The little magpie didn't say any complete sentences for a long time, Xiusun was a little anxious, so she had to say, "You think slowly, tell me everything you hear and see, and don't leave any details behind." ”

The little magpie gradually calmed down her nervous mood, and while recalling with a sideways face, she whispered, "Aunt Mo first wiped her sweat with a handkerchief, and then saw that the woody flowers in the yard were beautiful, so she stepped forward to pull a ......."

Xiusun was speechless, she wanted to interrupt, but if she did, this girl didn't know what to say, and besides, she said it herself, don't let go of any details, it is a taboo for the superiors to change their orders.

Well, if you say it, kneeling also counts.

"Aunt Mo said that if the wife wants to be majestic, let her be majestic for the time being, wait for that one to give birth to a son, and see if the wife can still be majestic." The little magpie learned from Aunt Mo to wipe her sweat, pinched her throat and imitated the pretending coquettish tone ten out of ten, Xiusun suddenly felt that her little magpie was not useless.

Then the little magpie Lala said a lot, most of which were how Aunt Mo picked flowers and how to pull the petals, and there was no substantive information.

Another half an hour passed, and she didn't rest until Yingge came in to urge her to rest.

Xiusun lay on the bed and thought lazily, although the little magpie was not clever, at least he had good observation and good memory, and he was a good material.

It's just that...... Son? Which one? Who is it referring to?

――I am the dividing line of the moon's bend---

In the middle of the moon, the light is like a thin veil, the black square beam, the white silk hangs silently, there is no wind, and it moves by itself.

A beautiful woman, with her hair like splashed ink, dressed in a light veil.

The wind came from nowhere, gently blowing her clothes and hair, again and again.

The woman walked slowly towards Bai Aya, step after step, vague and ethereal, her figure had long since lost her fireworks.

"Who are you?" Xiusun was very scared, she wanted to question loudly, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something, and she could only exhale without making a sound, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't make a sound.

"What are you going to do!" She saw that the woman continued to walk in the direction of Bai Aya, and she was inexplicably afraid.

"Don't," Xiusun somehow, after the initial fear, a thick pain welled up in her heart, as if a knife was digging something from the tip of her heart, and once it was dug up, it could never be repaired.

"You come back, don't." The suffocating fear drove Xiusun almost crazy, and she wanted to run over and hug the woman to prevent her from seeking death, but as if her whole body was tied, she couldn't move for half a minute.

Grief, powerlessness, remorse, anger, all kinds of emotions instantly surrounded Xiusun like a storm, like dense feather arrows, shooting every inch of her body through each other.

"Don't, don't......" Xiusun cried, thrashed, and danced with her teeth and claws, but she couldn't get close to the desperate figure at all.

I saw that she still slowly, slowly, climbed the drum stool, slowly and slowly stretched her neck into the white silk ring, and kicked off the stool without the slightest hesitation.

Xiusun watched as she felt that the heat in her body was also passing away little by little, and she watched her slender body slowly slump, only hanging in the knots of the white silk, floating around in the frosty moonlight.

"Don't, don't, don't......" Xiusun felt that her head was about to rise, and it seemed that she could finally speak, and when she opened her eyes, the darkness around her quickly dissipated, revealing the clarity of the warm candle flame.

She raised her sore arm and sat up, and turned her eyes to look outside the tent, the golden bean-like candlelight blurred on the curtain, getting brighter and brighter, the ginger curtain was lifted from the outside, and Yingge's small face looked smaller in the light of the candlelight.

Xiusun breathed a sigh of relief, and her head began to continue to run, and her scalp was still a little numb.

It turned out to be a dream, how could there be such a heart-wrenching dream.

"Miss, what's wrong with you, do you have a nightmare?" Yingge saw Xiusun's sluggish expression and was a little anxious, Miss loves nightmares, not once or twice, most of the time she has to be seriously ill.

Xiusun slowly fixed her eyes and saw Yingge's anxious eyes, sighed, and said softly, "I want to drink water." ”

Yingge observed Xiusun's expression, and seeing that she was not afraid of nervousness or anything like that, she put down the curtain and poured water.

Xiusun held the familiar small cup of Kwai Kou in both hands, and sipped the warm water one by one, and the salty feeling in her mouth gradually diluted.

The tent was still dim, Xiusun squinted, preventing Yingge from lighting the lamp, "Go to sleep, just move the drum stool in front of the dressing table to the side of the bed." ”

The song of the warbler went away.

Xiusun hugged the quilt alone in the dark and slowly drank two more sips of water, and the warm water was already a little cold.

His eyes had adjusted to the darkness, and he saw the moonlight peeking in from the window, weaving a white frost on the ginger tent.

This dream was too real to come back to my senses for a long time.

In the flash of light, a thought flashed through my mind, some people said that dreams predicted the future and would not ......

Xiusun suddenly felt a chill climb up her head from her back, and she suddenly remembered Ruan's irritability in the past few days!

Ruan's usually is indifferent to both her aunt and her concubine, but if she is provoked, although she is ruthless, she does not take it to heart, and the recent abnormality makes her very uneasy.

Aunt Mo said that the person also gave birth to a son, what does this mean? It can't be that a girl in this garden is pregnant? Or which aunt is pregnant but doesn't say anything?

This is unlikely, the wife housekeeper has taken out the posture of managing the shop in her mother's house when she was young, and all the housekeepers inside and outside have detailed rights and responsibilities, and the promotion system is rigorous and detailed, and the rewards and punishments are clear.

It is possible for someone to get pregnant, but even Aunt Zhao and Aunt Mo already know the things that the wife doesn't know, so it's impossible.

Then it could only be that it was out there.

It has been more than three months since the eighth master went to Linggu Temple to study behind closed doors, and more than three months is enough for a lot of things to happen.

For the eighth master to make mistakes again, Ruan should get used to it, but after all, Ruan is an ordinary woman, a woman, who doesn't want to get along with her husband, even if she doesn't love each other, how can you raise your eyebrows and respect each other.

However, these two couples are simply incompatible.

It is hoped that the Nguyen Thi will not slowly exhaust the hope of life in such a long state of fighting.

The water cup in her hand was already cold, and Xiusun's fingers hurt slightly, she lifted the curtain by the vast moonlight, placed the water cup on the drum stool next to the bed, and turned over and lay back on the pillow.

-- The dividing line where we fell asleep --

Thinking too much last night, Xiusun felt dizzy when she woke up in the morning, and hung her head to say goodbye to the old lady.

The old lady saw that her face was not good, and she was so anxious to ask for a doctor, Xiusun hurriedly grabbed her grandmother's arm, and was about to be coquettish, Xiuguan Xiuzhi and Xiuqian came over to say goodbye.

Xiusun hurriedly stood aside, waiting for a few of them to greet the old lady, and then go up to greet each other with a few sisters.

Xiuguan and Xiuzhi changed their arrogance and calmness yesterday, and they rarely looked a little cramped neatly, the two of them held the female ring of the penalty, and then looked at the eyes of the two, there were red threads on the whites of their eyes, which were obviously copied overnight.

The old lady glanced at it cursoryly, combined the two pieces of paper into one, and placed them on the book case beside her.

The two of them bowed their heads and waited for their grandmother to reprimand, but the old lady didn't say anything to blame, but said, "Mama Fang's niece and daughter-in-law are pregnant and need to be taken care of, so they will go home today." ”

"Grandmother!" Xiuguan exclaimed, she had just spoken to Mama Fang, and she didn't know anything about it.

Xiuzhi glanced at her and continued to hang her head.

The old lady lifted her eyelids and glanced at Xiuguan, Yu Guang glanced at Xiuzhi, lowered her eyes again, and said, "But Mama Fang is gone, and you can't be left alone, so let's go to the Buddha hall with me every afternoon in the future." ”

Xiuguan raised her head and widened her eyes, her face was full of disbelief, what to do, she has been working in a hurry to embroider the kang screen every day recently, and the rest of the time is used to practice the pipa, her fingertips have grinded out hard calluses, and she doesn't dare to sleep more, and now she has to take half a day every day to worship the Buddha, so she has no time to play the pipa for at least two or three months, and she has no time to learn poetry, calligraphy and painting.

Xiuguan felt extremely depressed, she knew that she was a concubine, it was difficult to have any good family, Mrs. was disgusted with her aunt, and Mrs. was not very dedicated to her marriage, she racked her brains to please the old lady, the old lady has been indifferent, and her father can't reach it in Jinling City.

These people who can decide her fate can't be changed, she can at least make herself better, although it can't play a decisive role, it's always right to be prepared, so she works hard day and night, and she doesn't dare to slack off for a moment, and now, she suddenly feels helpless and wants to cry.

I accidentally caught a glimpse of Xiusun standing next to her, her body was weak, her skin was sallow, her hair was sparse and dry, among the four sisters, she was the ugliest, she didn't study well, she knew how to play all day long, hum, she was also worthy of being a concubine.

Unconsciously, Xiuguan's gaze staring at Xiusun was a little sharp.

Xiusun saw it, pretended not to see it, Xiuzhi saw it, and lowered her eyes silently.

The old lady was not polite and asked Xiuguan directly, "You don't want to?" ”

Xiuguan woke up with an agitated spirit, retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes to the old lady, and said in a low voice, "Granddaughter doesn't dare." ”

Xiusun took advantage of this moment to wink at the old lady, meaning, old lady, you learn from me.

The old lady curled the corners of her mouth, indicating that you know now.

After saying goodbye, Xiuguan and Xiuzhi were sent back to their respective courtyards, and Xiusun and Xiuqian were left at the Huanshi Mountain House for breakfast.

Aunt Mo was excited about this for a long time, and almost flew up when she walked.

In the afternoon of the same day, the four sisters began the first collective worship of the Buddha, the specific subject is to burn incense and copy the scriptures with clean hands, how much to copy depends on personal efficiency, but the old lady sat aside and recited the scriptures, no one dared to be lazy, even Xiuqian was held by Fang's mother to teach her to hold a pen and write.

Xiusun copied for a long time, her eyes were a little sour, she opened her mouth to bite the pen tube of Xiangfei Bamboo through the fan with a flow of water patterns, and saw the weeping willows on the shore of the pond in the backyard, the warm breeze blowing, and the silkworms quietly rose up a piece of snowflake-like catkins.