Chapter 470: Persuasion

The willow branches are sparse, and the lake reflects its own vague silhouette. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Murong Peng was not angry and arrogant, and snorted: "Who is it?" ”

Behind an ancient banyan tree not far away, the smiling face of Tonga'er's strange elf flashed. She wore a hosta white dark pattern pinched waist jacket, held an indigo skirt with large red pleats in one hand, and held a small tile in the other hand, maintaining a throwing posture.

Just now she looked at Murong Peng's eyes and was entangled, and used this small tile to make a few splashes on the water surface, and a few drops splashed on Murong Peng's cheeks and clothes.

Seeing Murong Peng speak, Tang Jia'er took a few steps closer, Ying Ying bowed, her voice was like a pearl falling on a jade plate, and she made a clanging sound: "Jia'er has seen His Royal Highness the Third Prince." ”

"It turned out to be Sister Jia'er, hurry up", Murong Peng heard Murong Hui mention her as a companion many times, and she was always amazed in her words. After a few months of getting along, he himself admired this tenacious and simple-tongued little girl very much, and added some respect to his words.

Tang Jia'er thanked him, walked to Murong Peng's place a few steps away and stood up, looked at the gloomy look on his face that had not yet had time to be restrained, and asked with concern, "The third prince is not very happy today?"

Murong Peng casually folded a willow branch and slapped the water, and said with a disguised smile: "I'm just tired, sit down for a while." How many times have I talked to Sister Jia'er, and I will be called Ah Peng in the future. ”

Tang Jia'er smiled and bowed, not in a hurry to leave, but beckoned to Xiao Chang and smiled: "Didn't you hear that your master is tired? ”

Xiao Chang knew the familiarity of the two, so he naturally took the order.

Tang Jia'er picked up a clean stone, sat beside Murong Peng, and said understandingly: "Ah Hui once said that if others are unhappy, their brows will be clumped, and if Ah Peng is unhappy, their brows will definitely be clumped into a straight line." See for yourself, yes and no?"

Taking out the small goose-egg-shaped mirror that he carried with him, Tang Jia'er mischievously handed it to Murong Peng. Although it was a joke, a look of concern was simple and natural.

Murong Peng took the mirror, and looked at his furrowed brows like air-dried orange peel from the inside, where could he see the difference between straight lines and pimples, and he was dumbfounded in his heart.

He threw the willow branch to the lake, hugged his knees with both hands, and said honestly: "I am a little unhappy these days, but I feel that a string on my heart is too tight, as if it is about to break." ”

Murong Hui and Murong Peng are close in age, and unlike the eldest sister in the Canwei Palace, they move more between the two, so they are naturally familiar with Tang Jia'er. Looking at Tang Jia'er's slightly dark face, the bright eyes like stars, and the sincere expression, Murong Peng suddenly had the urge to talk.

He took the tea that Xiao Chang had brewed, waved his hand and motioned Xiao Chang to step back, and then chatted quietly with Tang Jia'er.

"Sister Jia'er, has you ever had such a feeling, obviously trying her best, but always falling behind, and her mind is full of exhaustion?" Murong Peng's undisguised face added a little bit of resignation, looking listless.

Tang Jia'er took out an azure silk handkerchief from his sleeve, drew cold water from the lake and handed it to Murong Peng to wipe his face, and nodded quietly: "Jia'er used to feel the same way in the past. ”

Seeing Murong Peng's appearance of listening carefully, Tang Jia'er also learned from him to hold his hands on his knees and buried his head in his knees: "I have been in the countryside with my grandmother for a long time, and I am not used to living in the carved beams and paintings in the house. Several sisters and sisters thought I was vulgar and refused to treat each other sincerely, and even my mother looked down on my mouth full of mulberry hemp and people's livelihood. ”

Tang Jia'er was immersed in the memories of the past, and some words were hidden for a long time, but he did not vomit or be unhappy.

The autumn wind slowly blew her sleeves, and the little face that was clean and delicate, always hidden by Hui Huang's brisk smile, showed heavy vicissitudes.

To this day, Tonga'er is only a little girl less than ten years old. She and her grandmother came to the imperial city from Cangzhou, and they didn't know how much they longed for her parents' love for her.

She conscientiously restrained the temperament she had cultivated in the countryside, looked at her mother's face, and carefully learned from the sisters in the house to dress up and say hello in the morning and evening, but what was deeply rooted in her bones could not be changed in a short period of time. Even though her grandmother supported her, several sisters still laughed at her in private.

Tang Jiaer used all her strength, desperately imitating the appearance of her sisters in the family, wanting to become a celebrity lady in the eyes of her parents, but unfortunately her efforts and achievements always increased in inverse proportion, and became the laughing stock of others.

For a while, Tonga'er lost her innocence in the past, and she couldn't learn the nobility of her sisters, and often hid helplessly in her room crying.

I can't remember which morning it was, and the morning light outside the window reflected the blue curtain. Looking out from the half-open window sash, you can see two yellow orioles singing gracefully on the branches of the pear tree, Tang Jia'er opened her eyes from her sleep, looked at the blue and blue Chengchen in the boudoir and meditated quietly for a long time.

It was at that moment that Tongaer made up her mind that since she couldn't do what others liked, she had to be happy to be herself.

Grandmother led her to the loofah and green edamame shelf planted by the two of them, and pointed to those melon beans and stared at her kindly: "Plant melons and get melons, plant beans and get beans, some people are born different from others, why do you want a melon to grow into a bean?"

After more than 60 years of journey, her grandmother, who had not read much, had become wise and peaceful, she held Tongaer's hand and said to her seriously: "Everyone is born different, and it is only true that you can live your life brilliantly." As long as it is gold, it will always shine, don't compare, and don't be discouraged. ”

Tang Jia'er was empowered, she no longer should be in the eyes of her parents, no longer follow the dress of the sisters in the house, but seriously return to her former self and live as she likes.

Still busy with his grandmother in the backyard of one acre and three points of land, Tong Jiaer rolled up his sleeves and watered and fertilized himself. Murong Wei's "Qi Min Technique" gave her has become a treasure, she has read it many times, and she has been exposed to it in the countryside since she was a child, so she has gained some essence.

My grandfather served in the cabinet and was in charge of all the important tasks of the Ministry of Works, sometimes discussing a thing or two with my grandmother. Tang Jia'er occasionally interjected a few words from the sidelines, and then later, Tang Ge Lao actually crossed his grandmother and discussed with his granddaughter the implementation of farmland and water conservancy in the Ministry of Industry.

Tongaer not only lived the way she liked, but also won the respect of her parents. In the past, her stubborn and unruly father saw her talent, and took her to the study to find many old solitary books, asking her to devote herself to the study of agriculture and mulberry according to her own preferences.

was selected by Murong Hui as a companion, and I don't know how many sisters in the house are envious. They no longer laughed at Tong'er's dress, and when Tong'er returned home occasionally, he was treated as if the stars were holding the moon.