Just after the fifth watch, the little maid in the green summer dress evoked the girl lying on the bed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Miss, it's time to get up. ”

The bed tent that was put down was lifted up, and a pair of Qianqianyu hands took the clothes on the side and put them on skillfully.

She is Miss Shen Fuyan, and it stands to reason that she doesn't have to do these things herself, but she is used to it, just as she is used to getting up early and going to her grandmother to say goodbye.

Yes, mother-in-law.

She knew that the Mrs. Shen who was sitting there drinking her tongue and waiting for her to kowtow was not her mother.

"I've seen my mother. She knelt down and bowed to the man in her seat.

When the tongue in the teacup was drunk, Mrs. Shen lowered her head and glanced at her.

"Get up. ”

"Thank you, Mother. She got up from the ground.

She had already calculated that Mrs. Shen had gotten up early, and this would be the time for breakfast, and she would stand on the side and wait for Mrs. Shen to go back after breakfast.

Madame Shen would never ask her to stay and dine with her, knowing that she was not qualified to do so.

Just as she knew that she was just a child left by a prostitute, she could be honored as Miss Chang in the Shen Mansion.

On the way back, the road on both sides of the road was full of white hosta flowers, and she would pick two of them with her own hands and take them to her father's study.

At this time, most of my father was in the court, and few people were in the study, so she never touched anything else, just replaced yesterday's hosta flowers and inserted today's fresh ones.

In an instant, the aroma of the whole study hit people.

But she knew that her father would not want to see her, and she did everything she could, just hoping that he would not forget about herself.

Forget that there is a daughter who thinks about them all day.

As soon as he returned to his yard, he saw the little maid coming from the stove with a food box.

Before the lid was opened, a smell of goat's milk came from the box.

She doesn't like these things, but Mrs. Shen likes them, so she can only like them, and only in this way will the subordinates say the last sentence when preparing these things:

"The eldest girl likes this too, so let's get her more.

Or they may simply say, "It's like a mother and daughter, and even the taste is similar." ”

She liked to be mentioned by her subordinates and Madame Shen, because it was only in their mouths that she could feel that she was the concubine of the Shen Mansion.

Today is Qixi Festival, she made an appointment with several young ladies from other mansions, and went to the Putuo Temple outside the city early in the morning to ask for a signature.

Go early, and when you come back in the evening, you can pass by Yutang Street to see the juggling and fireworks over there.

"Miss, what do you want to wear today?" asked the maid holding four or five pieces of clothing.

"Just the red one. She didn't like red, but it was a bright color that only a maiden could wear.

As soon as the day dawned, the carriage of the Shen Mansion took her out of the city gate and rushed to the Putuo Temple of Shili Peak, where they met at the foot of Shili Peak.

Although she came according to the specified time, when she arrived, she was the only one under the Ten Mile Peak, and it was estimated that the other two had just woken up at this time.

Other people's daughters are pampered and raised, although she also bears the name of "Miss Chang", but she knows that she can't.

"Remember, you're just the daughter of a prostitute. ”

She still remembers the scene when she was ignorant when she was a child and saw her mother-in-law wanting her to hug her.

At that time, Mrs. Shen said indifferently to herself like this, which made her extremely turbulent.

"I will give you the honor of the Shen Mansion and the identity of Miss Yan, but you remember, no matter how noble your identity is, you Shen Jiayuan is just the daughter of a prostitute who does not enter the stream. ”

"Jiayuan, you're really early. Shen Jiayuan was thinking about it, when he saw the sister in the boudoir who had agreed with him, jumping out of the carriage and walking towards him.

This is Miss Zhu Jia, Zhu Yuzhi, her father is a second-class member in today's court, even in their circle, this identity is one of the best.

"I thought I was going to go up the mountain alone today. Shen Jiayuan smiled and stepped forward to hold her hand affectionately.

"I said that I would go to ask for a sign together, how could I let you go up the mountain alone, they are all my mothers, as soon as I said that I went out, she was worried to death. Left and right are endless, I'm only half an hour late. ”

Zhu Yuzhi said, looking at the mountain road of Shili Peak, "It's all this hour, I'm afraid that the younger sister of the He family won't come." ”

Shen Jiayuan wondered in his heart when he heard this, "Why didn't Ling'er come and come to this Putuo Temple to ask for a signature, wasn't she the one who proposed it?"

"I'm afraid you don't know in the Shen Mansion that Ling'er's father, Lord He, was directly consulted in front of the saint because he offended his colleagues. ”

said that he was a member of the court, but he was outside the outer room, not only did he have an improper official style, but he also gave birth to a son with the woman. ”

Shen Jiayuan's heart tightened when he heard this, "Where did it come?"

In order to keep Lord He's official position, Ling'er's mother could only stand up and clarify, saying that the woman was not an outer room, but the second room she married for Lord He. ”

"That's right. ”

Shen Jiayuan returned absentmindedly, somehow, she thought of herself, it was because of this in the first place, so Mrs. Shen left herself.

"If you want me to say, the outer rooms of this world are too hateful, especially the children born in the outer rooms, it makes people feel disgusting when they think about it. ”

Zhu Yuzhi's face was disgusted and worried.

Ling'er is really pitiful this time, because of this, her mother is angry, in order to block the mouth of Youyou, she has to often laugh and take the son born in the outer room out to socialize. ”

"If Ling'er's mother survives, it's fine, but if she accidentally goes there, and this outer room is straightened again, then her future path will be difficult......

Shen Jiayuan walked behind and glanced at the worried Zhu Yuzhi, she had always regarded her and He Ling'er as good sisters before, but now it seems that ......

What they value more is not themselves as a person, but their identity as a concubine, but what they don't know is that they are the despicable and hateful "children of the outer room".

This situation continued until he walked into the Putuo Temple and offered incense to ask for a lot.

Zhu Yuzhi didn't see anything, she always thought that Shen Jiayuan was frowning, it was for He Ling'er.

The incense stick containing the note made a muffled sound in his hand, and He Linger shook the bamboo tube in his hand a few times, only to see a bamboo stick fall out of it.

The red bamboo skewer has a delicate "Shang" character written on it, which is the upper sign, and it seems that what she wants should be good.

She happily took the bamboo tip, and then handed the stick holder in her hand to Shen Jiayuan.

"Jiayuan, it's your turn. ”