On the night of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month, the Shuanghe Hall was not lit, and Lan Rui put a small wooden table in front of the window, and then moved a low hollow beauty stool. w

A teapot on the table and a few small and delicate teacups are all excellent bleeding glaze.

On a plate, several delicate pastries are arranged in the shape of a flower.

The third aunt changed into a wide-robed and large-sleeved moon shirt that she rarely wears, and she has been sitting at the window since the full moon rises, the curtains are not lowered, and the full moon is all clearly pasted on the window paper.

The third aunt is pouring and drinking alone.

The slender jade hand fell on the pale green bleeding glazed pot handle, lazily grabbed it, the spout was tilted obliquely towards a teacup, a wisp of clear and jade-like liquid slowly slipped into it, a few drops spilled outside, and it was full to overflow, the third aunt lazily put down the teapot, pulled her neck and bowed her head to the desk to sip the scattered liquid.

The aroma of the coar in the room gradually intensified.

It turned out that what she drank was not tea, but the best wine, Lingzhou snow, a specialty of Lingzhou Mansion.

It's just a matter of putting the liquor in a teapot and sipping it as a cup of tea.

Lan Rui added charcoal to the stove, warmed the kang, cleaned up the things that were freshened, and a pretty figure kept busy, and finally shook off a half-old blanket and spread it on the ground, and spread a quilt as well.

Then she knelt on the blanket and sighed.

"Lan Rui, come, let's have a toast-" The third aunt raised a glass of wine crookedly, shouted in her mouth, but did not wait, she raised her glass slightly at the bright moon in the air and raised her neck. The fluid had slid into his throat.

"Auntie, drink less—" Lan Rui reminded softly.

"Wine into the bowels of sorrow, turned into thousands of thoughts. Scattered and scattered, there is no trace to be found, only this bright moon, taking photos year after year, and Lan Rui by this side, accompanied by Lan Rui year after year-Lan Rui, I respect you-"

Lan Rui heard her suddenly have words in her mouth. It seemed like he was writing lyrics again, and he didn't dare to provoke him. My aunt is a stuffy person all year round, but on the full moon night of the sixteenth month of the first month, she has to get drunk alone, drunk and composing lyrics. A person babbles and reads, reads to the sad place, and cries so much that often Lan Rui can't pull her who is drunk like mud, and finally can only pull off a quilt on the kang and spread it on the ground, and place her on the ground to rest overnight.

Lan Rui already knew that the night of the sixteenth day of the first lunar month was the day when Mrs. Aunt married her master. It used to be a festive day, but now I think about it. But it was a sad night, so my aunt had to admire the moon alone and drink alcohol every year. Get drunk for a good time.

"Auntie, drink less--the slave still hasn't said anything-" Lan Rui came over with a green cloth bag and untied it, revealing two wooden boxes.

"Where did it come from?, is there anyone else who will give us gifts?" Lan Rui heard Mrs. Aunt's tongue a little bigger.

"What Jiaoyuan sent was the child daughter-in-law, and she said it was some fat powder. How did she know that our Shuanghetang had long since severed ties with things like fat powder and rouge. ”

As he spoke, he opened the box. A box of pink powder, a box of brown powder.

"Fat powder?" Lan Rui dug a little with her long nails like green onions, sniffed, and rubbed them in the palm of her hand to see, "It's like, it's not very like." She muttered.

"Ming'er, wipe it for me, whether it's fat powder or not, I'll rub it as fat powder-" The third aunt touched her face too much, "I don't smear some rouge gouache on this face, I'm afraid it will be rough into the wall." ”

Lan Rui frowned secretly, "Mrs. Auntie, this little girl casually makes zuò things, it looks very rough, how can you use it casually with your thin skin and tender meat, what if it damages your skin?"

Suddenly, the third aunt reached over and grabbed the box, almost snatching it from Lan Rui's hand, and her voice suddenly increased a few points, "Are you suspicious, she has a harmful heart?"

Lan Rui looked left and right nervously, in fact, there were only two of them in this Shuanghe Hall, and the rough envoy below had already fallen asleep, Lan Rui still lowered her voice, "The slave maid heard something yesterday, saying that the eldest lady was able to get pregnant, because she helped, and she personally gave the pulse and medicine to regulate pranayama." She took the mutilated son born to the miller's mother-in-law to the eldest lady and asked for adoption, and the eldest lady adopted without saying a word, and you said, if their relationship was not very good, could there be these things? Mrs. Auntie, you must know that they are mother-in-law and daughters-in-law after all—"

Hearing these words, the third aunt was too stunned, her weak fingers suddenly stiffened, and she tightly grasped the wine cup, and the small thin porcelain was crushed like that, and the fragments silently fell into the muscles, cutting out many small wounds on the index finger and thumb of the right hand at the same time.

Although the wound is small, it is painful and painful.

Lan Rui didn't find it, and the third aunt didn't say anything.

There are some pains that need to be borne by one person, just like the present and like the past.

I can't forget, I can't forget, because the pain goes to the bone.

"Lan Rui, what you said is true, could it be a lie?" her voice trembled.

The glass shattered, the liquor spilled, and every drop of wine that fell on the table reflected a bright and cold moonlight.

Her questioning was too surprised and too unbelievable to believe it, and even the moonlight seemed to tremble.

Lan Rui gritted her teeth, "Mrs. Auntie, this is news from Aunt Nine, so the slave maid thinks that it is more reliable than the news from other places, after all, the master often goes there." ”

The third aunt was too silent.

That's true.

Only the master can know the secret of the eldest lady, and only the master is willing to relay such an important secret to his most beloved woman.

Well, it's true.

This child daughter-in-law.

She suddenly opened the compact with her own hands.

It's still those two boxes of powder, and the smell of medicine is fragrant.

What do you mean? Suddenly come and send this?

If you don't send it late, you don't send it early, and it's dark and you suddenly send it in a hurry?

The third aunt's hand grabbed the box and gently bumped it on the table.

Lan Rui didn't stop it, Lan Rui said in her heart that this worthless thing would be fine even if it was smashed.

Fat powder fell down the cracks in the box.

For a while, the house was filled with fragrance.

Finally, the box broke, and the bones rolled to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

One of them was split in half.

Lan Rui got up and picked it up, ready to stuff it into the glove bucket.

"Bring it to me—" The third aunt suddenly stretched out her hand, and Lan Rui could only put the white wooden box back on the desk.

The box that had been filled with pink grease had all the fat powder inside, leaving only an empty box stained with grease powder.

The third aunt played with the box by the moonlight, that child, suddenly sent two boxes of fat powder, and it is not a precious good powder, even if the aunt of Liufu is not mixed well, it will not be rare for you to have two boxes of homemade coarse fat powder, she is not a foolish person, what is the meaning of doing this suddenly?

"Bang-bang-" She nonchalantly tapped the table with the empty box.

The last remaining fat powder in it is all gone.

"Huh?" she suddenly rolled up.

"Lan Rui, hurry up and take the lamp!"

An urgent shout frightened Lan Rui into a cold, her aunt's wife rarely lost her temper so much.

The candle flame was quickly lit, and the third aunt leaned too close to the lamp, took the empty box, looked carefully at the wall of the box inside, and read word by word......;

Lan Rui was dumbfounded, "It sounds like a prescription, but why are you writing the prescription here?"

"Lan Rui is waiting for pen and ink, I want to write it down!"

The small font is tied to the inner wall of the wooden box with a needle tip word by word, and then it is filled with reddish-pink grease powder, which falls off, and some of the remaining ones are inlaid in the handwriting, which reflects a thin circle of words.

If, at the beginning, it is known that even the box is thrown into the glove bucket, the handwriting will not be found, and if, if the subordinates are rewarded to use it, most of the subordinates are illiterate, and finally the handwriting will soon be undiscovered.

Only when you really cherish this thing and use it up little by little, can you find the words left in the box.

It's been a lot of work.

Why?

Can't you just write it on paper?

Are you afraid that someone will find out? or are you unwilling to do that, and want to do a test first.

What did she want to probe?

The third aunt is too man?

The night wind was still beating on the window lattice, and Lan Rui looked at her aunt's aunt who was writing under the lamp, and couldn't help but feel in a trance for a while, what was wrong with her aunt? What kind of prescription made her so fascinated? On this sixteenth night in previous years, the moon was on the window lattice, and the third aunt must have been drunk for a long time, and she needed to carry her to the cotton blanket before she could fall asleep.

Tonight's aunt suddenly forgot to drink and admire the moon and be sad for the moon alone, she copied the list word by word, and then threw the empty box into the hearth, watching it turn into a bright flame, Lan Rui heard the aunt sigh, "I'm saved." (To be continued.) )>