As soon as the spring cold ended, the housewives of the nobles in the capital gathered in the well-decorated Jinyuan of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The servants put snacks, tea, and charcoal braziers on the table, and looked out from the flower pavilion by the lotus pond, just in front of the scenery of the lotus pond.

The breeze blows gently, the turquoise lotus leaves rise and fall, the snow-white lotus flowers are dotted in the meantime, the bluestone paths and winding paths are secluded, and the warm morning light is sprinkled, but it is extraordinarily clear and moist.

"My sister is worthy of being a good hand in the family, my sister is open to her eyes today, the lotus flowers in the pond are as white as snow, I heard that they are transplanted and planted from the south of the Yangtze River, and they can probably only be seen in the prime minister's mansion in the capital." A woman said softly.

The Prime Minister's wife, Zheng, chuckled softly.

"My sister is making fun of it, what is not in charge of the family, I just love the lotus, my lord let people carefully plant the white lotus of this pond, but at the beginning of the month when the breeze and drizzle, it really responded to the sentence: the wind and pu gently blow the small pond, and the white ferns are full of fragrance after the rain."

Everyone smiled and nodded.

Another woman's eyebrows moved, and she picked up the blue and white porcelain teacup from the sandalwood landscape table, and immediately smiled on her delicate makeup.

"Today's flower-viewing banquet must have taken a lot of thought from my sister, the dim sum is soft and delicious, especially this horseshoe cake, sweet but not greasy, and this tea, which is also a little sweeter than the usual sister has drunk." As she spoke, there was a hint of envy in her eyes.

The women in the pavilion all smiled and nodded in agreement.

Zheng took a sip of tea and glanced up at the woman, a soft, satisfied smile in his eyes.

"The sisters laughed, this new tea is just the Huangshan Maofeng brought back by Brother Hao two months ago when he went south with the King of Ling, good tea abounds in the capital, how can this mountain coarse tea get into the eyes of the sisters, I think it is just greedy for the novelty of this tea, but ......"

Zheng paused slightly, and there was a smile in his eyes, "This kind of Maofeng tea buds are soft and delicate, fragrant and sweet, and they are also quite popular among sons in Jiangnan. ”

The coarse tea of the mountains is also a good tribute, and in the final analysis, not everyone can have the opportunity to taste this tea.

"As the saying goes, rare things are expensive, I heard that this Huangshan Maofeng only produces dozens of buckets every year, and such a precious tea can only be tasted here by my sister."

Saying this is the wife of Fang Hongwen, the Shaoqing of Taifu Temple, Dou and Zheng have always been friends, but the husband's family is of the fourth grade, far less than the status and fame of the Prime Minister Su in the court, and he is like other noblewomen in his words, a little more flattering and flattering.

Zheng smiled.

"My sister's husband is always with the emperor, what good things haven't I seen? I'm just borrowing flowers to offer Buddha, this tea is not easy to come by, and I want to share it with all sisters. ”

Brother Hao went south with King Ling to have the opportunity to bring back such good tea, which was indeed not easy to come by.

Although this is to elevate the Dou family's husband, the implication is that Brother Hao has a deep relationship with King Ling.

Who doesn't know that the King of Tombs is hot right now!

Two months ago, King Ling personally took command and led 50,000 soldiers to Shu to suppress the rebellion, which made a great contribution.

Brother Hao, who is good friends with King Ling, is rising.

The women looked at each other and smiled, probably understanding the meaning of the words.

"In my sister's opinion, there is not only the tea fragrance and beauty in the Xiangfu, but also the outstanding Brother Hao." Dou Shi joked along with the words, squinting with a smile, "If any daughter can get Brother Hao'er's eyes, it must be a blessing from the previous life." ”

The women laughed merrily.

Brother Hao is outstanding among the nobles in the capital, courageous, this time with the King of Ling all the way south to attack the traitors in Shu, won the emperor's appreciation, a month ago has been promoted to the commander of the five cities of soldiers and horses, the commander of the southern city, the future is limitless.

"Aren't the two sons of my sister's family also excellent in character and learning, I heard that she is in the limelight among the scholars of Guozijian, and my sister is really a blessing." There were women who were busy complimenting Dou.

Dou Shi listened, a smile bloomed on her face, her two sons were the pride of the Fang family.

"Oh no!" A servant woman suddenly exclaimed in a trembling voice, crawling her hands and feet and running all the way from under the porch, like a headless fly, "Miss Seven has cheated the corpse!" Deceived the corpse......"

Wow -

It's like pouring a bowl of water into a pot of oil, and the entire Jinyuan explodes, and everyone who can hear it clearly shakes up their voices and screams, and those who don't hear it also scream.

Suddenly, it was chaotic like a mess in the market!

The chaise longue flickered suddenly, and Zheng had already gotten up and rushed to the porch in front of the pavilion.

"Hugh is going to talk nonsense!" She raised her hand and slapped the servant woman, and the servant woman who hit her spun around in a circle, "There are gods three feet above your head, where are the demons and monsters!" ”

The women were silenced, and their minds were cleared for the most part.

Is that ugly Miss Xiangfu Seventh dead?

When was this?

Why haven't you heard of it at all?

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In Yizhuang, on the hill west of the capital, Su Ximei was wearing a plain linen dress, with a trace of trance in her eyes, hanging her head and leaning quietly on the edge of the bed, as if she was thinking about something.

This bed is the only one in Yizhuang, and it is the place where the old man of the night vigil takes a nap when he is on duty. Originally, the coffin was going to be covered for the funeral this morning, but I didn't expect the seventh lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion to suddenly crawl out of the coffin, scaring the men and women who had been invited to cry and mourn all over the house.

Miss Seven stared at the people who were grabbing the room so directly, standing by the coffin and not moving.

Fortunately, the weather was good today, and the sun shone into the hall, and the bolder old man of the night vigil found out that Miss Seven had a shadow, and if there was a shadow, it was not a demon or a monster.

Miss Seven is still alive!

When it was clear, the old man of the vigil hurriedly cleaned up the only bed in Yizhuang, and it had been an hour since Miss Seven sat on the edge of the bed and counted, but he didn't say a word.

Just when everyone was in a hurry, the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Zheng, arrived.

Zheng raised his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes, and at the same time raised his feet and walked into the room with an anxious expression, and he didn't care about the servant woman who was supporting her, so he hurried a few steps to the bedside.

"Seven girls." She called tentatively.

Su Ximei raised her head solemnly, her dull eyes stared at the woman in front of her, a little dim, her dark pupils didn't seem to have any focus, and her expression was also dumbfounded.

At first glance, it can be really frightening.

Zheng's gaze fell on her, looking at her quietly.

This girl was originally petite, her complexion was sallow as if she had rust, and her cheeks were mottled and overlapped with red spots and pockmarks since childhood.

I don't know if it's because I created some sin in my previous life, a good girl's family actually produced this picture, even if she doesn't die, she can only stay up in the house every day, let alone expect to marry a good husband.

"Good boy, I'm really sorry for you." Zheng opened his mouth to speak, but with a hint of sigh in his tone, he reached out and stroked Su Ximei's messy sideburns, with a loving smile on her face, just like she was really an elder who loved her juniors.

Su Ximei finally came back to her senses, but she only glanced at the gorgeously dressed woman in front of her, and even though she lowered her head, she didn't say anything. In Zheng's eyes, he thought that she hadn't woken up from Fang Cai's consternation.