"The girl is polite, and the little Ming Quan'er is the entourage of the eighth master." On the second day, the bamboo basket was on duty in the Yilan Pavilion, and a person in his thirties came to look for the bamboo basket.

"My father-in-law is polite, I don't know what my father-in-law commands?" After listening to his identity, and then looking at the person's dress, Zhu Zhen probably understood that this person or the personal eunuch brought out by Babeile when he left the palace to build the mansion may not have a low status.

"Don't dare, don't dare." Ming Quan smiled again and again, took out a small and delicate rosewood box from his sleeve, and said, "The master ordered this object to be sent to the girl, which is considered to be a compensation to the girl." ”

Seeing that this was said in a daze, the bamboo basket understood, and it was really far-fetched to say "compensation", yesterday she was startled by Babeiler, and she didn't think that it happened that the hairpin was not stable, and it fell into two. Babel didn't say anything at the time, and Zhu Ji didn't take it to heart, and he didn't expect that he would send something as compensation. Zhu Zhen hurriedly pushed: "Trouble my father-in-law to convey it on behalf of Zhu Zong, the master is not to blame the master is already generous, Zhu Zhen is very grateful, this wooden box, please take it back to my father-in-law." ”

Ming Quan stuffed the small box into the bamboo basket's hand, and said: "The master ordered, this object must be handed over to the girl, otherwise the slave will be punished for a crime of ineffectiveness, please accept it, if there is anything, the girl will personally say it to the master." Without waiting for Zhu Ji to say anything more, Ming Quan said "farewell" and disappeared.

The bamboo basket couldn't, closed the door and entered the house, sat down in front of the dresser, and opened the box - it was a wooden hairpin. Very simple appearance, not even a little pattern, but the bamboo basket found that the wooden comb exudes a long and dark fragrance, she does not love incense, but the fragrance of this wooden hairpin smells very pleasant.

Zhu Ji can't see what kind of wood this is, and can't guess the value and meaning of this wooden hairpin, although she is the palace maid in the Chuxiu Palace, but the relationship with Babeile is only one side, he didn't blame her for losing her honor in front of the master, but sent a wooden hairpin to her, isn't it that Babeile really treats the palace people to such a situation?

Bamboo put the hairpin back in the box and put it away, intending to find an opportunity to return the hairpin to Babel.

Plain hands are delicate, but not like the general pampered Miss Boudoir, but faintly revealing a tenacity and strength, not like Hui love, everything must be strong, even writing is like fighting with whom.

Babel sighed slightly in his heart, and smiled when he saw the bamboo basket's expression. I have never seen a girl write like this, and the girls have always sat in the girl's house, all of them are square and beautiful, and when transcribing and painting, it is a quiet and graceful posture. This girl leaned on her cheeks, frowned, as if she was disturbed by something, pouting and looking embarrassed, although it was not in line with the girl's style, but it was rare to be natural and comfortable.

Babel turned his gaze to the hand of the bamboo basket holding the pen, the vermilion urchin agate wolf pen is pleasing to the eye, the posture of holding the pen is not only correct, but also shows a bit of casualness, obviously the person holding the pen not only knows how to write, but also should be a good hand, but her words...... Babel stood with his hands on his hands, his right thumb fumbling with the wrench of his left hand.

"If all the girls write like you, what will it be?" Babel took the brush from the bamboo basket's hand and said.

Aunt Hua Shu wanted to embroider a handkerchief, but she didn't have time to draw embroidery patterns, so she asked Zhu Zhen to help her draw a few. Zhu Zhen wanted to refuse, she can draw a cartoon, if you draw this ancient embroidered pattern, there is really no way to start. It's just that Zakuta Zhuzhen was born in an official family, and if it seems that it is not reasonable to say that he can't draw embroidery, he has to bite the bullet. She was on duty today, and Concubine Liang didn't come over, so Zhu Ji thought about taking advantage of nothing to do and deal with this errand, not wanting Babeile to suddenly make a sound, but to startle her, and hurriedly got up to ask for an confession.

Babel called out and walked around to the desk, but saw that the rice paper was blank, and there was not a word, and he said suspiciously: "Why, holding a pen but not even writing a word?" ”

Zhu Zhen was slightly blessed and said: "If you go back to your master, Aunt Hua Shu asked the slave to draw a few embroidery samples, but the slave didn't know what to draw for a while, so the paper was empty." ”

Babeile soaked the pen that he had just taken out of the bamboo basket in the celadon pen wash on the desk, hung it on the rosewood pen holder on the side, and picked a bamboo tube sheep's hair, moistened the pen, and said: "Embroidering those butterfly flowers is cheesy, not as elegant as transcribing a small poem." ”

"The master still has an idea, but the slave can't think of it." The slave maid flattered her lips twice, but she wanted to shout in her heart, don't make trouble, Eighth Master!

The bamboo basket was sneering on this side, and she was pulled down by Babel, struggling to remember, but Babel seemed to be easily shackled by her wrist, but she couldn't break free.

"Master, the slave and maid are humble, and they dare not sit with the master, please let the slave and maid get up." Zhu Zhen gave up the struggle and planned to reason with Babel.

"Have you ever read the Book of Songs?" For the bamboo basket's request, Babeile turned a deaf ear and laid out another mirror note.

Zhu Zhen didn't want to speak again, so he had to answer: "I've only heard a few sentences." ”

"I'll teach you a song when I'm free today." Babel was in a good mood.

After being silent for a moment, Zhu Zhen responded with a "yes", speaking of which, she was a little curious about the words of the eighth master, and heard that Kangxi was dissatisfied with his calligraphy, and specially invited He Zhuo to teach him, but now he must have practiced a good hand, and she is afraid that she will not be able to see his early words.

"Jing Nu Qishu, I am in the corner of the city. Love but not see, scratching his head and hesitating.

Quiet girl, let me care. Tong Guan Youwei said that she was beautiful.

Self-shepherding, beautiful and different. The bandit girl is beautiful, and the beauty is beautiful. ”

It's "The Wind and the Quiet Girl", why did Babel suddenly remember to write this one? In his ears, Babel would read out every sentence he wrote, and he didn't know what words to use to describe his voice at the moment, just like a spring afternoon, warm, with the feeling of gently caressing the clean and dry skin that had just taken a bath with a fine plain cloth with the residual warmth of the sun, and even felt the hairs on the muslin cloth due to long-term use, crispy and itchy, but very pleasant.

"Can you write it down?" After finishing the book, Babel put the brush on Qingyu's pen and said.

"I remember a little." Zhu Zhen recalled that he had read an article out of nowhere, and put this poem on Guo Jing and Huang Rong, which made Zhu Zhen's eyes light up, and he felt that it was quite appropriate and vivid, but these could not be discussed with Babel. Zhu Zhen stood up and saluted, "Thank you, ...... Ye"

Halfway through the ceremony, he was stopped by Babel: "It's too late to thank you, you will take a look at this first." ”

What about writing poems as embroidery? Is this a calligraphy class or a poetry appreciation lecture? Zhu Zhen complained in his heart, but his face was well-behaved and sat down to copy it seriously.

Seeing that the bamboo basket was writing carefully, Babeiler tightened his cuffs, picked up the tea cup on the side and took a sip of tea. After the bamboo basket was transcribed, he handed the rice paper to Babel for tasting, and Babel took it, but he suddenly stiffened slightly for a moment, and then turned his head to look at the bamboo basket. Zhu Zhen didn't know what Babel meant, and looked back at Babel, a little inexplicable.

Babel seemed to want to confirm something from Zhu Zhen's eyes, but after all, he couldn't get the answer he wanted, and his expression was subtle for a while, but he didn't say anything, only got up and walked to the side of the landing fish tank.

Seeing that Babel was silent, Zhu Ji remembered the wooden hairpin, walked behind Babel, and said softly: "Master, that wooden hairpin...... It was too precious, and the slave didn't dare to accept it, so he asked the master to allow the slave and maid to return it. ”

"But a hairpin is also worth your theory with me?" Babel casually sprinkled some fish food into the ceramic fish tank, causing the white five-colored koi in the tank to swim hurriedly to scramble, throwing out a few splashes and splashing on the white jade-like hands, which became more and more transparent. Seeing this, Babel was not annoyed or angry, still maintained the slightly raised corners of his lips, took a handkerchief from his sleeve and rubbed it a few times, and then casually threw it on the bookcase on the side. Turning around, facing the bamboo basket, the smile on Babel's face had not yet faded, and there was a faint softness between his eyebrows and eyes.

"The slave and the maid dare not reason with the master, the master did not blame the slave and the maid for being a blessing for the slave and the maid, where do you dare to accept the master's hairpin, the slave and the maid can't afford it." The bamboo basket lowered his head, and the hands holding the wooden box lifted up a few more points.

"You...... Don't you really remember me? In the middle of the night, Babel suddenly spat out such a sentence.

In just one sentence, Zhu Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and then beat violently, is it really unfortunate that she said that this Zakuta Zhu Zhen is related to Concubine Liang's mother and son? What is the depth of this relationship? Just now he looked at himself with a clear meaning, could it be that he recognized the handwriting of the bamboo basket? Zhu Zhen suddenly remembered the man in white in his memory, either he or ......

"Let's get up first." Babel said lightly, turned around and sat on the wooden kang beside him.

The bamboo basket got up slowly, his head still lowered, and his thoughts turned in his heart, thinking about how to deal with it, and hoping not to show his stuffing in front of Babel.

"Half a month ago, you were designed to fall into the water, can you remember?" Babel took a sip of tea and reminded while putting the cup on the kang table beside him.

"Engineered?" Zhu Zheng was surprised, if it was half a month ago, it was almost when she first came over, could it be that Zhu Zong's fever was actually because of falling into the water?

"It seems that no one told you that your sunset was not an accident, but caused by the same show girl. Don't say that such a puddle of mud, is the lake stone steps, the palace has a waiter to clean, in case the moss slips for a long time, the drought in early spring, there is no rain in those days, but your feet slip into the water, don't you come strange? ”

While digesting Babel's news, Zhu Ji secretly breathed a sigh of relief, if there was such a relationship between Zhu Ji and Babel, she would not worry that she would be in trouble. Zhu Zhen knelt on the ground again, made a big salute, and said, "Slave and maid thank you for saving your life." That day, the slave and maid were only afraid in the panic, and they couldn't remember it, and then they burned badly, and their brains were chaotic, and they couldn't thank their master in time, and asked them to forgive their sins. ”

"Get up." Babel laughed, "You were also frightened that day, and now your body is so good?" ”

"Thanks to the blessing of the master and the master, the slaves and maids are all right."

Babel nodded and said, "That's fine." Then he got up, "There's nothing going on here, you can go back to the house." With that, he straightened his cuffs and walked outside.

The bamboo basket should get down, salute, and see Babeile go out, and when the people are far away, she remembers that she has not been able to return this hairpin. Although he didn't understand Babel's series of actions, Zhu Ji put aside his distractions, sat back at the table and drew a few tricks, intending to take them to Aunt Hua Shu.

When the ink was dry, Zhu Zhen was holding the table case while slandering Ba Beiler, Aunt Hua Shu had been on an errand in Chuxiu Palace for some years, and this Ba Beile didn't even know that Aunt Hua Shu couldn't read, she had to stuff Aunt Hua Shu's heart, which shows that these masters don't take the minions seriously.