The twenty-first time to apply ink to the post, sleepless to watch the bright moon.

"I heard that you are from Yizhou. Is it fun to be there in Yizhou? Abi who led the way was a self-acquaintance, and he looked back as he walked.

Abi's face is not very delicate, but it is better than being slender and tall.

She was dressed in a light, shallot-colored waist-length skirt, and her waist was just held under the belt.

The breeze blows, and the figure walking in front is like a weak willow supporting the wind. Looking back now, it is even more charming.

Qin Ying was used to seeing such a beautiful lady as Mei Sanniang, and she couldn't help but look at it for a moment.

Mei Sanniang didn't expect Ah Bi to ask such a question to a stranger, she was stunned and then said: "There are wood hibiscus blooming everywhere on the streets of Chengdu Mansion, and they are full of flowers in the peak season."

Qin Ying was still drooling at Abi's back, and after listening to it, she answered casually: "Yizhou eats a lot, and the bean curd and fish are especially good." If you can eat spicy, Yizhou is simply heaven. ”

Abi's eyes lit up when she heard this: "-Really? If I have the chance, I'm going to go there and eat all the special meals. ”

Seeing her eyes blazing, Qin Ying said in her heart: Why didn't I find out that she was like-minded with me in my previous life, but she was a foodie.

While talking, several people arrived in the backyard of Zhonglu Pavilion.

The backyard of Zhonglu Pavilion is divided into two parts: east and west. Official prostitutes enjoy the east cross courtyard exclusively, and ordinary prostitutes can only squeeze into another courtyard.

Mei Sanniang was arranged into the territory where the prostitute was located, while Qin Ying went to the most remote passage.

The carriage is where the servants live. The bunk can sleep seven or eight people, and next to the wide couch is a row of wooden cabinets, which can be used to place sundries.

Qin Ying observed the simple wing room and had a wry smile on her face. In her last life, she slept most often in the bunk.

I have to say that I am a sleeping bunk.

Opening the door of an unlocked cabinet, the dust accumulated in the cabinet hit Qin Ying's face. Coughing twice, she quickly took a rag and wiped the inside and outside of the cabinet clean.

I folded all the clothes in my baggage, and went out to fetch a big bucket of hot water.

She wanted to take advantage of the fact that no one was in the room to bathe and change her clothes.

Locking the door firmly, Qin Ying untied the left and right straps of his robe. Inside the gray sermon robe is a white tunic of midcoat.

Because she has lived in the wild for too long, her middle clothes have been stained with some ochre. That's the mark left by the red clay.

Master Ning Fengzi once said: Hanging stars, go down the mountain. Experience the world, step on the red dust and come back.

- So much red dust, master, you old man is not satisfied?

She looked at the dirty clothes she had changed into and smiled.

After taking a comfortable bath, Qin Ying took the bath bucket and poured out the used warm water.

Pack up your tunic and tunic and put them in a tub with your hands tied at the edges. I took the basin and went to the patio to wash.

The soaphorn was brought by her from Qingyang, and she didn't usually use it much, so she kept it until now.

She didn't find a washboard in the compartment, and it took a long time to wash all the clothes.

The thought of having to twist it again and dry it out after washing it out, fatigue came to my heart for a while.

Since she couldn't wring these things out alone, she straightened her sore back and asked Mei Sanniang for help.

Walking into the West Cross Courtyard, I found that the courtyard was very "lively".

Six or seven young ladies sat around a long table, each holding a pen and writing.

For a moment, no one spoke, and each of them concentrated on the end of the pen calmly.

The atmosphere flowing in the courtyard was obviously very strict, but Qin Ying slightly hooked the corners of her mouth.

She stood behind Mei Sanniang, and saw Mei Sanniang pressing the sleeve at her right elbow with her left hand, pinching the little wolf pen with her right hand, and copying a certain volume of regular notes on the pale yellow silk book.

Under the silk book, there is a regular post with vermilion characters. When she looked at it carefully, Qin Ying felt that this font was a little familiar.

Just as she was about to continue to distinguish, Qin Ying breathed a sigh of relief when she heard a certain lady in front of the case, and said, "--It's finished." Take the money. ”

These words are like pebbles thrown into the surface of a lake, causing ripples in layers. The calm yard exploded.

The lady in the aqua red skirt put the pen on the pen mountain, and said dissatisfiedly: "Moxiang, why are you the leader again?"

Ah Bi, who had sent Qin Ying and the others to the backyard before, also pouted and said, "Moxiang, you can't let us win once?" You are like this, how can we put our face in front of the newcomer? ”

The ladies at the desk had no patience to continue writing, but Mei Sanniang was still copying stroke by stroke.

In the face of everyone's complaints, Mo Xiang stretched out her hand calmly and said, "The rules are set by you." Everyone takes a post and writes a word, and whoever writes faster is the winner. ”

Everyone was so angry by her that they didn't fight, only Qin Ying laughed in a low voice with her head borrowed: Mo Xiang, a cold-faced beauty, is still the same as before, just do nothing, and choke to death as soon as she acts.

Just when everyone was talking about it one by one, I heard Mei Sanniang say, "I'm done writing it too." I wonder if there is a reward for the second? ”

Mo Xiang untied the sachet hanging on her waist and threw it to the other party: "Of course there is."

This sachet has a lot of origins. It is rumored that when Mo Xiang led the dance at the family banquet of the Guogong Mansion, a certain high-ranking adult gave it.

When everyone saw Mo Xiang treating a newcomer so generously, they were not angry.

“…… It's just that he didn't have the life to be the leader. ”

They chattered, and took out the ten copper plates pressed under the Kai Ti and handed them to Mo Xiang.

After taking their private money, Mo Xiang counted it, confirmed that she had not missed a single article, and then turned to Abi and said:

"Wait a while and go to my house and take out the two boxes of snail dai and divide them."

After that, she didn't look at the surprised color of everyone, but as if she had successfully retreated, she raised her hands and walked out of the West Cross Courtyard.

In this Zhonglu Pavilion, only the self-cooked Abi and Moxiang have a good relationship. Abi looked at Mo Xiang's thin back and sighed one after another.

Mei Sanniang saw that Moxiang was not liked by everyone, and she didn't know whether to accept this sachet or not.

When her heart was full of sorrow, a lady in a light purple skirt poked her and said:

"Mo Xiang is the leader of Zhong Lu Pavilion, and his words and actions are a little out of line. After getting along for a long time, you can find that she is a very good person.

"Don't look at us all complaining in front of her, but we're not at odds with her."

Mei Sanniang seemed to understand "um" and put the sachet into her arms.

Qin Ying took advantage of the fact that everyone came to the case and picked up Mo Xiang's letter.

The handwriting is meticulous, and it also vaguely reveals its own momentum. In terms of speed and font, it's really good.

The little lady who was the first to refute Mo Xiang glanced at Qin Ying out of the corner of her eye, and said, "-You just came here today?" She paused and said, "I'm Su Qin, what's your name." ”

"The boy Qin Ying was originally Mei Sanniang's waiter."

Su Qin narrowed her round apricot eyes and smiled, "How old are you?" It's so cute. She stood up and pinched Qin Ying's face with a pair of well-maintained hands.

Qin Ying was defenseless, she was stunned and didn't know what to do, and she was ashamed in her heart.

It happened that Abi came over to give everyone Luozidai. Su Qin held her face in one hand, and held an eyebrow pencil in the other hand to paint Qin Ying's willow eyebrows.

The lady who had just explained to Mei Sanniang had itchy hands when she saw this, and she also pinched a snail with great interest and said:

"I'll draw a stroke too. Today, the painting monks of the Hanlin Academy have praised my painting skills. ”

"Yo Yo Yo, when did you get confused with the monks?" One of the ladies said deliberately, and the rest of the people laughed.

"What are you talking nonsense about?" Sumire almost jumped in public.

More and more ladies leaned over and put on "makeup" on Qin Ying's face.

Mei Sanniang wanted to protect Qin Ying, but she couldn't resist everyone's many clutches, so she simply sat next to her and watched the play.

In the end, Ah Bi came to call everyone to eat, and Qin Ying was painted by the expensive snail Dai.

Walked back to the chamber with fluttering steps, her mind still wandering on the scene just now.

As early as in his previous life, Qin Ying knew that Zhong Lu Pavilion's music prostitutes and official prostitutes were different from those of other Spring Pavilions.

These ladies who are only fifteen or sixteen years old are more talented, more knowledgeable, more righteous, and more characterful.

Qin Ying once felt the feeling of "home" around them.

It's a blessing to be able to meet such a beautiful and fresh girl again in the Spring Pavilion where the red dust is the heaviest.

At this time, Qin Ying hadn't remembered that the clothes she had washed in the afternoon had not yet been wrung out and dried in the yard...

(Author's note: The second volume is about the life of Qin Ying and Mei Sanniang after entering Pingkangfang.) Wednesday for collection~~)