At this time, I saw Fu Yao's dissatisfaction, but it was not good to have a seizure, but she looked at Mrs. Hou little by little, and muttered: "The song "Tianmen" is almost finished, and I haven't even seen all the water sleeves of Ji Die'er." ”

It seems that they came back late because of Mrs. Hou's delay, and Fu Yao was a little unhappy at this time.

Fu Jia on the side had a cold face: "Third sister, don't always think about these fun things, it will lose the face of my Hou Mansion." ”

Fu Yao's eyes were slightly cold, and she smiled sweetly and said, "Yes, the second sister reads well in Baishi, and I don't have to learn more, little sister." Especially in terms of etiquette, the little sister is ashamed of herself. ”

As soon as Fu Jia heard this, a pair of eyebrows immediately stood up. Fu Jun saw it on the side, and thought that she was about to have a seizure, but she didn't think it was good for a while.

Who would have thought that after Fu Jia's eyebrows stood up, he didn't make a sound, but glanced at Fu Yao deeply, his expression gradually flattened again, and finally turned his face to look at the stage.

Fu Jun secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, everyone at the table watched intently as the maid sent butterflies dancing with water sleeves, and no one noticed this. Fu Jun beckoned Shuangqing to him and whispered a few words in their ears.

The timing she chose to speak was very clever, and Lu You was just greeting the Duchess of Wen Guo and Meng Mei, who were all facing away from Fu Jun, and they had never noticed Fu Jun's actions, let alone paid attention to the maids beside her.

Fu Jun took the opportunity to speak, stuffed a small wooden gourd into Qingwu's hand, and smiled at her again.

Qingwu nodded and looked around again. At the right time. The butterfly on the stage danced the water sleeves again. In an instant, I saw colorful sleeves fluttering and skirts fluttering on the stage, and everyone in the audience cheered. Seeing this, Qingwu pulled Qingman and retreated silently......

When Qingwu and Qingman returned to the Floating Pavilion, the two of them looked the same.

Qingwu hung his head slightly, holding a small hand stove inlaid with emerald silver plum blossoms in his hand, and Qingman's hand held a very delicate embroidered plum blossom bag.

Fu Jia saw it from a distance, the corners of his mouth twitched, but he said with a smile: "What did the fourth sister do when she asked someone to take these?" ”

Fu Jun inadvertently turned his head to look at Qingwu and Qingman, and then looked back at Fu Jia and smiled: "It's just cold for a while." ”

Fu Jia's eyes showed obvious disdain, and he turned his eyes and stopped talking. But in his heart, he pouted.

Don't you know? There must be silver horns in that little bag. Seeing that everyone at this table had rewarded the servant, her fourth sister realized that she didn't have any silver on her, and now asked someone to go back to get it.

Fu Jia shook his head secretly, and at the same time turned his attention to Mrs. Hou's table.

Mrs. Hou was talking to the maid.

Speaking of which. This butterfly Fu Jun had met many years ago. At that time, he was still in Gusu. Mrs. Song was pitiful when she saw the butterfly, and she also rewarded her with a lot of things.

Now, several years have passed, and the face of the butterfly has grown. But it is the eyebrows that are just like double swallows, and the bright eyes are like horizontal autumn waves, which is actually a beautiful embryo with a national color and fragrance.

At this time, she stood upright beside Mrs. Hou and said respectfully: "The old lady is a blessing for a slave to see pity." ”

Mrs. Hou had a kind smile on her face, and said in a harmonious voice: "I have also watched your drama for two years, and I really see the more and more clear rhyme and clear speech, this water sleeve dance is getting better and better." ”

Mrs. Zuo Shilang of the Military Department on the side, who is also Pei Xi's mother, smiled and said: "This kid is in good shape, isn't he the pillar of the class now?" ”

This made several ladies around laugh.

Ji Dieer has often walked around in the high gate over the years, and one line at a time is very good at the table. At this time, he smiled lightly when he heard this, and squatted down towards Mrs. Hou and the others, and said: "The slave's slight skill can enter the eyes of the nobleman, which is really a blessing for the slave." ”

Qin Shi laughed, glanced at the stage again, and said, "I remember in a trance that there is another person who plays the peach blossom fairy, and he is only six or seven years old, right?" It's a lot of good looks. ”

When Ji Die'er heard this, she flattered with a smile in her eyes: "Mrs. Pei is really a good eye. The little sister who was originally a slave was called Jicao'er. ”

Mrs. Hou also smiled: "I also remember that little girl, that figure is very well-dressed, quickly call her over for me to see." ”

The leader of the squad got this order, and ran down early, and after a while, he brought over a little girl, who looked like she was six or seven years old, with a cinnabar mole on her forehead, and a pair of eyes like paint, and she was very beautiful.

At this time, she stepped forward to take her hand, and took her to ask the ladies to say goodbye, and the grass was also very smart, and she said in a glutinous voice: "Send the grass to the ladies and girls to say goodbye, I wish the ladies and girls to be rich and prosperous every year, and be safe every year." ”

"Yo, this kid is really good at talking." Qin was already smiling so hard that his eyes narrowed.

Everyone saw that this grass fruit was a sweet mouth, and they were also appreciative.

Mrs. Hou brought the grass to the closer, and asked her where her home was, who was in the family, and so on.

The butterfly whispered: "The old lady asks this question like a slave." The child, like the slave, was fatherless and motherless. ”

Her words made everyone sigh again, and the kind-hearted lady asked about the situation of Jicao'er's family again, and then she knew that Jicao'er was from Datong, Shanxi, and the family was doing small business, and life was good. Who would have thought that there would be unforeseen circumstances in the sky, and that night there was a strong wind in the city, and somehow the house of Jicao'er family was blown down, and the family was buried in it.

Because of her young age, she hid under a low table and escaped the disaster. Poor Jicao'er's parents are dead, and her mother is still pregnant, so she has two lives. Jicao'er was only four years old at the time, and she had no relatives in the family, so she was sold to the troupe by her distant aunt.

Fu Jun listened to Jicao'er's life experience, and glanced at Lu You from the corner of his eye. But I saw that she was still by the side of the Duchess of Wen, talking and laughing with Meng Mei, and often whispering something to the Duchess of Wen, with a very kind attitude.

It was only at this time that Fu Jun felt that today's Lu You was a little strange.

During the whole banquet, Lu You seemed to have been circling around the Duchess of Wen, and he was also very friendly to Meng Mei, and even had a little flattery.

What kind of calculation is Lu You?

Fu Jun was vigilant in his heart, and secretly thought about whether to deliver a message to Meng Yuan and tell him to take precautions.

At this time, the butterfly and the others all went down to play the show. After listening to the bitter life under the stage, these ladies and wives picked up the pastel tea cup of the official kiln, held up the small jade agate cup, and looked at the joys and sorrows on the stage with a graceful face. That wealth and beauty, there is no need to go into detail. (To be continued.) )