As soon as the sky was bright, the pale cyan morning mist was like a slowly falling veil, and when the mountain shadow just appeared, it hid the girl's shy true face.

The morning mist carries water vapor, diffuses, the embankment by the river looks like a long dragon perched from a distance, the huge thing that seems to be the back of the spine, is a winch used to hang stones, and the pieces of craggy protrusions, which are reserved for the interface with the pond canal.

The black spot on the embankment like ants is the laborers from various states and counties, who gathered on the embankment by the light of the sky and the morning mist, striving to complete the embankment before the summer flood.

In the government of the county guard's mansion, Chu Feifei sat in front of the window, holding a charcoal in one hand and a stack of paper notes in the other, tilting her head back, accommodating Ah Fang who was carefully combing her hair behind her.

"It's too hard for my master." Ah Fang was a little distressed.

Chu Feifei replied casually, pressed the paper full of fly's heads on the window lattice, and then drew a circle somewhere with charcoal.

"Or, the slave and maid will write again and urge Manager Lu?" Ah Fang frowned and said: "The master's body is already thin, and he was seriously ill a while ago, and now he can't even eat supplements, so how can he get it if he goes on like this?"

Chu Feifei had already finished reading a page at this time, put it aside, scratched his uncomfortable scalp with a pen made of bamboo and wood, and stared at the dense text on the next page and said, "It's too tight, Ah Fang, why don't you help me comb a ponytail." ”

"Ponytail?" Ah Fang thought about it and smiled. This statement is very vivid and interesting, and it really looks like the master's style.

Ah Fang scattered the hair that had been knotted into a bun and combed it back according to the imaginary ponytail.

"Why don't you write a letter to the chief manager himself? The master himself said that Mr. Cui should not stop him, the slave heard that the chief manager wanted to come very much, but Mr. Cui did not allow it. Ah Fang said this and flattened his mouth dissatisfied, because Mr. Cui is the identity of the emperor, even if he does not have any title in Scarlet Residence, he seems to be the first person below the independent son. Lu Kun, even if he is the chief manager of the Scarlet Residence, can only obey orders.

"Brother Lu?" Chu Feifei drew in circles on the paper. While preoccupiantly saying: "He's too busy." And I want money and things here, and I rely on the support of Scarlet Living in the back, Brother Lu still takes care of the logistics, and this matter has to be handed over to others. I'm not at ease either. ”

Ah Fang sighed worriedly. On Jinju's side, they are not short of manpower. It's a pity that these people are not martial artists, or literati who don't understand the economy, but Scarlet House has sent a lot of bookkeepers. and craftsmen from all walks of life, but these can only help the master take care of some trivial matters, when it comes to governing Jinju and planning as a whole, no one can really help.

"It would be nice if Lord Xia was here, how could I share some of the burden for the master." Ah Fang sighed.

Chu Feifei's hand that was originally drawing a circle paused, and suddenly turned around, and the hair that Ah Fang had grabbed was scattered like this.

"Hey, don't move, master." Ah Fang complained.

Chu Feishuang's eyes were shining: "Yes, a few days ago, didn't you say that you received the news that Xia Shaoyuan's injury was about to heal?" When will he come back? ”

Ah Fang gently pushed Chu Feifei's head back into place, picked up the rhino horn again and combed his hair like water, and said: "It's been a hundred days to hurt your muscles and bones, if you want to recover completely, it's not so fast." However, the slave maid heard that Lord Xia was worried about his master, and he shouted all day long that he wanted to go on the road immediately. Ah Fang pursed his lips and smiled when he said this: "Master, the slave thinks that Lord Xia is really not saying anything to the master." ”

Hearing that Xia Shaoyuan would not be able to come back for a while, Chu Feifei sighed bitterly, and her attention returned to the document, and she didn't hear Ah Fang's last sentence.

Ah Fang quietly glanced at Chu Feifei's face, and sighed slightly, alas, although this Lord Xia has already made up his mind, his status in the master's heart seems to be so bad, especially when the master needs him the most, he can't be by his side. It's hard to say whether there will be any changes in the future.

As for the unknown origin of Du Ziqi, Scarlet Ju took a lot of effort, and he didn't find out why, but the master has a great heart, alas, this is really sad.

Ah Fang thought about his thoughts, but the movements in his hands were not slow, a black ribbon tied up the delicate ponytail, Chu Feifei's head shape was already good, and the back of his head was round, which was very suitable for this hairstyle. Ah Fang took a step back and looked at it with satisfaction, feeling that the black ribbon was a little too plain, and such a neat hairstyle was not suitable for some beaded flowers.

Ah Fang frowned and looked left and right, and suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Scarlet Ranju sent new clothes for this summer, including a water blue summer shirt with a smoke-colored belt, which was decorated with blue diamonds and gold and jade, and the color matching was very eye-catching, but it was not publicized, and the master said it was good at the time.

Thinking of this, Ah Fang went to the side and opened the wardrobe, found the belt, compared it in his hand, and felt that the belt was a little thicker if it was tied to his head, so he found scissors from the cage on the side, peeked at the master, and saw that the master was concentrating on reading the letterhead, so he cut it down with a pair of scissors without hesitation.

After a while, Chu Feifei heard Ah Fang's voice: "Master, the ponytail is tied, master, do you want to use this golden phoenix, or use this ink jade hairpin?" ”

Chu Feifei raised his head and looked at the delicate little face in the opposite mirror, his hair was all tucked behind his head, and it became more and more obvious that this little face was snowy and picturesque, and he really couldn't see the shadow of the little girl with half of his forehead regained.

Chu Feifei raised his hand and brushed the airy bangs on his forehead, and said with a smile: "I still like this hairstyle, I think I will be in Jinzhou in the future, we will get it like this, and I am too lazy to wear a hat, it's weird hot." ”

Ah Fang chuckled and said: "The master said that it would be good, but it was a big deal to let the Ministry of Rites change the uniform system of Yipin Shang Palace, which is cheaper." The slave maid also felt that the head of the phoenix winged tail was nondescript, and it was better to use the phoenix hairpin directly. ”

Let the Ministry of Rites change the uniform system? Chu Feifei smiled lightly and shook her head in her heart, the little girl really didn't know how to speak, her tone was so big that she couldn't go anywhere, the Ministry of Etiquette paid attention to respecting the etiquette law and following the ancestral system, how could she change the etiquette law for the sake of her being uncomfortable?

However, Chu Feifei didn't know that in Ah Fang's heart, as the master, let alone not wearing a crown and hat, even if the master said that he would wear short-sleeved shirts in the future, the Ministry of Etiquette would have to do it obediently.

What's more, the current Ministry of Rites Shangshu has long been his own person.

(To be continued.) )