Qingyun is not inconsiderate, but thoughtful, when you meet a person with bad intentions like King Anjun, you can't take it lightly.

Wei Feng was very happy, fortunately the third girl kept a hand, otherwise the king of Anjun pretended to be dizzy, and the old marquis failed to fulfill his promise, and wiped his face with the emperor, not to say, the queen mother would definitely not be reluctant, and when the time came, she would be able to retort, not to withdraw the decree, and continue to execute the three girls.

In this way, King Anjun continued to pretend to be dizzy, and the Queen Mother continued to execute the three girls, they didn't have to do anything, King Anjun would die of pain and live twice, no matter how arrogant they were, how to find fault, that arrogance had to be suppressed, and I was afraid that they would not come to the door?

After Wei Feng left, Qingyun continued to doodle.

Outside the window, there is a gentle breeze.

There is a ray of sunset on the horizon, enchanting and gorgeous.

Gradually, the entire sky was covered with colorful glow, and the glow was like a brocade.

The door creaked open, and the magpie came in, "Girl, it's time for dinner." ”

Qingyun put down the jade tube wolf pen and stood up.

As soon as he walked out of the study, Qingying ran over and said with a smile, "Girl, King Yijun has returned to the palace." ”

The magpie was happy to hear this, and hurriedly asked, "Is he a monk?" ”

Qingying nodded like pounding garlic, her voice was crisp and pleasant, "I am not out of the house, I heard that the Marquis of Zhennan went to the palace of the king, not long after, the manager of the palace went to Qixia Temple, and told the king of Yijun, the girl is still married to the young master of Chu, and the prince has fought for it, but it is useless, if he does not return to the palace today, he will not have to go back in the future, so he will follow Master Huijing, knock the wooden fish every day, read the scriptures, and live a life with a clear soup and little water." ”

In the end, Qingying's eyes narrowed into a slit, "I heard that King Yijun listened to what the steward said, and without hesitation, he went out of Qixia Temple, passed by the stall, and asked for two catties of braised beef." Eating and riding horses, and then went back to the palace of the king. ”

Thinking of King Yijun eating in the Hou Mansion that day, he was such a foodie, and he wanted to become a monk. Or in a few days, he will be hungry to death.

The corners of Qingyun's mouth hooked slightly when she heard this, it seems that tomorrow, this unfortunate incident that made her vomit blood should also be solved.

Qingyun went back to the house and ate with clean hands.

In the past two days, King Anjun and King Yijun have been clamoring to marry her. The old lady was afraid that she would lose her appetite and that it would be difficult to swallow, so she specially instructed the big kitchen to prepare more style and fine food for her.

No, the big kitchen sent six dishes and one soup.

Each dish is full of color, aroma and flavor, smell it, and the appetite is greatly moved.

In addition, Qingyun's mood is not bad, and this dinner is directly supported.

If it weren't for the magpie holding back. She could still eat another half bowl.

After dinner, the two maids took Qingyun to the garden for a walk.

Coincidentally, she was not the only one who ate it, but also Zhou Ziting and Mu Qingxue.

When the two saw Qingyun, they greeted them and said with a smile, "King Yijun came out of Qixia Temple, does the third sister know?" ”

Qingyun is light.

Zhou Ziting smiled and said, "King Yijun is out of Qixia Temple, which means that he has given up marrying your third cousin." There is only one Anjun King left. ”

Mu Qingxue stroked the peony with her hand and said with a smile, "Ming'er is the day when the Zhennan Hou Mansion sends Na Cai Lilai, and the old lady Jiang begged the Zhennan Hou Mansion to marry. Originally, it was not the young master Chu who was going to marry the third sister, but it was only because Mrs. Chu made the decision on her own that there was a marriage of the young master Chu, and in order to apologize, the Marquis of Zhennan promised to send more dowry gifts, but I don't know how much it will send? ”

Zhou Ziting listened. There was some envy in his eyes, "Before, didn't Zhennanhou feel guilty and brought a lot of good things to his third cousin, and added more?" ”

How can I say that the identity of Young Master Chu is also there.

No matter how favored he is, he can't change the embarrassing identity of the concubine from his outer room.

There is more than one concubine in the Hou Mansion in Zhennan, which has set a precedent for the young master of Chu, what should other people do, as elders, they must always be treated equally, right?

Besides, no matter how much he is, he can't surpass Second Young Master Chu.

The family is the young master of the Chu family, and the heir of the Hou Mansion in Zhennan in the future.

Don't tell her, the Marquis of Zhennan is so confused that he spoils the concubines in the outer room, and spoils his grandchildren to the point of leaving his grandchildren aside.

This is obviously unlikely.

There is no distinction between the concubines, and no matter how big the family business is, it will be finished.

Besides, Mrs. Chu, she dared to take Zhennanhou's words as a deaf ear, maybe let her son lower Young Master Chu?

Mu Qingxue shrugged her shoulders and smiled, "It should be, what Zhennanhou promised was a dowry, and those sent should not be counted." ”

To tell the truth, the Hou Mansion of Zhennan sent a bunch of dowry gifts, and she couldn't help but be jealous and jealous.

But when he thought that Young Master Chu was poisonous, he couldn't even have sex, so Qingyun married him......

When the husband is dead, he is called a widow.

She is good, she will be a widow when she gets married, which really makes people bow a tear for her.

It's no wonder that the Hou Mansion in Zhennan wants to send more dowry gifts.

A few people chatted for a while without saying a word, and when the stomach of the wanderer was gone, they went back to each hospital.

Qingyun is fine, continue to read.

The two young warblers and magpies sat on the small pestle and embroidered needlework.

Outside, Zi Jian took the embroidery basket, crept in, walked to the magpie and said, "Sister Magpie, I'm not good at embroidering purses, can I tie the rope, I am the best at ...... yarn." ”

The magpie looked at her, "You're still going to fight?" ”

Zi Jian nodded again and again, "I can play more than 20 kinds of lines." ”

Qingying tossed the embroidery basket, took a colored thread and handed it to Zijian, "You try one." ”

The purple note was connected with the colored thread, and the two hands were wrapped around one by one, and the people who looked at it were dazzled.

Qingyun also noticed it, and she also saw it, and was amazed by the skillful technique of the purple paper.

Soon, a dragonfly knot was tied.

Qingying opened her eyes and blurted out, "What a powerful technique!" ”

Zi Paper's face flushed when he was praised.

Qingyun also bowed, she stretched out her hand and said, "Take it and I'll take a look." ”

Qingying hurriedly handed the yarn to Qingyun to see.

After Qingyun saw it, she also praised it again and again.

The purple paper face adds three points of beauty.

Qingyun was also curious, lost the book, and asked Zijian to teach her to tie the rope.

In the room, there was a lot of laughter.

Soon, Hongjian, Dongmei, and Donghe, three second-class maids, also entered the house.

Then, Qingyun was hit very harshly.

Zi Jian focused on teaching her to tie the rope, and several maids learned faster than her.

Not only hit her, but also make fun of her.

The magpie and Qingying learned that Qingyun was going to get married in two months, thinking that Mu Qingling had married before, and Jiang's mother asked the maid to embroider two boxes of purses and embroidered handkerchiefs for her. These little things, the embroidery workshop in the house will not prepare, they have to rely on themselves.

Mother Jiang is not here, and they are Qingyun's personal big girl. The master is ignorant, they have to make up their minds.

No, I assigned the tasks of purses and embroidery handkerchiefs.

A person embroiders a purse every day, and there are sixty in two months, which is enough.

Qingying embroidered a purse. also handed it to Qingyun and asked her, "Girl, the craftsmanship of a few slaves and maids, take it to Zhennan Hou Mansion to reward people, will you lose the girl's face?" ”

Qingyun's face turned red, and she threw her purse to Qingying and said, "General." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the book and continued reading.

Qingying is not angry. She knew that her girl was thin-skinned, and she was made up for it, and she liked to see the girl's appearance when she blushed.

The girl doesn't like to apply grease and powder, and when her face is red, it is like rubbing, and she is delicate.

She pinched her purse and said, "The craftsmanship of the slave maid is a little worse, but it is enough to reward the average maid, but like the big maid next to Mrs. Chu, they must not look down on this purse." The slave maid thought, if she didn't go back to Mother Jiang and ask her to embroider twenty double-sided embroidered purses for the girl, Mother Jiang's craftsmanship ....... ”

Don't wait for Qingying to finish. Qingyun said, "The double-sided embroidered purse embroidered by Mother Jiang is enough to send to those girls in Zhennanhou Mansion." ”

It's just overkill, and she thinks about it.

When she saw that several maids were embroidering needles and threads, she couldn't bear to say, "Okay." The lights and candles at night are very dark, and the embroidery needle and thread hurt the eyes too much, so if you have time to embroider again during the day, go back and rest. ”

When a few maids heard Qingyun say this, their eyes were red.

Especially the few newcomers to Zijian, their hearts were moved.

When they were in Chunhui Courtyard before, they would be scolded if they couldn't do their errands, how could anyone care about their embroidery needlework hurting their eyes, I wish they didn't use oil lamps, and it was good to smear the embroidery needlework.

Qingyun didn't know, she casually said a few words, and she captured the hearts of several maids.

The maids obediently went back to rest, Qingyun also yawned, washed up, and went to bed.

A night of peace.

The next day she woke up very coincidentally, and as soon as the magpie dared her to get up, she opened her eyes herself.

The magpie smiled, "Girl, the weather is excellent today, the sun is shining, and there is no wind yet. ”

Over there, the green warbler is opening the window.

Qingyun looked at the sky outside the window.

The blue sky, with a few white clouds, was very thick, not the kind of wind that blew away.

She stretched her waist and said, "This weather is the most suitable for spring, and then a picnic or something." ”

The two maidens looked at each other.

"Step into the spring, the slave and maid know, but what is a picnic?" Qingying asked if she didn't understand.

Qingyun lifted the quilt and got out of bed and said, "Picnic is to make a fire in the wild to cook." ”

The corners of the magpie's mouth twitched as he listened.

The girl is really idle and panicked, cooking on a fire in the wild, what's so fun about this, only those who are in a hurry, they don't find a place to stay, they have to make a fire in the wild to cook, it's pitiful to hear, the girl still wants to experience one or two?

The two maids were really worried about Qingyun's whim, so they wanted to try it, and hurriedly persuaded, "The girl is everyone's lady, how can there be a reason to go to the wild to cook on the fire, this is to let outsiders know, and they will definitely laugh at our Hou Mansion for not having a girl cooking stove and a table for eating, and besides, there are many jackals, tigers and leopards in the wild, which is too dangerous." ”

Qingyun, "......." ”

Isn't it necessary to say so strictly?

"I'm just talking, I won't really go," Qingyun said helplessly.

If she didn't change her mind, the two maids didn't know what to say to stop her.

Dressed, washed, dressed, and dressed, and two quarters of an hour passed.

As soon as she sat down at the table, she picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of porridge, just about to stuff it into her mouth.

Okay, the maid came and said, "Third girl, Grandpa Sun has come to pass on the emperor's holy decree, and the old lady asks you not to delay time." ”

Qingyun, "......." ”

Is there any mistake, early in the morning, before breakfast, I came to preach the holy decree, is it so urgent?

PS: Ask for a monthly pass O (∩_∩) O Ha! (To be continued.) )