Early in the morning of the second day, the convoys of the Lan and Hu families left first, and Mrs. Lan did not take Lan Jiayin, Grandma Hu and Hu Qinghui out until lunch. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Today, the ladies of the Lan and Hu families are all dressed very plainly, Mrs. Lan is wearing a white muslin gown, with long hair tied up with round sideburns, and a silver flat square with a hollow plum blossom, which looks very simple and casual.

It's a pity that her temperament is too outstanding, even if she dresses up simply, she still has the same style, and no one can underestimate her.

Grandma Hu also got a mention from her husband last night, wearing a half-worn home-style jade-colored thin silk gown, and she didn't dare to wear more ornaments on her meniscus sideburns, so she put on a hairpin with a general hairpin, and she became a rich daughter-in-law from a noble lady.

Lan Jiayin and Hu Qinghui are simpler, with a white cotton shirt, a half-arm of the same color, and a pair of silver cloves on their ears all over their bodies, which are all jewelry, refreshing and refreshing, but more pretty.

Mrs. Lan felt that it was inappropriate, but looking up and down, left and right, the two children couldn't be more simple in dressing, there was really nothing to streamline, and she could only sigh secretly, "It's good, you can't cover the color if you don't dress up." ”

This is not an escape, she can't do too much, this kind of thing is unthinkable, she can't help frowning, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

Lan Jiayin saw that her mother looked like she wanted to speak and stopped, just staring at herself and Wanwan, she looked at her friend standing side by side in wonder, and suddenly understood what her mother was worried about.

immediately beckoned to Jinluo, and commanded two sentences in his ear, Jinluo nodded again and again, and bent his knees.

After going round and round on the carriage, he came over with two plain ropas in his hand, which were slightly larger than the usual handkerchiefs, not as transparent as the gauze handkerchiefs, and there were two ties at the upper corners.

Lan Jiayin chose the white one and asked Jinzhu to help her tie it, and immediately, most of her pretty face was covered, only a pair of big watery eyes were exposed, dripping and turning.

Mrs. Lan couldn't help laughing, shook her head and said, "Liao is nothing, alas, you little ones, don't open the curtains for a while." ”

Hu Qinghui was asking Cui Yu to tie the Hunan color handkerchief to himself according to the gourd painting, and when he heard the words, he obediently responded well, and there was no other superfluous word.

Mrs. Lan liked her well-known and wordless temperament the most, so she reached out to help Hu Qinghui dust off her clothes, and said softly, "It's okay, my aunt is here." ”

Hu Qinghui smiled, took Mrs. Lan's arm, and sent the elders to the first carriage, only then turned back and pulled Lan Jiayin into the third carriage.

There were not many people left, and in a short time they were all settled, and with a crisp whip, the three carriages headed towards the small rocky mountain in the distance.

If you look closely, it is not difficult to see that the coachmen who drove the car and the little guys who accompanied them were all tall and healthy people with divine eyes.

Lan Mingdong is a smart person, Luo Chunguo is not stupid, he understands his boss, who is the most important, and naturally knows the truth just in case.

From the hands of people who are not enough, he picked fifteen of the best skills and gave them to Mrs. Lan to call, plus Lan Mingdong dressed as a hunter, a farmer, and twenty generals who followed behind, which was somewhat self-preservation.

Not long after Mrs. Lan and her party left through the front door of the person staying overnight, the door next to the family creaked open, and a middle-aged fat man sneaked out of it.

This walked to the three-way road at the entrance of the village, looked around, and took advantage of the fact that there was no one, so he made a mark with stones on the east wall, and the direction of the mark was the direction in which Mrs. Lan and her party left.

After drawing the mark, the man threw the stone in his hand at will, put his hands behind his back, babbled and hummed the play, and walked back to the village.

The three-way crossing, which was not wide, instantly returned to silence, only a gust of wind blew, rolled up the sand and soil in the air, and fell down again after a long time.

No matter how you look at it, this village is just an ordinary, inconspicuous western village......

Xiaoyan Mountain, away from Qingxi Town, where the Lan family stayed, is only fifteen or sixteen miles away, although it is necessary to enter the mountain from the small road, but it is not too far from the main road overall.

Looking at the past from a distance, this mountain is not too high, only about half of the height of Wanyun Mountain, and the eaves courtyard wall is faintly seen on the mountainside, which is hidden by the lush towering trees.

It's the green mountains and green trees, and the difference is quite big as Lan Jiayin imagined, not bare and ugly.

As for what she has been worried about, I'm afraid that the mountain low nunnery is small and there is no road, and it is lucky that it did not happen, and the people who have always supported the Jingshui Nunnery still have some strength, and the stone road has been repaired to the front of the nunnery.

The backwoods also have the benefits of being in the middle of nowhere, at least you don't have to follow too many rules, and there is not much attention to detail, and the carriage can go all the way to the door, and it doesn't require you to walk in order to show your sincerity.

As soon as I got off the carriage, Lan Jiayin, who was bored all the way, felt that my eyes were bright, and the still water nunnery in front of me covered an area of about fourteen or fifteen acres, and the winding white walls were full of tender green creepers, and orange-red Lingxiao flowers were planted from time to time.

The creeper is full of greenery, the Lingxiao flower is full of energy, red and green, with this ordinary place, adding a bit of elegance, and the connotation of this small nunnery has been improved a lot.

She approached Hu Qinghui and whispered, "It seems that this owner of the nunnery is still an elegant person, just this glance can not see the edge of the flower wall, so neatly trimmed, you can see that she is a hobby." ”

Hu Qinghui tugged at the placket of his moon-white soft cloth, wanting to try to smooth out the wrinkles, and couldn't help but chuckle when he heard this, "Isn't Yaren good?" ”

"Let's stay for two or three days, if the owner of the nunnery is interesting, we won't be too bored."

After that, he turned his face and asked Lan Jiarou, "Sister Rou'er, are you right?" ”

Lan Jia was introverted and shy, and when she saw Hu Qinghui taking the initiative to ask her, she instantly blushed first, hung her head and squeaked, "Well, well, what Sister Wanwan said is." ”

She and Hu Qinghui are both fourteen years old, but Hu Qinghui is a month older, and both of them are from famous families, but unfortunately, one concubine has been raised into two kinds of people.

Compared with the dignified and atmospheric Hu Qinghui, Lan Jiarou became more and more childish, standing in front of people, as if she couldn't even lift her head.

Lan Jiayin didn't like this kind of unproductive thing the most, and said with a cold face: "Wanwan asked you something, and my sister said it well, she is so soft-spoken, is it possible that she still scares you?" ”

Lan Jiarou's body shook when she heard this, her face turned even redder, like a frightened rabbit, she quickly glanced at her fifth sister, and forcibly held back the tears that were about to gush out.

He said softly: "Sister Wanwan is right, and my sister thinks so too." (To be continued.) )