A few days passed quickly, and on the morning of the seventh day of the new year, Zhuo Yijia got up early as usual. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 After practicing the piano, I used it too early, so I stayed quietly in the room and read a book, turning the pages one by one, relaxed and comfortable. Just look at the shadow of the begonia flower tree in the yard from time to time. The shadow slowly lengthens, shortens, and lengthens.

When she first arrived in Shen, Zhuo Yijia yawned, looked up at the shadow of the begonia tree in the courtyard that had been pulled to the window, and looked up at Hongshan standing outside the door.

"Hongshan. Zhuo Yijia called softly, and Hongshan, who was guarding outside the door, turned around and walked in.

"Zhihua, go and get the clothes. Zhuo Yijia tilted his head to Zhihua who was standing next to him, got up after speaking, and looked at Hongshan who walked in: "Come in with me." ”

took Hongshan into the inner room, and Zhihua came over with a plate and held it in front of Zhuo Yijia.

Zhishu stretched out his head and looked at the few people who had entered the inner room, covered half of the door, and sat on the other half of the empty threshold with his chin propped up.

Zhuo Yijia glanced at the plate that Zhihua was carrying, and the clothes in it were exactly the same as those worn by Hongshan, which were the clothes of the first-class maids of the Zhuo family.

After changing his clothes, Zhuo Yijia said to Hongshan while tying the belt: "Change this dress." As he spoke, he gestured to the clothes he had just changed.

Hongshan was stunned for a moment, looking at Zhuo Yijia a little overwhelmed. She didn't dare to wear Miss's clothes!

Seeing Hongshan waiting to look at herself with beads in her eyes, a little frightened, Zhuo Yijia explained: "I'm going to go out, you can do it for me." ”

Hearing this, Hongshan began to worry again, and looked at Zhuo Yijia frowning: "Where is Miss going? Is it dangerous? When will you come back." ”

Zhuo Yijia took the Xiao Yaoqin handed over by Zhihua and tied it around her waist, while shaking her head at Hongshan: "It's not dangerous, I'll be back soon." ”

A vague sentence that was equivalent to not saying it, but it gave Hongshan a reassurance, and exhaled: "Okay, Miss has to come back early." Then he obediently began to take off his clothes.

Wait for Hongshan to change her clothes. Zhihua put her hair and told her to lie down on the chaise longue.

Hongshan looked at Zhuo Yijia, pursed her lips, and reluctantly lay down on the chaise longue in the center of the inner room.

Seeing Hongshan lying down, Zhuo Yijia walked to the dresser and sat down, Zhihua walked behind Zhuo Yijia, gave her a first-class maid's double bun, and painted a maid's light makeup.

Everything was ready, Zhuo Yijia looked at the shadow of the begonia tree that had been stretched into the window, and stood up: "Let's go." Then he got up and walked out.

Zhishu sat on the threshold, saw Zhuo Yijia and Zhihua come out, and hurriedly got up to make way.

Zhuo Yijia paused, and his eyes swept over Zhishu: "Someone came to me, and they said that I was unwell today and had rested." ”

"Yes. Zhishu nodded, and responded in a proper manner.

Before the end dissipated, Zhuo Yijia raised his feet and stepped out of the door. At the moment of straddle the foot, the indifferent aura of the whole body converged, and his hands were placed between the hips in a regular manner, and he hung his head and followed behind Zhihua obediently. It's like a maid's cowering.

Zhihua picked up the secluded path and walked directly to the remote courtyard wall of Zhuo Mansion.

Jinping City's Xia Shilang Mansion, people come and go, endlessly. The housekeeper and grandmother of the Xia Mansion stood at the door to greet the guests. The people who congratulated him wave after wave, the housekeeper and the eldest grandmother continued to congratulate them, and their arms were a little sore, but they still greeted the guests with the same smile on their faces. Xia Shilang sat in the big house in the reception compound of the Sanjin Courtyard, and talked happily with the people who came to congratulate him in the house. Generally, the birthdays of noble girls are mostly congratulated by nobles of the same age, but this time Miss Xia's birthday, even the adults who are officials in the court have also come.

There is no such formation in the capital for the birthday of a noble girl, but no one thinks much about it, they only feel that Xia Shilang's love for his daughter is beyond ordinary people, plus a few words from Emperor Ming Xian. As a result, Xia Hanpei's status and influence have a new estimate in the eyes of the elders of the school-age son's family in the capital.

After noon, the number of people began to increase. Gradually, far away in the east chamber of the West Garden, I also heard the sound of conversation, the maids in the east chamber of the West Garden were busy before and after, the yard cut flowers, hung lamps under the eaves, made up for the eldest lady in the house, stood next to the fan to fan the eldest lady, a room of little maids, added infinite vitality and laughter.

Xia Hanpei got up early this morning, bathed in the petal bath for half a day, sprinkled layer by layer, and finally dyed his body with the fragrance of flowers, then got up and wiped his body, changed into a woven gold twisted warp and yarn clothes, and the anointing oil coated with agarwood was smeared to the hair, and he rolled it with his hands layer by layer until he dried his hair.

Coming out of the Mu room, Xia Hanpei sat in front of the dresser, looked at the bronze mirror in front of her, and turned her head from time to time to look at the bronze mirror held by the little maid on the side.

Whenever Xia Hanpei moved, the little girl with curly hair behind her quickly stopped, for fear of pulling the eldest lady's hair. So after most of the day, I took a bath, put on clothes, and then I was gone.

The weather outside the house was getting hotter and hotter, Xia Hanpei gently pinched the thin cicada silk gauze on his chest and trembled, and exhaled softly with the slightest breeze running in his chest.

"Slow down, how can I curl my hair in such a strong wind?" Xia Hanpei glanced at the little maid who was fanning the wind next to her, and pressed the sideburns that were blown up by the wind.

The maid behind him quickly stopped the comb in her hand.

"Can't you hurry up?" Xia Hanpei looked at the little girl standing behind her in the bronze mirror, and her voice was impatient: "It's a shame that I'm in a good mood today, and I'm also dragged by the speed of your counting Buddha beads!"

Saying that, Xia Hanpei simply turned his head and stared at the maid, resisted the urge to slap the past, slowly adjusted his breathing, and his voice became gentle and elegant: "Be sharp, chop your hand before it is finished after noon." As he spoke, he turned around slowly and gently pressed his sideburns, as if he was threatening to skip a meal.

The maid behind her turned pale when she heard this, and she bit her lip and combed the comb to Xia Hanpei's head, but her hands were trembling.

"Oops. Xia Hanpei pressed the painful place that was pulled just now, looked at himself in the mirror and frowned, her beautiful and delicate face showed anger, and she got up and slapped back.

The maid was beaten and fell down, habitually grabbed the thing next to her, and hooked Xia Hanpei's hair with a comb in her hand.

"Sizzle......" Xia Hanpei was pulled forward by the hair of the fallen maid, and gasped in his mouth.

After standing still, Xia Hanpei picked up the hair hanging from the comb, and looked at the little girl who fell to the ground and kept trembling, her eyes were dark.

"Close the door. Xia Hanpei commanded a few maids standing at the door, his voice low and gloomy.