Zhao Xiu didn't know anything about the agreement between her brother and Gao Zhen, although she was a little entangled in the small quarrel with Gao Zhen before, she was only entangled for a while, and quickly threw it away. She prides herself on being an adult, of course she doesn't care too much about children's tantrums, just say a few good words to Gao Zhen when we meet tomorrow. If he insisted that she accept the two gifts, she would accept them if it was a big deal, and then return him two gifts of similar value.

So she is now very comfortable practicing her handwriting.

Today, she said that she would borrow a few albums from Gao Zhen and bring back some paints, but she returned empty-handed, and simply stopped practicing painting, so she concentrated on writing big characters. After practicing the calligraphy, she went to her grandmother to do needlework. The cloak she made for her brother was half done, and she only made noodles, and she had to send the fur back to the city to call someone who specialized in sewing skins. She still had a few stitches left to make the face of the cloak, and was wondering if she should ask her brother to come and try it to see if the size was appropriate, whether the cloaks would be too tight, and whether he liked the color embroidery. While it hasn't been sent to Shangli, it can still be changed again, so he simply changed it together, and it saves him from not liking it after completion, and it will be too troublesome to change it again.

The cloak made for Gao Zhen is almost the same, it is also only made of noodles, and it will be sent to the leather together when the time comes. Of course, what I did for Gao Zhen was different from what I did for my brother, Zhao Xiu didn't plan to ask his opinion, but hoped that the person who put on the skin could complete it as soon as possible, so she could send it to Gao Zhen as soon as possible, and put on the favor of the finch gold tweed cloak, and coax this arrogant young man by the way.

Therefore, Zhao Xiu specially sent the girl to Songbaiju to invite Zhao Wei, so that he could study, and if he had free time, he would come to Luomei Courtyard.

But the girl reported that the little marquis was not in Songbai Curie. The little servant waiting beside him said that he had gone to talk to the son.

Zhao Xiu was puzzled in his heart, and he chatted to his grandmother Zhang with some worry: "What is my brother going to do when he goes to find the prince?" ”

Zhang's heart knows, although he is also a little worried that his grandson will be young and vigorous, and he accidentally offended the father and son of King Guangping by speaking, but of course he will not tell the truth in the face of his granddaughter, and only said: "He often goes to talk to the son of the world on weekdays, what's so strange about this?" Your brother is much more familiar with the prince than you are. ”

That's just as well. Zhao Xiu remembered that his brother went to Beijing with his grandmother a few years ago, and he had been with his son for a while. So she didn't say any more, stepped up the work in her hands, and finished the face of Gao Zhen's cloak.

When Zhang saw it, he was attentive: "You made these two cloaks for your brother?" ”

Zhao Xiu smiled and said, "What do you want so many cloaks for?" The needlework man also made a full set of winter clothes for my brother, and there were four big and small wool cloaks alone, and I only needed to make one. The other is for the son. Didn't Grandmother see it? The dark gray tweed material I specially chose has no embroidery on it, and even the edging is made of black velvet. ”

Zhang's eyelids jumped, as if unintentionally asked, "Okay, why did you think of making a cloak for the prince?" Is there still a shortage of needles and threads in the palace? The son of the world has new clothes. ”

Zhao Xiu smiled and said, "Didn't he give me a cloak?" Naturally, I'm going to give it back. It was so rare that I couldn't find it, and he couldn't wear it now, so I had to make it with this fine material. But I'm sewing it by myself, even if it's not as precious as the cloak he gave me, it's worth it, right? ”

Zhang's Muran twisted his face, and his heart was even more worried.

The granddaughter's age...... I guess I haven't gotten the hang of it yet, right? Maybe she just treats Shizi as an elder brother, Zhao Wei sends her things on weekdays, and she will also make needlework gifts in return, presumably to Shizi...... Is it the same?

At dinner, Zhao Wei finally appeared. However, there seemed to be something wrong with his appearance, although he was neatly dressed and his hair was meticulously combed, but strangely there seemed to be a light blue patch at the corner of his mouth on the left side, as if he had been hit by something. Zhao Xiu was startled when he saw it, and hurriedly asked, "Brother, what's wrong with your face?" ”

Zhao Wei crossed his legs on the kang, looked at the worried look on his grandmother opposite the kang table, and smiled nonchalantly: "It's nothing, I was fascinated by things while walking, and I accidentally hit the trunk of a tree." ”

Zhao Xiu was stunned for a moment, a little incredulous: "Brother, you? Crashed into a tree trunk while walking? She had never seen Zhao Wei make such a joke! Besides, how did hitting a tree hit the corner of your mouth? Could it be that my brother was looking up at the sky and walking forward?

The smile on Zhao Wei's face was about to freeze, and he looked at her with a smile: "I know it's funny, so sister, just laugh." ”

Zhao Xiu hurriedly hid the urge to snicker, and shook his head vigorously: "No, how can I laugh at my brother?" I'm obviously worried about you. He carefully leaned over and gently touched the bruise on the corner of his mouth: "Does it hurt?" ”

"It doesn't hurt." Zhao Wei looked at her grandmother, "Just a little green, Ming'er will be fine." ”

Zhang sighed: "Sister Xiu, you go and find a bottle of medicinal wine, and bring it back to your brother after eating in a while." Don't take this bruise seriously, if you don't rub it early, it will be purple tomorrow in the morning, and it will be more obvious at that time. ”

Zhao Xiu smiled and answered, and only Zhang and Zhao Wei's ancestors and grandsons were left in the second room of Dongnuan Pavilion, so Zhang lowered his voice and asked his grandson: "Are you looking for a son?" But what's the question? Could it be that you got into a fight with him? If you alarm the prince, it will embarrass your sister if it makes a big fuss! ”

Zhao Wei also lowered his voice: "Grandmother, don't worry, is your grandson such a reckless person?" When the grandson talked to the son, he didn't say a word, but just asked the son if he was like his sister and brother-sister feelings. The prince refused to answer for a long time, and the grandson understood in his heart. The grandson was angry that he had such an unsightly mind for his sister, so he used the excuse that he had not cut fists with him for many days, and had a fight. When he was beating, his grandson was angry and started harder. He was originally above his grandson, but he left a sense of proportion everywhere, but he fought with his grandson for most of the hour. Later, it was the prince who summoned the prince to speak, and we stopped. The bruise on his grandson's mouth was caused by accident, not by him. On the contrary, it was him, because he didn't dare to be ruthless, but asked his grandson to punch a few times, although it was not heavy, but it was also quite painful, but he didn't say a word. When his grandson saw him like this, half of his anger in his heart was dispersed. ”

Zhang listened to the Buddha and said busily: "You are too bold, if you leave a scar on the face of the prince, even if the prince can't see it, is the person waiting next to him dumb?" Won't tell the prince? In case the prince blames him, how can it be good? ”

Zhao Wei said disapprenorantly: "Even if the prince blames, the grandson will not regret it, such a thing is not reasonable to say that the son of the next life will not take advantage of it." It's just for the sake of my sister's reputation, so let's not make a noise. ”

Zhang couldn't help but sigh, but she was more concerned about Gao Zhen's attitude: "What can you see?" Is the prince just a whim or ...... to our sister Xiu What's really sincere? ”

Zhao Wei said: "How old is my sister?" Whether he's sincere or whim-struck now, it doesn't count. But I see that he is still attentive to his sister, otherwise he would not have taken a few punches from me, and he continued to endure and let me, and did not hit me hard. ”

These words made Zhang breathe a sigh of relief: "That's good." None of them are children of a small family, they come and go on weekdays, and there are countless people around them, and your sister is young, so she won't suffer any losses. Let them separate first, rarely see each other, and after two years, the son of the family will marry, and he will forget the absurdity of his childhood. In two days, let's find a reason to say goodbye to the prince, go home first, and don't live in the hot spring village anymore. ”

Zhao Xiu happened to come back from looking for medicinal wine, and when she heard her last words, she was very surprised: "Why don't you live in the hot spring Zhuangzi?" Isn't it a good place to live? ”

Zhang hurriedly closed his mouth, and Zhao Wei said to his sister with a smile: "Although this place is good, it is the property of the palace in the end, and there is the prince and the prince here." Let's come over as guests and stay for a few days. Now that you've lived for half a month, aren't you satisfied? Do you want to stay here for the whole winter? ”

That's just as well. Zhao Xiu also knew in her heart that it was impossible to live on someone else's territory for so long, but she lived comfortably, and she was a little reluctant in her heart: "When will we clean up our hot spring little Zhuangzi." In the winter, my grandmother lived as long as she wanted. ”

Zhao Wei smiled: "What's so difficult about this? Most of the reconstruction of the Hou Mansion has been completed, and the rest is not good to continue due to the cold weather, and it will not be completed until the spring of next year. Those craftsmen are idle, so it is better to simply send a few people to Zhuangzi over there and build the house where we want to live. In this way, there is no need to wait for next winter, and next spring, my grandmother and sister will be able to live in our own hot spring village. ”

It sounded pretty good, but Zhao Xiu still rejected his brother's proposal with a smile: "Winter is the time when the flowers and fruits produced in the greenhouse sell the best." Now if you go to the small Zhuangzi over there to start construction, maybe it will affect the output, so why bother? It's not too late to find someone to build a new house next year when the farming season is slack. If you really want to live in the past this winter and next spring, let people vacate the original yard, so that they can clean up, and they will be able to live in it. ”

Zhao Wei actually hoped that he would not have to borrow the hot spring village of Guangping Wangfu in the winter in the future, so it would naturally be better to build a new yard on his own hot spring village, so he retorted: "How can grandmother live in the farmhouse?" Besides, the people over there are messy, so it's better to build a new yard. ”

Zhang interrupted the discussion between the brother and sister: "Okay, whether it's a new yard or something else, that's a matter for later." It's important to eat now, hurry up and clean up, Aunt Mei has carried the food box into the yard. ”

Zhao Xiu looked out of the glass window, and sure enough, he saw Aunt Mei with two mothers-in-law, carrying food boxes into the courtyard, coming along the glass verandah, and hurriedly reached out to clean up the unfinished needlework on the kang.

Zhao Wei caught a glimpse of two men's cloaks, and asked casually, "Is this made for me?" Just one piece. Why bother my sister? ”

Zhao Xiu smiled and said: "The black velvet embroidered back pattern is my brother's, and the other dark gray is made for the prince." Brother will take a good look at your one later, but what is there to dislike? I said it early and I can change it. Ming'er is about to send the cloak back to the city to be skinned. ”

Zhao Wei paused, glanced at his grandmother, and Zhang said quietly: "This is the return gift of the finch gold tweed cloak, this is also the way it should be, the gift is still exchanged." ”

Zhao Wei just laughed and said, "But how can I look at it, and think that the one I made for the prince is better than my one?" Even the fabric is more expensive. He recognized it as serge satin, less common than black velvet.

Zhao Xiu said casually: "The black velvet used by my brother, as soon as I saw the material, I knew that it was suitable for my brother, so I immediately chose it, and the embroidery on it took me several days of effort." The one of the sons of the world is plain and unpatterned, and the fabric is more expensive, so you can get it. ”

But Zhao Wei was still not satisfied: "Then why did you make me a black cloak, but the one of the prince is a different color?" In fact, he usually wears black clothes more. No matter how he looked at it, he thought that the gray one was more magnificent and beautiful than the black one, and it looked more neat when he wore it.

Zhao Xiu smiled: "Brother, are you still picky about this?" You have clothes of any color on weekdays, black is versatile, and you can match it however you want. But if the prince wears black all day long, and then wears a black cloak, won't it become black impermanence? It's better to make other colors look better. This dark gray serge fabric has a little luster, and it is no problem to wear it now, and you can continue to wear it after taking off your filial piety, which is very suitable. It took me two days to choose the right fabric. ”

The cloak made for him is the material that can be picked at a glance, but the cloak material made for Gao Zhen takes two days to pick?

Zhao Wei suddenly felt that his heart was congested. RS