"So...... Does this have anything to do with that side? "The reason why the third aunt is so sure is naturally for a reason. She really didn't like that Cheng Zhang. How many of you like those aunts? And when the aunt naturally doesn't want to have a powerful housewife on her head. But there is one thing, no matter how hard the wives and concubines fight, they will not want the sky above their heads, that is, their own men have three long and two short, and not many women are willing to be widows/women, especially in the royal family.

Therefore, the third aunt is very sure that the mastermind behind this scene is not the masterpiece of Cheng Zhang's in the main house, and maybe, in those sesame stuffed five-kernel shortbreads sent to the owner's house, someone has also been moved. And she has it on her side, but she doesn't know the other six aunts......

"Mother, you said that other aunts ......" Obviously, Cheng Yuyao also thought of this.

"Alright, Yao'er, you don't care about this." The third aunt glanced at the lily beside her and motioned for her to hurry up and take Cheng Yuyao down.

"But ...... mother"

"Alright, alright. Don't you look at what time it is? The third aunt said impatiently.

Cheng Yuyao pursed her lips, reluctantly saluted the third aunt, and then flicked her head and turned her head back to her drunken wind garden.

Anyway, she had already gotten a very important piece of information, and just now her broken system continued to play the attribute of not paying for her life, and she swiped out a small hint that said it was equal to not saying it, implying that she was actually the person behind the scenes. This isn't nonsense, if it weren't for the people around you, how could you succeed in this black hand. If possible, Cheng Yuyao really wants to return it.

There is a small garden between Zuifeng Garden and the third aunt's Yilan Garden, the garden is not big, there is a small lotus pond, and there are many red and white carp. When Xu was walking through the corridor on the pond, he was blown by this cool breeze, and when Cheng Yuyao returned to his courtyard, he was much calmer, and he didn't bother to compare anything with her broken system that didn't pay for his life.

You must know that tomorrow will be the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15. Although she can see her eye-catching sister twice a day in the morning and evening on weekdays, she hasn't been able to see any flaws for the time being. But if she can overshadow her sister in this heavy festival, she is still very happy.

In this Apocalypse Dynasty, there is also the custom of eating shortbread and admiring the moon on August 15. But if a large family sits together, just sipping tea and eating shortbread, and then looking at the bright moon in the sky, it is also a little boring, so naturally there is a side program. If it is in the capital, the official eunuchs above the fourth grade can enter the palace to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the royal family. If you can't enter the palace, if you have a singer at home, you can also watch singing and dancing performances; Even if there is no singer, what kind of troupe can be invited, set up on the stage, and be lively.

And Cheng Mansion has not returned to the capital for many years, and there has been no singer in the mansion. Although there is no singer or anything, there are a lot of aunts and girls. In this day when Cheng Qingye can obviously brush the favor of Cheng Qingye, the family of Cheng Mansion, I am afraid that no one wants to be left behind.

Cheng Yuyao, who had simply freshened up, was not in a hurry to go to bed, but sat on the small soft stool in front of the dresser, looking at the bright bronze mirror, the immature and somewhat baby fat little face, her facial features were much more beautiful than her sister-in-law. If you can win the reputation of a talented woman again, the future will ......

Cheng Yuyao secretly pondered, wondering why she didn't know how to compose poetry. I just vaguely remember that the teacher who taught Chinese when I was in school once mentioned that poetry should pay attention to what kind of reconciliation rhyme, but also have a sense of meaning, and it is best to use concise and catchy words. But after thinking about it, Cheng Yuyao figured it out, she really can't compose poetry, so what? Can't you borrow someone else's? You must know that her luck is still very good, she is wearing an overhead ancient time, except for preventing her from crossing her peers, who knows the real owner of this poem? Of course, those who have been used by the predecessors of the crossing are still goodbye. Especially the Mid-Autumn Festival noun, Mr. Dongpo's "Water Tune Song Head", has been changed to a singing song, and it is so rotten that it can't be rotten anymore.

Just as Cheng Yuyao was thinking about whether to borrow Taibai's "Silent Night Thoughts", the big maid beside her cautiously walked to Cheng Yuyao's side and reminded softly: "Miss, it's already the second watch." ”

"So fast?" Cheng Yuyao didn't expect this time to pass so quickly, and her impression was just to go back to her yard, take a shower from head to toe, and then sit on the dresser and wait for her hair to dry while thinking about how to be better than her sister tomorrow night, and the time of this half night will be over.

Cheng Yuyao didn't hesitate any longer, and asked the waiter, who was good at combing her hair, to help her comb her hair in a simple bun, and then went to bed. In Cheng Yuyao's view, she is the time to grow her body, and adequate sleep is a must, so beauty sleep must be indispensable, staying up late or something, no matter what age girls are, they are all natural enemies.

On the other side, Jing Yaxuan's Cheng Yuyan hadn't slept yet, but she was looking through the medical books that Mama Qin had specially found. Gan Song, who was in charge of the vigil, quietly walked into the inner hall, and saw that Cheng Yuyan was still tired of reading on the soft couch, and there was no sign of wanting to sleep at all, so he was a little anxious.

"Miss, it's already the second watch."

"Got it." Cheng Yuyan turned another page, "You go and light the lamp again." ”

"......" Gan Song was very helpless, knowing that he had no way to persuade his young lady to change her mind, so he had to obediently light a brighter lamp and put it in front of Cheng Yuyan.

"Miss, tomorrow is the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15."

"Yes, I know."

"Miss...... Why don't you prepare for it? Gansong asked in a whisper.

Cheng Yuyan smiled, if she wasn't sure that the little girl Gan Song was just worried that she would lose to the one in Zuifeng Yuan, not the nail that someone else planted in Jing Yaxuan, looking at the straightforward inquiry, she was not afraid of being misunderstood by her.

"Prepare what? What is there to prepare. ”

"Miss~" Gan Song was anxious, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have trespassed, so he hurriedly knelt on the ground, thinking of Cheng Yuyan to confess, "Slave, slave maid ......"

"Alright, get up. I know you mean to remind me, too. Cheng Yuyan said disappreciably, "It's just ......"

Cheng Yuyan wanted to say more, but looking at Gansong's little face, she suddenly remembered Bai Wei for some reason, and remembered that in her previous life, she was not bad at treating a few personal maids around her, especially Bai Wei. On the contrary, it was Bai Zhi, she actually misunderstood the girl more than once.

"It's just that your young lady, I don't know anything about poetry and painting except for a few words I can roughly. How do you let me compete with my second sister? "What's more, whether this Mid-Autumn Festival family banquet can be held tomorrow is a matter of two words. Cheng Yuyan silently added half a sentence in her heart.