a while, but some say that I was still thinking about books, and it takes a long time to prepare.

Her thoughts were still floating, and she heard a voice outside, knowing that it was a thousand drunken sons who came back, she hurriedly ran out, and she couldn't blame her for running often, now that she is smaller, her legs are short, and she always feels that she is slow to do anything.

As soon as I arrived at the door, I saw the narrow eyes under the dazzling mask of the drunken boy: "Brother Qiandrunk, you're back." I saw that it was snowing yesterday, and I thought you would come back late. ”

The drunken boy strode to the door: "I'm afraid you're in a hurry, I'll walk a little early in the morning, this official road is not difficult to walk." ”

As he spoke, the drunken boy walked to the door. Qianshu came over with a broom to sweep the snow on his shoes, and when he finished sweeping, he was just about to take the big from Qiandrunken Gongzi, when a woman behind him stepped forward: "I'll come." ”

Only then did Xuan Miaoer notice the woman behind the drunken son, fourteen or fifteen years old. The dress is a little indescribable, and it feels like a servant or a master, because the style of dressing on the body should be inferior, but the tone and feeling seem to have a very high status.

She didn't dare to guess more, thinking about the three wives and four concubines of the ancients, this woman might be some kind of maid or something from the drunken son, she didn't want to do much, but the drunken boy didn't introduce it, and she didn't need to ask.

Entered the house. The two sat down, the woman stood behind the drunken son, Xuan Miaoer concluded in her heart that this was a servant, but generally only Qianmo and Qianshu can enter this house, this woman should be valued by the drunken son.

But this has nothing to do with herself, she sat down, she thought about pouring a cup of hot water for the drunken son, after all, it was still three or nine days after a morning of work.

But as soon as she picked up the teapot, the woman hurriedly came over and grabbed the teapot: "Childe is used to me serving." "Such a grab. The water overflowed and sprinkled on Xuan Miao'er's arm.

was scalded by the water, Xuan Miaoer was startled, stood up and shook the hot water in her hand.

The drunken boy also stood up suddenly. Step in front of Xuan Miaoer: "I'll take a look, are you burned?"

Although Xuan Miao'er felt a little painful, it was brewed tea after all, not freshly boiled, and it couldn't be burned, but her hands and neck were red.

The drunken boy didn't care that there were still people around. grabbed Xuan Miaoer's arm: "It's all red, it's okay." Then he said to Qianshu: "Go and get the scald medicine." ”

Qianshu and Qianmo didn't take the initiative to get the scald medicine just now because the water at this temperature really won't burn people, but it will hurt.

At this time, seeing that Qiandrunken Boy was so nervous, Qianshu hurried to get the medicine.

Xuan Miao'er looked at Qian Drunken Boy so closely, and felt more familiar, but she still hadn't contacted anyone she knew.

Qianshu took the ointment and handed it to the drunken boy, who opened the medicine bottle and carefully rubbed the medicine on Xuan Miaoer, but Xuan Miaoer didn't refuse, he was only eleven years old, what were he afraid of.

After wiping the medicine, the drunken boy let go of Xuan Miao'er's hand: "Be careful these days, take this medicine back, and wipe it yourself sooner or later." ”

"I'm fine, don't be so nervous, I'm used to my work, I'm not so squeamish. Xuan Miao'er put down her sleeves, it really didn't hurt.

At this time, Qiandrunken Gongzi turned to look at the woman: "Qianxue, you haven't apologized to Miao'er yet." ”

That Qianxue looked at Qianzui Gongzi very reluctantly: "Childe, I didn't mean to. ”

The voice of the drunken boy dropped a few degrees and said: "I still don't understand the rules, apologize!"

"Childe, you haven't said that about me before, is it worth it for an outsider? Besides, she is a farmer's girl, why should I apologize?" Qianxue waited for Xuan Miao'er with disdain, with all kinds of hatred in her eyes.

"Why, because he is my friend of the drunken boy, the owner of this drunken calligraphy and painting workshop, and because she is the master and you are the servant, there is a difference between respect and inferiority, do you still understand the rules?" The tone of the drunken boy made the temperature around him a little colder.

"I've been serving my son's food, clothing, and living for almost ten years, if my son says a few words to me for a daughter, I'll admit it, but she's not worthy, and I'm not at ease in the capital these days, and I want to come back, I think it's what kind of beauty hooks Childe's heart, but is she worthy?" Qianxue said aggrieved and shed tears.

Xuan Miao'er was inexplicable, she poured water by herself, and didn't do anything else, besides, she was still a child, okay?

The cold air around Qianzui Gongzi became heavier and heavier, and he unconsciously clasped the outside of his thigh with the fingers of his right hand: "Qianxue, I think you need to re-understand your position, you are a servant and not a master, go out." "The last one out was almost yelling.

Qianxue covered her face and ran out crying.

The moment Xuan Miaoer saw the drunken boy clasping the outside of his thigh with his middle finger, she finally thought clearly, she prided herself as smart, and let this Hua Jiye deceive her miserably, this thousand drunken sons are Hua Jiye's guys.

Look at the soles of his shoes again, there must be a design with an inner height, and the mole at the corner of the eye, can you draw it, as for the voice of the voice, is this the internal force can be changed? No wonder I have always felt familiar. (To be continued.) )