Qin Niang cooked dinner, and as soon as she entered the door, she saw Huanhuan sitting on a chair, choking in pain. Ling'er still hugged her and comforted her. Qin Niang felt sad, put dinner lightly on the table, and pretended to be happy and said, "Miss, let's eat some rice porridge." Today's cabbage tip is very fresh. ”

When Ling'er saw that dinner was coming, she also cheered up and said happily, "Miss, eat quickly." Can Qin Niang have fish? Miss loves roast fish the most. ”

Qin Niang shook her head in embarrassment, and Ling'er instantly understood that Qin Niang must have no money to buy fish. I can't help but feel distressed, the last time the young lady sneaked out of the house to drink flower wine, it cost a lot of money. Now that the prince is not in the house, it is a little difficult to get money.

Huanhuan didn't pay attention, she never liked to pay attention to the amount of money, and she didn't miss money when she was young. When Huanhuan was young, he followed his mother back to Wuzhou, only to know that Wuzhou was far away from Shangjing, and there was still slow snow in Shangjing when he left, and when he arrived in Wuzhou, it was already a scorching summer. My grandfather was a big merchant in Wuzhou, and he was rich. When her mother got married, her grandfather also bought two restaurants for her in Shangjing and bought many shops, so that she could earn some spare money and have fun.

Huanhuan drank the white porridge on the table, and the wound on his face throbbed with the action of chewing.

Qin Niang found out about this detail and said lovingly: "Tomorrow I will cook this white porridge more badly, and then add some fish to the porridge, okay?" ”

Huanhuan nodded and ate the porridge seriously. Ling'er was preoccupied on the side, thinking about whether there were any other items that could be pawned for money.

"Miss Qi."

It's nightfall, who's going to knock on the door? All three turned to look at the hidden door.

Ling'er got up, opened the door, and recognized that it was the old woman who called Miss away today, and was angry. Said angrily: "What are you looking for my young lady?" ”

Qin Niang and Huanhuan also recognized who was standing at the door. Qin Niang stood up, replaced Ling'er, and said with a smile: "What is the matter with my aunt coming to find Miss Qi?" ”

The old aunt was the old slave that the princess brought from her house to serve her, and Qin Niang saw that she came twice, so she knew her status in the princess's heart.

"Since the princess loves Miss Qi, she has given a gift to Miss Qi."

When Huanhuan heard this, he felt that his stomach was rolling, and he was about to vomit out the few mouthfuls of white porridge he had just swallowed.

The old aunt handed the tray covered with red cloth to Qin Niang, and without further polite words, she led four or five servants to leave arrogantly.

Qin Niang closed the door, put the tray covered with red cloth on the table, and explained in a low voice: "That aunt said that it was a gift from the princess to the young lady. ”

As soon as Ling'er heard the word princess, her chest tightened, and she was angry, staring at the tray viciously.

Huanhuan nodded, reached out and lifted the red cloth, and saw a delicate mahogany box with gold patterns on it.

Ling'er looked at the box with a sense of foreboding, and looked at Huanhuan nervously.

When I opened the box, I saw a golden hairpin with blood stains on it.

Qin Niang and Ling'er suddenly understood that this was the princess praised by everyone in the house.

It's vicious!

Ling'er hurriedly closed the box and muttered, "This hairpin is so ugly, Miss doesn't look at it." ”

Qin Niang was sad, and quickly took the box away with a tray of red cloth.

"Actually, the golden hairpin is quite good-looking, Ling'er, you didn't see it clearly, the flower pattern inlaid on it is the begonia flower." Huanhuan pretended to be calm, his good-looking peach blossom eyes drooped slightly, and he said stupidly, "It's just that its hairpin tip is too sharp, not like an ornament like a weapon." ”

Ling'er nodded, still burying herself: "What good things can that vicious woman give, don't think about it, Miss." Tomorrow, let Qin Niang sell the gold hairpin for some silver, okay? ”

Huanhuan nodded, she didn't want to see the golden hairpin again in her life, as soon as she saw it, she remembered the scene where the princess grinned at her, and a chill suddenly appeared.

Early the next morning, Qin Niang came into the house with white rice porridge that was no different from rice cereal and woke up Huanhuan. Ling'er also came into the house with washing water, and said with a smile: "Miss, get up." If you don't get up again, Qin Niang can go, she can't buy what you want. ”

Huanhuan lay on the bed yesterday and thought about it for a long time, but his face was scratched. As long as he is alive, he has the hope of seeing his brother again. It doesn't matter how the princess and Li Zerong treat her.

After washing his face and tying his hair, Huanhuan sat on the chair, looking at the white rice porridge carefully cooked by Qin Niang, and his heart was warm. It's good that there are people besides Ling'er who are willing to take good care of her. While drinking white porridge, I thought in my heart that when my brother came back, I would take Qin Niang to Wuzhou.

Ling'er saw that Huanhuan was in a better mood, no longer as dull as yesterday, and her mood was also better. He reminded him, "What do you want?" Qin Niang will have to go out of the house to purchase later. ”

"An ointment to remove scars."

"That's all?" Ling'er said, "Miss doesn't want to see the follow-up of Shanbo and Yingtai?" I haven't read it for a long time, I'm afraid I can buy two volumes, and the gentleman who wrote the book will derive a sequel from their story every year..."

Ling'er was still talking excitedly, and when she was on the rise, she naturally didn't notice that Huanhuan stopped drinking porridge, and her eyes also stagnated.

"That's the saddest story, and I didn't want to read it for a long time."

When Ling'er heard this, she stopped talking about it, and changed the subject: "Then I'll buy some more candied fruit and come back, okay?" ”

Qin Niang was ready, looking at the tray covered with red cloth in the other room, she hesitated, not knowing whether to exchange it for money, but if she didn't use it for pawn for money, how would she live in the house? The young lady needs a good plaster to treat the wound, otherwise the wound will not heal and will surely leave an abominable scar in the future.

Ling'er is looking for Qin Niang. She had already found out what Miss needed, and she was looking for Qin Niang everywhere excitedly. Seeing Qin Niang standing in the room, looking at the tray covered with a red cloth in front of her, she didn't move.

Ling'er walked over, lifted the red cloth, slowly opened the gold-veined mahogany box, looked at the bloodstained golden hairpin, and sighed. Then he stretched out the handkerchief, carefully wiped the blood stains on it, and then handed it to Qin Niang, and said in a complaining voice: "Qin Niang will sell it, and Miss doesn't want to see it again." Buy some good scar medicine for Miss to treat her face, by the way, buy some preserves. ”

Qin Niang took out a handkerchief and carefully wrapped the golden hairpin, nodded helplessly, and left.

The days in the house were very boring, and Huanhuan learned to paint landscapes since he was a child, but unfortunately he never paid attention to it and painted very poorly. After his father passed away, Huanhuan often thought of him, so he no longer wanted to read gossip books, and began to seriously copy and paint landscapes.

After eating, Huanhuan held the ink pen and drew seriously. Ling'er saw that she was back to normal, and finally breathed a sigh of relief and watched her from the sidelines. The lady looks so good with her sleeves and pen. Dressed in a pear white robe, his hair is simply tied up, and he can be so delicate and lovely without dressing up. Even with the hideous scar on the left side of her face, the young lady can give people a comfortable and quiet feeling all over her body.

Ling'er likes such a young lady, and likes the way she focuses on forgetting pain.

Hwan Hwan suddenly stopped writing and stared straight at the paper. Ling'er was puzzled, and when she looked closer, she saw a pool of blood on the paper. Immediately he understood, looked at the left side of the young lady's face, the blood scab broke, and the red blood poured out the ointment and flowed over the glowing white skin, falling drop by drop on the snow-white painted paper.

Ling'er was scared, so she hurriedly took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on Huanhuan's face, and asked distressedly, "Miss, do you feel pain?" ”

"It doesn't hurt, it's just that I'm restless and uneasy." Huanhuan gently put down the paintbrush, took the handkerchief in Ling'er's hand to wipe the blood, and continued, "When I saw that hairpin last night, I was scared. ”

"Miss is not afraid, the golden hairpin will never be seen by you again. Qin Niang may have sold it for a good price, and is rushing to the house with things. ”

Huanhuan nodded, turned his head to look out the door, expecting Qin Niang to return with the scar medicine.