After Lan Xin finished speaking to the empty room, the room was still quiet, as if nothing had happened to her just now. Raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows, feeling groggy in his head.

"Girl. Mother Zhen called softly, put the tray in her hand on the table, watched Lan Xin keep rubbing her eyebrows, and asked with concern, "Girl, do you feel a headache?"

"Mother Jane, why are you here?" Lan Xin asked with a smile, raising her head. Mother Zhen pointed to the tray on the table and said softly: "After the old slave went back, he saw that the white fungus lotus seed and red date porridge was just ready, so the old slave brought a bowl to the girl. ”

Lan Xin smiled and said, "It's hard mom, it's just that I don't want to drink it now, so let's put it there first." ”

Zhen's mother didn't come to deliver porridge when she went and returned, and seeing that Lan didn't want to drink it, she didn't force it, and asked with concern: "When the old slave came in just now, I saw that the girl was pressing her head, but she felt a headache?"

Lan Xin looked at Mother Zhen with bright eyes, shook her head with a smile and said, "It's not that it hurts, it's just that my head feels a little heavy." ”

"It's almost the New Year's Day, and the girl must be tired. Mother Zhen said, "The old slave has learned some massage techniques, why don't you go to the bed and lie down for a while, and the old slave will press the girl's head." Lan Xin was about to open her mouth to refuse, but Zhen's mother said disapprovingly, "Girl, don't shirk, nothing is as important as the girl's body, isn't it?" Besides, if the girl falls ill, there will be no pillar in the whole house. "The implication is that the whole house is counting on you. For the sake of these people in the house, you also have to take care of your health.

Zhen's mother's words have all been said to this point, and Lan Xin is not good at refusing again. He got up and walked to the bed, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed. Jane's mother picked up the brocade quilt next to her and covered it for her. Sitting on the brocade on the edge of the bed, he raised his hand to rub it for her.

"Oh. Lan Xin closed his eyes and sighed comfortably, "It's really comfortable!" Mom's strength is moderate, and the acupuncture points are accurate, and when you press it like this, it seems to be injected into a clear spring in my brain, and I am suddenly much more sober." ”

"Hehe, it's good if the girl doesn't dislike it. Mother Zhen pursed her lips and said with a smile, looking at Lan Xin's tightly knit brows, she groaned for a while, and said with a smile, "The craft of the old slave was still learned when I was young. At that time, the old slave had just entered the palace, and he had never experienced anything, and the whole person was very pure. I always think that the sky is blue, the water is clear, the moon is round, and the flowers are blooming. In short, everything is beautiful.

After a long time, I realized that everything is changing. The sky will suddenly turn cloudy, and even strong winds and torrential rain will blow, causing disasters to people. The moon will also have a profit and a loss. Whenever he saw the flowers withering, the old slave would feel sorry and stand there sad for a long time. But when I think about it, the flowers will bloom again next spring.

It's not like the flowers are blooming again, but when you open your eyes, you'll find that there are patches of flowers waiting to be admired in the Imperial Garden. If you keep holding on to the dead branches of winter, you will lose the beauty of the next spring. ”

Although Zhen's mother said it implicitly, Lan Xin still understood. This is to tell her in disguise that the moon is cloudy and sunny, and people have joys and sorrows, if this love is not worth cherishing in your hands, then you will let it go, there is no need to be sad for those unworthy people and things.

Alas, Lan Xin sighed in his heart, he was still too immature and not strong enough. It's just an occasional loss of consciousness, so why did the grass and trees get up? However, it seems that since the extraordinary irritability of that day, I have always felt a little uneasy in the past few days. She had a hunch that something was going to happen recently. After pondering for a while, she asked softly, "What does Mom think is the matter?" Although her question was general, but the master and servant have been together for so long, this tacit understanding is still there, alas! Mother Zhen sighed helplessly, and said softly: "The most difficult thing in this world is the word 'love'. ”

Yes, whether Ziyi is in a daze or stunned, there is always a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth. Such a smile is obviously an expression of emotion. It was only five or six days to go back and forth from Jiangzhou to Xuzhou, and in just a few days, according to Ziyi's character, she would never be emotional about someone she had only known for a few days.

It won't be that Xiaochun, Ziyi has the pride of Ziyi, she won't fall in love with someone who is inferior to her in everything. That's someone who knew each other for a long time, and his status was not too low. In Xuzhou, there are only a few men she has come into contact with······ Could it be Rong Jing? As soon as this idea appeared, Lan Xin's heart suddenly became calm.

She felt that Rong Jing had come over on purpose to disgust her. Otherwise, there are thousands of girls in the world, why would he be wrapped in purple? But after thinking about it, he felt that it would not seem to be Rong Jing. The grievances between herself and Rong Jing are clear to Ziyi, how could she be confused and do such a thing? Doesn't she want their friendship for so many years? Thinking of this, her heart can't help but feel cold.

But if it wasn't Rong Jing, then who was that person? Lan thought with a heavy heart, she never wanted to believe that Ziyi would give up their friendship for many years for the sake of an outsider. She recounted the people she had come into contact with when she was in Xuzhou, especially the men, in her mind. A flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and three words suddenly flashed "Zhou, Wen, Tao".

Could it be that he can't do it? Although his eyes are more lively, he still has some sense of justice. How could he be entangled with Ziyi? Also, how did he and Ziyi meet? Lan Xin felt that the questions in her mind were getting more and more, and she didn't have the strength to think about it anymore. In a groggy state, I fell asleep unconsciously.

Mother Zhen listened to Lan Xin's more and more even breathing, pursed her lips, and shook her head helplessly. Raised her hand and gently smoothed Lan Xin's tightly locked brows, alas, this stupid girl, don't you know that "love" in this world is the sharpest and most incapable sword that can hurt people in the world? But looking at Lan Xin's affection, there is an indescribable joy in her heart, if she follows an indifferent and cold master, won't her old age be very bleak?

raised her eyes and saw Liu's mother standing at the door, with a worried face. Zhen's mother put down the bed tent for Lan Xin and retreated lightly. Mother Liu lowered her voice and asked, "Sleepy?"

"Well, just I didn't sleep well. Mother Jane replied softly.