Cheng Jianniang woke up from a dream.

She hadn't dreamed for a long time, and when she closed her eyes, she woke up without knowing how to open them again.

Maybe it's because she doesn't know who she is, so she doesn't even know what to do in her dreams.

She stood in darkness, as if there was nowhere to go and no escape, and the surroundings were getting hotter and hotter, and the fire was overwhelming.

That's how she woke up.

Strangely, there was no fear, only a heart full of desolation.

Cheng Jianniang stretched out her hand and put it in her heart, so cold that she almost stopped beating.

There is no escape from such a fire, death is inevitable, so there is no need to even be afraid, only desolation?

It shouldn't be bleak.

It was as if her heart had been gouged out, and this scene flashed again, and her heartbeat really stopped.

"Lady?"

A woman's whispered inquiry came from outside the curtain, and then it was pulled open, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old maid with bent eyebrows like the moon, silent and smiling.

Cheng Jianniang resumed her heartbeat and looked as usual.

"Lady, did you have a nightmare?" The maidservant sat down on her knees and asked softly.

The morning light was dim indoors, Cheng Jianniang looked outside, and the east was not yet bright.

"It doesn't matter." She said, "Banqin, I'm getting up." ”

The maidservant replied, went to roll up the curtain, and Cheng Jiaoniang entered the clean room by herself.

The maidservant turned on the lamp in the house, warmed a glass of water on the small brick stove, and couldn't help but look at the clean room.

At the beginning, the girl told herself, saying that this lady, because of her illness and inconvenience, should be carefully served. Unexpectedly, in the past few days, she didn't let her do it when she dressed, washed, combed her hair, or even cooked. It was all the lady who came alone.

This is like a physical illness, except that he doesn't like to talk.

Oh. But there is one thing that the girl said is right, this lady loves to name her maid Banqin.

She arrived at the Cheng family first, and then followed a Taoist aunt surnamed Sun to come here, and the Taoist aunt surnamed Sun later knew that she was the master of the Xuanmiao Temple under the mountain, and had a good relationship with the Cheng family.

This lady of the Cheng family is raised in the Taiping Palace, and is mostly taken care of by the Taoist aunts of the Xuan Miaoguan.

I followed Sun Guan to this lady, and this lady looked at herself for a moment. The first thing you say is do you have a name?

But all people, the rich have carefully selected names, and the lowly have simple pronouns, how can they not have names.

This lady really had a problem asking such a stupid thing.

The maidservant had been instructed in advance to know how to deal with it.

"The slave maid originally had a name, but it was the name of the lady who didn't know the way, so the slave maid didn't have a name." She said.

The lady in front of her, who looked a little wooden, curled the corners of her mouth.

"Then I'll give you a name, Banqin. How is it? She asked.

The door of the clean room opened, interrupting the maid's distraction, she hurriedly got up and took off the thick satin coat from the hanger and put it on Cheng Jianniang.

Cheng Jianniang sat down and took the water handed by the maidservant. Slowly drank half a cup.

"Lady, do you want to read, or listen to books?" The maidservant asked. Pick up a book from the side.

"Listen." Cheng Jianniang said, while sitting down with a few points.

"Yes." The maidservant said. Sit down on your knees and turn the pages to the lamp.

“…… The oil money is no more than 100 per catty. Lane Mo claw, Huanmen hanging lamp, south to Longshan, north to Beixinqiao, forty miles of lights endlessly. There are millions of homes inside and outside the city, in front streets and back alleys, and in remote alleys, hanging lamps or using jade fences, or using Luo silk, or paper lamps, or loading stories, you and I are competing ......" (Note 1)

A soft female voice sounded in the room, and Cheng Jianniang leaned on a few points, listening carefully while writing on the desktop with her fingers.

"Slow down." She occasionally interrupted the maidservant.

The handmaid adjusted the speed of her speech, and the two of them continued to do so until the east shone brightly.

This page has been read seven or eight times.

Cheng Jianniang nodded at the maid.

"Alright, that's it." She said, sitting up straight and rubbing her right hand.

The redness on the fingers may not take long to grind into a thin callus.

"Lady, do you want to comb your hair?" The maid saw Cheng Jianniang pick up the comb on the side, and hurriedly asked, "I'll come." ”

Cheng Jianniang has slowly combed her hair.

"No, you don't." She said.

What the lady says is what it is, you just listen, don't ask more.

The maidservant thought of the girl's instructions before, if it was only the girl's instructions, the old lady also instructed them.

This lady, you let her go, and you can love as you like.

The old lady values this lady so much, it's not just pitiful.

The maidservant stood still, watching the woman sitting in front of the screen comb her hair slowly, her hair was well raised, thick as ink, never tied sideburns, hanging loosely, and spread on the ground when she sat down, like brocade.

The furnishings of the house are simple, the place where the lady moves is also the clean room and the couch and a few or three, basically do not need to clean up, there is only one book, it has been placed, the water cup has been brushed, the small brick stove has been extinguished, and the maid is sitting in place, I don't know what to do.

"Originally, there were two girls, but the eight characters were not good, and it was not good for the lady's recovery, so they were all sent back."

When the Cheng family met that Sun Guanzhu, she said this to herself.

It's not good to be criticized by a Taoist aunt, and no one will dare to use these two girls in the future.

The maid is from the Zhang family, and she has read the words she knows, and she knows that the light words in this world can also be compared to a murderous knife.

Where did these two girls offend this Dao girl?

But none of this has anything to do with her, what she has to worry about is a sick lady, raised alone, only a girl to serve, wouldn't it be busy and tired to death?

I didn't expect it to be idle and panicked.

It seems that she is useless except for reading.

Cheng Jianniang quickly finished combing her hair and stood up.

"Lady, let me cook." The maidservant said hurriedly.

Cheng Jianniang looked at her and bent the corners of her mouth.

"I'll do it." She said.

The maid followed a few steps with a helpless face, remembering the instructions and not daring to forcibly ask to stop them, until the lady who walked to the door said another word, completely shattering her self-esteem as a maidservant.

"Oh, you, what do you want to eat?" She asked.

"Lady." The maid hurriedly walked a few steps, "These things are what a servant should do, you are like this, how can I deal with myself, the servant doesn't do anything, isn't it a waste?" ”

Cheng Jianniang stopped.

"yes." She seemed to think for a moment and smiled slightly, "It feels very bad to be a waste, okay, you can come." ”

The maidservant breathed a sigh of relief, and there was an urge to be grateful, and she was finally able to do things, which was really a blessing.

At dawn, Qiba rode two carriages outside the gate of Jiangzhou.

There were already two or three men and women at the gate of the city who were looking forward to it, and when they saw this group of people again, they were overjoyed.

"Steward Cao." They hurried over.

Immediately at the head a middle-aged man reined in his horse.

"You're here." He said, looking back at the man beside him, "Fourth master, this is our family's housekeepers in the Cheng family." ”

This is Chen Shao's brother, the fourth master of the Chen family, Chen Shao can't come in person, in order to show solemnity, his brother came to ask for medical treatment for his father in person.

Chen Siye nodded and looked at the city with a little anxiety.

"Then let's go to Cheng's house quickly." He said, looking back at his entourage, "The gifts are ready, right?" ”

The entourage should say yes in unison.

"Wait." Steward Cao hurriedly stopped him and said.

Fourth Master Chen frowned.

"Steward Cao, it's really slow, Imperial Doctor Li said that it can only last for two months, and it will take more than a month for us to go back and forth on the road, if we encounter any accidents again..."He said urgently.

"I know the way, I know the way." Steward Cao hurriedly said, while comforting him, he looked at the men and women, "Do you know where the lady is?" ”

Several men and women looked at each other, they suddenly received a small girl this morning to say that someone came to the house, thinking that the family disliked them and rushed to help, so they hurriedly came, but they didn't expect to ask the lady.

Which lady?

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Note 1: Excerpt from "The Prosperity of the Old Man in West Lake" (to be continued......