Qingyun looked at the sky with both eyes, and there was a fine streamer at the bottom of her clear eyes, and in the bright and bright, she was jumping with anger and anger.

She cursed in her heart, which god in the sky did she offend, and actually let her wear it to such a desperate place.

How can she come and be safe?!

Thinking of carrying the black pot for others, and being speechless, Qingyunyun's hands under his sleeves were tightened.

The board was also beaten, and she was also punished for copying family rules and Buddhist scriptures, and even steamed buns and needles, such horrific things have been done, she wants to know what they want to do with her?!

Qingyun turned around and went back to the Buddha hall.

Behind him was Mrs. Wu's lamenting voice, "It's a pity that the beautiful face of the cousin girl is like a hibiscus flower, if she really has a scar, she won't cry to death?" ”

The little maid nodded again and again, "That's it, Mrs. Mu is here, the anger on her face, I am standing far away, I am aware of it." ”

Liuying pricked up her ears and eavesdropped, the more she listened, the more worried her face became, for her daughter's family, the face is the most important thing, the cousin hurt her face, she must hate the girl to death.

The old lady doesn't like the girl, and how much Mrs. Mu gives them a lot of anger, they will definitely get it back from the girl.

Liuying looked at Qingyun and wanted to ask her what to do next, but her mouth moved a few times, and finally she didn't say a word.

Qingyun prayed not to ask her to go to Chunhui Courtyard, she really didn't want to be beaten by the board, she was beaten by the twenty boards ten days ago, she just didn't pay attention to sitting heavily now, and she would still have a faint pain.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

As soon as she sat down, a maid wearing a shallow grass green skirt came in and said, "Third girl, the old lady asked you to go to Chunhui Courtyard." ”

The maid spoke as soon as she entered the door, without even bending her waist.

And the tone of the speech was somewhat impatient.

The Buddha Hall is too far away from Chunhui Temple, and even if you walk and run, you also need a cup of tea.

Chunhui Courtyard is so lively, but she has to be summoned to the Buddha Hall to spread the word, the more she thinks about it, the more angry she is, and it is strange that she has a good face for Qingyun.

Feeling a chill on her body, the maid became more and more impatient between her eyebrows, and urged, "Hurry up, the old lady is still waiting." ”

After saying that, he quickly withdrew and went to bask in the sun.

Liuying was angry and couldn't wait to pound the table and scolded, "The dog's eyes look down on people!" It's just a third-class messenger in Chunhui Courtyard, and she dares to show the girl's face! ”

Liuying scolded, just to vent her dissatisfaction in her heart, and her voice was still low, for fear of being heard by the maid.

It can be seen that they are still a little self-aware, and they know that a third-class little maid in Chunhui Courtyard is not something they can provoke.

Thinking about it, Qingyun sneered.

Her status as a concubine in the mansion is really low to the dust, and even a third-class little maid dares not to take her in her eyes, how can she feel like the street rat that everyone shouts and beats.

Knowing that there was nothing good waiting for her in Chunhui Courtyard, she still had to go hard, otherwise she would be too late to go and be ridiculed again.

With the little maid out of the Buddha hall.

After taking a few steps forward, Qingyun's nose moved, and she smelled a faint fragrance of pear blossoms.

She glanced over and saw that not far away next to the corner of the Buddha Incense Temple, there was a pear blossom, blooming clearly, flourishing like snow, and dripping with condensation.

A bird landed on a branch of a pear tree and shook off a snow petal.

The breeze blows, and the snow petals of the pear blossoms roll away in the distance.

Go further, spare a rockery, and the eyes are bright again.

A bluestone paved path, on both sides of the ancient wood sky, shade the sun, is the best place to enjoy the cool in the hot summer, but today's weather, walking on the path, is colder than the Buddhist hall.

After walking more than 100 steps, there is sunlight through the sparse treetops, casting mottled and sparse shadows, and there are blue waves and flowing water in the distance.

The peach stamen is in full bloom, the willow by the lake is new, and the goose yellow and tender willow silk is flowing with the wind.

Settle down Bofu, paint the carved railing, pavilions and pavilions, beautiful and straight, Xuan Railing is connected, twists and turns.

The sky is clear and the wind is long.

The scenery is full of beauty, and the beauty is dizzying.

But Qingyun was not in the mood to appreciate it, because her steps were slow, and the maid was urging in front, wishing that she would have wind on her feet, and she would arrive at Chunhui Courtyard in the blink of an eye.

The closer she got to Chunhui Courtyard, the more solemn Qingyun's mood became, she didn't know what was waiting for her next, there was nothing good after all.

Stepping into Chunhui Courtyard, she saw that the maids waiting in the courtyard stopped to look at her.

Some didn't even shy away from her, so they said, "It's too ruthless, even if you are jealous of others, you shouldn't be so ruthless, isn't this ruining your life?" ”

"That's it, with a black heart, she did something wrong, she still didn't admit it, and she poured dirty water on the fifth girl, and the old lady and the eldest lady could still tell her to fool her?"

"Fortunately, the uncle is not in the house, otherwise he will definitely protect her, Mrs. Mu will make the old lady half angry, if the uncle favors her again, I don't know what will make the old lady angry."

"This time is estimated to be the last time, the old lady is already looking for a mother-in-law for the third girl, according to the eldest aunt and grandmother, she will soon get married, and when the time comes, out of sight, the house will be safe."

"The third girl is going to make a promise, is it true?"

"It's true, it was Sister Dongxue who said it, maybe it's all picked up now......."

Hearing this, Qingyun's heart beat hard.

Dongxue is the big girl next to the old lady, and when she says this, it is definitely not a joke.

As soon as she thought that the eldest sister Mu Qingling would marry the eldest young master who had suffered a stroke and hemiplegia in the Dingguo Mansion, Qingyun's face turned pale.

Her steps were a little messy, but she still walked towards the main hall, and she had no room for hindering.

Stepping into the house, I took a few steps to the left, and I saw a four-fold screen of rosewood, plum, bamboo, and chrysanthemum, with a double-sided embroidered pattern, which was lifelike.

This screen was embroidered by Mu Qingling, and it took more than half a year.

The old lady didn't like it, and she also rewarded Mu Qingling with a set of high-grade headdresses at that time, but the marquis was demoted, and in order to restore the marquis, the old lady didn't have any pity, so she pushed her into the fire pit.

An Rong's hand swiped across the screen, and the corners of his mouth were sneering.

There are many treasures in the old lady's warehouse, and this is the place where she meets guests, and the things placed are the most exquisite, representing the face of Bofu.

This screen is beautiful, but unfortunately, what she did was too chilling.

Qingyun was stunned for a moment, and there was an inquiry voice over there, "Why did it take so long to come?" ”

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his voice.

The little maid hurriedly said, "The third girl walked too slowly, and the slave and maid urged many times." ”

Qingyun looked for prestige, and saw a thirty-one or twelve-year-old lady, dressed in a dark purple skirt embroidered with gold silk peonies, with a skirt of the same color, and a beaded hairpin ring between the black hair and clouds.

She has a beautiful face, sideburns like crows, and eyebrows, but unfortunately her lips are thin, which ruins the beauty of three points.

The eyes are calm and shining, just the moment he looks at Qingyun, the eyes are as sharp and vicious as a sharp knife.

Just when Qingyun's heart palpitated, in the blink of an eye, it returned to the same as before, the viciousness faded, and the three points of disgust were kept.

She waved her hand, and the little maid hurriedly leaned over to leave.

She is the eldest lady of Anding Bofu, Qingyun's stepmother Wang.

The old lady sat on the rosewood arhat couch, she was wearing a dark pine crane stretching blouse, a six-panel blue skirt, and a jade pendant on the placket.

This jade pendant is said to have been given by the old lady, and the old lady has never left her.

Her hair is combed neatly, with beads and green rings, and she looks kind and kind, rich and peaceful.

It's a pity, just looks.

She was lined up with two rosewood chairs in front of her, with a backrest with a stone blue elastic ink chrysanthemum pattern and cushions of the same color.

The eldest lady sat on the right, and across from her sat a lady.

You don't have to think about it to know that this is the eldest lady of Mu Shangshufu.

She is two years older than the eldest lady, wearing a four-happiness ruyi cloud pattern brocade skirt, combing a bun, and wearing a Jingfu long hairpin on her head, both in appearance and temperament are three points better than the eldest lady.

Inside, there was some quietness.

The blue and white porcelain Hanmei magpie pattern tea cup she was holding in her hand slammed on the table.

The voice suddenly sounded, and the old lady's face changed.

Qingyun had the urge to turn around and leave, but she still stepped forward and asked for peace with her obedient blessing body.

It's just that she hasn't gotten up yet, and the old lady said with a gloomy face, "It's the third girl who accidentally pushed Ran'er, it's her fault, my uncle won't shirk it, whether it's a beat or a punishment, it's up to you." ”

Qingyun's heart instantly seemed to have fallen into an ice cave.