"Dad, Dad, Xiaohua next door showed off her red head rope in front of me again yesterday, can Daddy buy me one too? I heard that it only costs half a penny. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

The delicate and cute children's voice echoed in Wang Er's ears again, and when he got up early and went out, his daughter's innocent smile and beast-like longing eyes also knocked on his heart. Wang Er, who was paralyzed on the ground like mud, suddenly straightened his waist, took a few breaths, and pinched the red head rope held in the palm of his hand, and the inferior dye on the head rope blurred in his palm little by little.

Wang Er raised his head slightly and looked around, and the onlookers all looked at him coldly, and the disdain in his eyes was unobstructed. He felt that his gaze was hot, like a melting pot, and he had nowhere to stay.

Why don't you die headlong in the wheel?

"Second son, eldest brother, I'll tell you the truth, stopping the carriage is a dangerous job, not to mention a leg, you can't even save your life. But this is a big business, and the eldest brother promises that if you are unlucky, I will take care of your little daughter. Second son, you also know, brother, I will not lie to you. ”

I don't know where the rough male voice that came out of his head made Wang Eryi tremble, and the red head rope in his palm almost fell to the ground. But his eyes darkened, and he became more and more determined in his previous thoughts.

"It's raining."

The sedan chair, which had been silent, suddenly came out with a sweet and clear children's voice.

"It's raining, we need to hurry up."

As if talking to herself, her voice became a little heavier, but the owner of the voice should be in a good mood at the moment, even through the sedan curtain, everyone seems to be able to see her eyebrows and eyes, pursing her lips and smiling.

"Miss, this" Qiu Ju frowned and glanced at Wang Er, and muttered in the direction of the sedan chair.

"Don't pursue it, give him and the little girl who just spoke a hundred taels of silver."

Everyone who held their breath and waited for the result was stunned, and then a little depressed, how could this money-scolding girl have an ending with the little girl who dared to expose her mother?

Qiu Ju was also slightly stunned, her mouth half open, and she was stunned.

"It's raining heavily, hurry up." It was still a somewhat indifferent voice, but with a tone that could not be denied.

"Our young lady is soft-hearted, and it's cheaper for you to be skinny." Qiu Ju suppressed the unhappiness in her heart, reluctantly stepped forward, slowly took out some miscellaneous silver tickets from her purse, made up enough for a hundred taels, and threw them at Wang Er's feet after spitting.

After scolding, Qiu Ju's heart was much more relaxed, and then she walked towards Gu Nanfeng with a light smile, half-squatting, stuffed a brand-new hundred taels of silver ticket into the little girl's hand, and said softly: "Thank you so much, our young lady let you settle your mother well with this money, don't be sad, go home early to rest before the rain." ”

Qiu Ju bowed down again and thanked him before turning around and returning to the sedan chair.

The rain suddenly intensified, and there were some uncovered lichens on the side of the official road, and small puddles accumulated on the bumpy road.

Nalan Qi half-lifted the sedan curtain on the left, and saw Gu Nanfeng bowing back to Qiu Ju with low eyebrows, and lowered his head shyly. Although it was fleeting, Nalan Qi still caught a glimpse of the calculation and loss hidden in her eyes. The door curtain moved slightly, thinking that Qiu Ju was on the sedan chair, and it was still wrapped in a warm humidity of spring rain.

"Let's go" Nalan Qi tilted his head and put down the sedan curtain.

The carriage rolled and rolled, splashing shallow water in the low-lying puddles, and the shabby robe of the second king was wet, and he still knelt stiffly on the ground in a twisted posture, his face numb and sad.

"Ding" something fell in front of Wang Er, making a crisp sound, it was a vermilion hairband woven with four warp twists, and some colorful agate was worn on the belt surface. Wang Er's unfocused pupils touched the hairband, but it froze suddenly, and the Adam's apple made a violent swallowing sound. He hurriedly raised his head, and through the light rain, under the half-raised sedan curtain, he faced a pair of extremely light but beautiful eyes, just one glance, quiet and profound, as if he had seen through the absurd and complicated life of the first thirty years.

"To your daughter" The girl's mouth opened and closed slightly, and she lowered the sedan curtain very casually. The rain in April fell on Wang Er's eyes, and there was a warm and moist feeling.

"Miss, what are you talking about, daughter? This kind of splashing skin is also lucky, I met you, if it was another powerful family, I am afraid that I would have been beaten to death with a stick. ”

Qiu Ju half-bowed down to clean up the melons and fruits that had just rolled down in the sedan chair, and at the same time frowned and spoke sullenly, with a faint look of resentment on her face.

"I saw that the man, no matter how much trouble, kept holding a red head rope in his hand, and thought that he must have a daughter who is very beloved, maybe a poor man."

Nalan Qi picked out an almond compote from the food box, picked out the core, and ate it slowly and methodically before he smiled and spoke.

"Whatever poor man is, the Master says that there must be something hateful about poor people!" Qiu Ju had already cleaned up her hands and feet briskly, half-squatting beside Nalan Qi, and facing the corner of her clothes that was wet with tea with a bitter face.

"Hehe, hateful people may also have pity." Nalan Qi seemed to be talking to himself, sighed indifferently, and took out a pair of ink treasures from a few dwarfs.

The whole country knows that the old man of the second room of Nalan Mansion Danqing has a wonderful pen, and if Nalan Qi's father is out of the house, he will often meet some famous sons who ask for paintings. Although he also knows that painting pays attention to the state of mind, but can not get rid of the identity of the children of the deceased, he simply placed a pair of ink treasures in all the sedan chairs in the second room, if someone asks for a painting, make a painting on the spot in the sedan chair, and the right to practice the pen.

"What is the young lady going to do?" Qiu Ju leaned over and asked softly.

Nalan Qi didn't pay attention to Qiu Ju, and smiled lightly. She lowered her head and stared carefully at the stain on the corner of her clothes, her eyes darkening, as if she was pondering something.

But for a moment, Nalan Qi blinked, lifted the ink pen, and although his face was still light and light, his hand movements were a little more cautious.

With a few strokes, there is a lark with wings ready to fly in the corner of the clothes, which is not abrupt, and the cloud and bamboo background of ink thread weaving and embroidery is integrated, which adds a few touches of boudoir interest.

Qiu Ju stared at a pair of slender eyes, very surprised, but her face was full of joy.

"Miss, the slave is a rough person, although I don't understand this, but I see that you can draw much better than the second girl in the big house."

The lord of the big house of Nalan Mansion is a first-class hussar general personally appointed by the imperial court, stationed on the frontier all the year round, fighting in the south and the north, and rarely returning home. Even his wife and three children lived in poverty in that bitter cold place.

Although the second girl of the big house, Nalan Er, is nine years old, but she is well-known in the country of Dip Mo, and when she was eight years old, she casually made a border sunset map into the national capital, and was even auctioned for a high price of 50 taels of gold. Even Nalan Qi's father, who has a very high vision, will praise Nalan Qi for his talent when he talks about several juniors in the house, and his mood is not comparable to that of ordinary children.

Nalan Qi lifted the sedan curtain, leaned sideways, and washed the ink dirty pen in his hand in the rain. The rain became more and more intensive, dripping, she raised her head, looked at the rain curtain and was slightly stunned, this endless rainy season, a lot of things happened in the big house that caught people off guard.

First of all, the eldest lady who was far away on the frontier, after all, did not resist the moisture accumulated over the years in the cold and bitter cold place, left a few children behind, and left. Subsequently, the current saint took advantage of this incident to summon the uncle back to Beijing, received his military power, and in order to show the emperor's grace, Nalan Yiyi, the thirteen-year-old eldest girl of Nalan Mansion, was included in the harem and directly sealed the concubine.

This girl who followed her father to the Quartet, in the prime of her youth, did not have time to play the last song and galloped freely on horseback, and was trapped in the vermilion Quartet cage. I heard that when the country was broken, she, along with all the concubines, was strangled to death in the Chengqian Palace.

"Miss, the tip of the pen is flushed clean, be careful not to wet the cuffs" Qiu Ju's low exclamation sounded behind Nalan Qi.