Chapter 62: Careful Thinking

"I heard that the daughter of the Dingguo Mansion is also going, isn't it rumored that she has both talent and virtue? When the third sister goes to meet her, she may be a promiscuity. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info "What Wang Qiyun said was about to praise Wang Qiying to the sky, as far as Sanniang knew, the daughter of the Dingguo Mansion still had real talent and learning.

Wang Qiying said modestly: "Second sister, don't tout me anymore, in a big family like Dingguo Gong, it is normal for talented women to be talented." Even though she said this, her eyes sparkled, and she was afraid that she would be happy to be praised by others.

Although the Yin family of Dingguo Gong has no real power, it is the person who is the first to be attached to Daye officials, just because there is a lady concubine who favors the harem.

It is a supreme honor for the daughter of the family to enter the palace, to be favored by the king, and to be the heir of the emperor, it can be said that the scenery is occupied.

It is precisely because of this that the girls of the Yin family are now quite favored by the princes and nobles, and some officials are out of the abyss, and their wives ask for the Yin Mansion.

I still remember that there was a rumor that the daughter of the Yin family wanted to enter the Su Mansion, but she couldn't ask for it, and I don't know if it's true or not.

"By the way, I also heard that the son of the commander of the Imperial Forest Army will also go, I haven't seen anyone, but I heard that he is a good-looking person." It was Wang Qiying who said this, she looked at ease, as if she just mentioned it casually.

Wang Qiyun heard Wang Qiying praise the son of the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, and he was complacent, but he pretended not to care: "That's not necessarily, there are still rumors in Beijing about the ...... of the Yong'an Hou family."

"Second sister!" Wang Qiying suddenly shouted at Wang Qiyun, interrupting what Wang Qiyun was about to say.

Before Wang Qiyun could react, she was stunned for a moment before she realized that she had almost said something she shouldn't have said, so she pretended to be calm and picked up a piece of red date cake and stuffed it into her mouth.

How about the Marquis of Yong'an? Could it be that Liu Yu, the little son of the Yong'an Hou Mansion, is not in line with the rumors?

Sanniang pretended not to care, took the tea prepared on the table, and took two sips from time to time: "By the way, what clothes are the second sister and third sister going to wear?" My mother let me go, but I didn't...... I'm afraid of foreign appearances. ā€

Wang Qiyun's eyes couldn't hide the disdain, and said proudly: "Naturally, you can't see such a big scene in a place like Heyun, you can't put those clothes on the table in the past, you still have to spare new ones." ā€

The implication is that Sanniang's clothes are not on the table now.

Sanniang didn't care about her: "I think so too, but I'm worried about whether it's better to make a piece of blue or red." ā€

Wang Qiying gave her an idea in a serious way: "I think the blue color is better, Sister Fu's complexion is whiter, and she looks beautiful and lovely in that color." ā€

"The third sister is used to laughing at me, how can I be white? Standing with the second sister looks dark. Sanniang made a shy gesture and did not forget to brag about Wang Qiyun.

She likes to listen to flattery the most, and when she heard Sanniang praise her for being white, she suddenly straightened her waist: "Actually, Sister Fu is not black......"

Yes, yes, not black! Anyway, it's not as white as you, and you can't even be modest!

Sanniang pretended to think of something: "What is the best color?" Are there any fashionable colors in the capital? ā€

Wang Qiying wanted to answer, but Wang Qiyun took the lead: "Yes! There is a moire satin, which is the most beautiful, and the most fashionable one in the capital is that? ā€

Scold! The kung fu of opening her eyes and telling nonsense is perfect, and the flowing cloud pattern satin is indeed fashionable, but it is fashionable among women and old women, and the boudoir girl wears that one that may make people laugh to death.

Sanniang was silent, and nodded again and again: "Then this one, I originally wanted to make a peach blossom pattern, it is said that the poem will be held in the peach orchard, and the peach pattern will look better with the peach color in the garden." But since my sister said that the flow of moire is fashionable, then I won't do peach patterns. ā€

There is a Juxian Pavilion in the mountain behind Hongyuan Academy, and the peach forest in front of the building is three miles, and it is very out, and the poetry club has always been held there.

The person she said had a heart, and Wang Qilian also had an intention as a listener: "The peach pattern is cheesy, Sister Fu must not do that." ā€

"I know, I know, I don't do that......" Sanniang said and turned around, seeing Wang Qiying looking at her, quite meaningful, Sanniang touched her face: "Why does the third sister look at me like this?" Do I have flowers on my face? ā€

Wang Qiying frowned slightly: "I see that Sister Fu's eyebrows are like a crescent moon, so good-looking, I don't know what my sister's eyebrows are painted with?" ā€

"I don't have a thrush! Why is my sister's eyes so bad? Sanniang knew that she was looking for a reason to prevaricate, so she had to resist her.

This Wang Qiying is knowledgeable and reasonable, and has always been a weak image, but she is not necessarily a good master.

Wang Qiyun leaned over and looked: "It's true, Sister Fu didn't draw her eyebrows, the third sister has good eyes on weekdays, why is she making flowers now?" ā€

Wang Qiying was embarrassed and abnormal, so that Wang Qiyun's sentence "good eyes" was blocked and speechless.

At this time, Wang Qiruo, who had been working hard for a long time on the side, suddenly hiccuped, and the three of them looked at her one after another.

She hurriedly covered her mouth: "Sisters, don't blame...... Ruo'er is greedy for a while......"

Wang Qiruo seemed to be very afraid of Wang Qiyun, and looked at it intently, for fear of missing a trace of emotion on her face.

"If there are no rules, Ming'er will ask your aunt to teach you the number of rituals again." Wang Qiyun was not angry, and her tone still sounded a little unhappy.

Wang Qiruo pursed his mouth: "I know, Ruo'er won't dare next time." ā€

This one relieved Wang Qiying's encirclement, and the embarrassed look on her face was no longer there: "Second sister, Sister Fu, it's not too early, I still have to go to my aunt to practice and listen to the class, so I'll go back first." ā€

"Your aunt just has a lot of things, what kind of etiquette do you practice during the New Year, don't you feel annoyed?" Wang Qiyun was not very happy.

Wang Qiying apologized to her: "Sister, don't be surprised, I will never leave early next time." ā€

Wang Qiyun waved her hand: "Go, go, lest your aunt say in front of your grandmother that I love to pull you and get down to business." ā€

Wang Qiying blessed the three people sitting and retreated.

There are only two young ladies left, Sanniang and Erfang, and the atmosphere is very weird.

After sitting for a while, Sanniang also got up and said goodbye: "I will also go back first, embroidered a sachet, and it is just a few stitches away." ā€

"Hmm" Wang Qiyun replied lightly: "Sister Fu, let's go"

Sanniang smiled slightly, bowed and retreated.

As soon as I walked a few steps, I heard Wang Qiyun complaining inside: "I still embroider sachets, little family!" ā€

Wang Qiruo is used to seeing the contrast between Wang Qiyun's predecessors and behind, although it is not unusual, he does not dare to speak out.

Wang Qiyun saw her sitting there upright, and looked at it and became angry: "Everyone is gone, why don't you get out of here!" ā€

"Oh" Wang Qiruo hurriedly got up from his seat and ran on his short legs.

When everyone was finished, Wang Qiyun shouted outside the courtyard: "Cui'er? Cui'er! ā€

"It's coming, it's coming!" Cui'er had been waiting in the side room, and when she heard Wang Qiyun shouting, she hurriedly ran to the main room.