Thinking of the faces of the two sisters, Fu Jun couldn't stop the ridicule in his heart. She walked forward while thinking, and when she looked up, she saw that under the peach blossom tree opposite, Wang Zhao was wearing a light smoke and flowing water fragrant snow gauze twelve Hunan skirts, quietly independent. A gust of wind came, and the long skirt danced lightly in the wind, lining her bright face, which was really beautiful.

Fu Jun stood far away and admired for a while, until Wang Zhao turned his eyes and looked over, then he moved over and saluted, "I've seen my aunt." ”

Wang Zhao smiled faintly and said, "It's a coincidence today." ”

Fu Jun opened one around and said with a smile: "Why is my aunt standing here alone?" What about the people who followed? ”

Wang Zhao said lightly: "The wind is a little strong, I asked them to take the cloak." ”

Fu Jun glanced at Wang Zhao sideways, and praised sincerely: "Auntie's dress is really as beautiful as a fairy concubine." ”

Wang Zhao casually glanced down at his body, and still said lightly: "But foreign things." ”

Fu Jun was stunned, and felt a little unable to answer.

Wang Zhao also stopped talking, still raised his eyes to look at the peach tree, and the expression on his face was quite melancholy, as if he was immersed in his own world, and left Fu Jun aside.

Fu Jun is already very accustomed to Wang Zhao's cold attitude.

Her aunt is a well-known talented woman in Gusu City, and her painting skills are particularly outstanding, even Wang Xiang said that her paintings can be "completely forgetful", which is the evaluation of a generation of famous Confucians, and Wang Zhao's painting skills can be seen.

Probably immersed in the atmosphere of art since he was a child, Wang Zhao's temperament is a little cold and arrogant. She is okay with Fu Jun, at least Fu Jun can still talk to her. The Jiang sisters have always been transparent people in front of Wang Zhao, and when Wang Zhao saw them, he turned around and left, and he didn't even bother to say hello.

Fu Jun stood quietly aside, with a calm and comfortable face, unimpressed by Wang Zhao's cold treatment. Anyway, she is a layman, and Wang Zhao, a goddess who does not eat fireworks in the world, is not something she can touch lightly, so she just watched from the sidelines.

"You go first, I'll wait here for them to bring clothes." Wang Zhao said softly. Then he went to see the peach tree again.

At this time, the peach blossoms have long been gone, and the branches are empty and the green leaves are separated. Fu Jun admits that a peach tree without peach blossoms is also very beautiful. However, like Wang Zhao put on a faint and sad posture to look at the tree, she asked herself if she could do it.

So she smiled and said, "Yes, then I'll go first." After thinking about it, he persuaded again: "Auntie, don't always stand in the wind, beware of catching a cold." ”

Wang Zhao didn't seem to hear Fu Jun's words, and still looked at the peach tree infatuatedly. Fu Jun didn't care, bent down, led the maid around the path, and stepped on a white stone road.

Jinhui Hall is at the end of Yong Road, and it is only a few dozen steps away. As soon as he saw the dazzling plaque on the lintel, Fu Jun felt a little dizzy.

Why do all the old ladies like to live in this boxy yard? Fu Jun really couldn't understand it.

The courtyard layout of Jinhui Hall is very similar to that of Mrs. Hou's Rongxuan Hall, with trees planted at four corners and a large flower bed among them. If it weren't for the smaller and more compact courtyard here, Fu Jun would really think that he was back in the Hou Mansion again.

She frowned slightly and walked to the gate of the courtyard, and when she raised her eyes again, her eyebrows were already flat, and there was a faint smile in her dark eyes, which looked quiet and calm.

"My cousin is here." The maid under the porch raised her hand and rolled up the Hunan curtain and reminded diligently: "The girl looks at her feet. ”

The maid spoke Wu Nong's soft language, which was as moving as music in her ears. Fu Jun has listened to her voice for three years, and every time she listens to it, it is a beautiful enjoyment. The name of this maid is also good, so she is called Wu Yin, and she is a first-class maid next to Mrs. Song.

It stands to reason that a first-class maid doesn't have to do a curtain report. It's just that this Wu Yin's voice is really moving, and Mrs. Song likes to listen to her very much, so she asked her to report to someone here every morning, one is to highlight Mrs. Song's identity, and the other is to enjoy this moving voice.

Fu Jun smiled and nodded to Wu Yin, leaned slightly sideways, lowered his head slowly, lifted his skirt lightly, and stepped into the door elegantly and calmly.

Wu Yin smiled in his eyes, looked at Fu Jun's posture as he entered the door, and secretly wondered in his heart: It's strange that the little Song family mentioned that thing today, and sure enough, the etiquette and upbringing of this Hou Mansion are not ordinary, just look at the behavior of the cousin girl who enters the door, it is really like the willow tree in the wind, it is beautiful and elegant, and there is a kind of indescribable taste, it is really good-looking.

Fu Jun didn't notice Wu Yin's eyes. After entering the door, she naturally raised her eyes and swept it, and saw the expected iron mask. At this moment, Xiao Song, the owner of the iron-skinned skin, was looking at Fu Jun with a gentle smile, as if he was very happy about her arrival.

When Fang was about to enter the courtyard gate, Fu Jun saw Xiao Song's personal maid Qiu'er, the one who was subdued by Xu Niangzi. Na Qiu'er stood at the gate of the courtyard, looking like she had something to say, and frequently glanced here. Shi Jiang asked Qingman to go out behind Qiu'er, and Fu Jun came over to say goodbye first.

After saluting Mrs. Song and Ren, Fu Jun sat in the third position on the left, quietly furrowing his eyebrows and not speaking.

Mrs. Song glanced at her.

A few years ago, when Fu Jun was guarding the system, because she was dressed simply, standing there always made Mrs. Song feel dazzling. Today, Fu Jun was dressed up brighter, but Mrs. Song still felt that she was very eye-catching when she saw it in her eyes.

Mrs. Song frowned and looked at Fu Jun, the snowy black hair, the ink-dyed eyebrows, and the black crystal eyes all made her feel very uncomfortable. Although her granddaughter is only nine years old, her cold and cold aura is already very eye-catching, and she is like that woman to eight points.

As soon as she thought of that woman, Mrs. Song's eyes became a little distant. Although her eyes looked at Fu Jun, her eyes seemed to pass through Fu Jun and look at another woman. For a while, Mrs. Song's heart swelled with all kinds of feelings, which was really indescribable.

Seeing that Mrs. Song looked at Fu Jun intently, her expression on her face was uncertain, but she never spoke, Xiao Song rolled her eyes, and then sighed with a little exaggerated: "The cousin girl is really dignified and elegant when she stops her business." ”

Jiang Yan on the side said with a smile: "What my mother said is that Cousin Jun is worthy of being from the Pingnan Hou Mansion, and her gestures are different from ours." If only I could learn half of my cousin's. As he spoke, he sighed regretfully.

Jiang Xi immediately said softly: "Sister's words can be said to my heart." If I could learn half of my cousin, I would be so happy that I couldn't sleep. (To be continued.) )