Under the flower stand in the front yard, Yun He, who was waking up with a slight nap with an autumn fan, and then hurriedly stepped forward, made a small gesture, and said to Atso a little seriously: "Your housewife and Jing'er are still asleep, don't be too noisy." ”

"Oh." Atso said, raising his face.

Then Yunhe asked her to sit down, gave her two fruits, and took the letter she had brought from the post shop in the city.

While eating, Ah Cuo looked at Jing'er's little aunt.

She and her mistress are so beautiful! The sunlight cast by the flower stand, shining on her forehead and the tip of her nose, a little golden light, but it also sets off her fair skin, really white, her eyebrows are thinner than the main mother, but especially well-proportioned and long, not to mention the black hair, it is draped over the shoulders casually like a female crown, probably not married, not like the main mother coiled into a cloud bun, no wonder I heard that the people in Tanzhou said that the little aunt is the goddess of Xiangshui, and the people in Xingyuan Mansion here say that she is the goddess of Hanchuan, between the blue eyebrows and the long curled eyelashes, The little aunt put on two layers of ochre-red palace makeup on her eyelids, which were like clouds when they opened, and like peach and plum when they hung down.

It would be nice if I could be like them in the future, but it's too impossible, haha.

However, she is still a little different from the main mother, who is a blooming peony, full of fragrance, but she is kind to anyone, as if she has never been angry; And the little aunt, just like the white lotus, the green is dotted with snow white, and the white and white are slightly red, this kind of flower is not found in the countryside of Xingyuan Mansion, only in the pond garden of the Ganye Temple in the city, it is said that it took a lot of effort to move from Jiangzhou in Jiangnan West Road.

So in most cases, Aunt Jing'er is a little cold and arrogant, but Ah Cuo I know that she is not really cold and arrogant, in fact, she is very good, treats people sincerely, and asks me to read with Jing'er when she has free time.

"Atso, what are you laughing at?" Yunhe divided the letters sent by the shop one by one and asked.

Ah Cuo ate the fruit innocently, looked at Yun He and smiled, and blurted out, "I'm thinking, how nice it would be if you had been in Xingyuan Mansion, little aunt!" ”

Yunhe was a little stunned, and then said to Ah Cuo in a sour tone, how is it possible, I will marry sooner or later.

"Isn't it hard to see you in the future?"

"No way, this is also a woman's life!"

At this time, Yun He breathed a sigh of relief, held up two letters, and asked Ah Cuo to hand them over to his sister immediately, "Brother-in-law is about to return to Xingyuan Mansion by boat." Then he held up the stacked letter and said to Atso, these are the books and rituals of some brothers-in-law and wingmen, and you should send them to the study at once; Then he left a seal, "This is what my father wrote to my mother, and my mother went to the temple in the city to make incense offerings, and it took a few days to come back." ”

Then Yunhe separated the letters, and asked Ah Cuo to identify the words one by one, and said to her that you can use them in the future.

Yun Shao basically has a free-range attitude towards her family and servants, she only thinks about cooking for Song Qing, and she has recently been interested in nurseries and grain boards; And Yunhe is the "prime minister" type, urging Jing'er to study, asking Atso and other servants to be literate and not relax for a moment.

After Atso left, Yunhe got up and walked into the corridor of the east hall of the central hall, where he heard the wailing of the little cocoon.

At first, Yunhe thought that Jing'er was bullying the little cocoon again, but when he walked into the hall, he saw that he was holding the short feet of the treasure, and the cocoon struggled, grinning his teeth, and his chubby head was shaking around.

And Yun Shao held up his big belly, actually held a pair of scissors in his hand, and whispered to Bao Bao: "Bao Bao is well-behaved, just cut the hair on your tail." ”

"What is this for, Sister?"

As he spoke, Yun Shao had already cut off the hair on Baobao's tail.

After being let go, the aggrieved Bao ran to Yunhe's feet and lay down, whining, telling about the unfair treatment he had suffered.

Yun He held the treasure in front of his chest, comforted its back, and watched his sister burn the tail hair of the treasure into ashes with a fire sickle and pour it into the wine vessel, and then Yun Shao took out a bag again, and from the inside, he actually took out a nail, "Sister, this?" She was puzzled.

"This is Song Qing's thumb nail."

After Yun Shao finished speaking, he poured his nails into the wine vessel, and then drank the wine in one gulp.

"Ahh After drinking, Yun Shao's face was full of comfort and his smile was extremely sweet.

Yun He next to him was dumbfounded, Yun Shao smiled, and whispered to Ah Mei, "Recently, Master Mingxuan asked the women and children in the city to recite the scriptures, and asked someone to give me a book called "The Secret Recipe of the Marriage".

Yunhe had a question mark on his face, and the books of the monks and monks were really complicated.

Then Yun Shao said that before her husband returned from a long trip, she could cut a clump of hair and burnt ashes from the dog's tail, and then take a thumbnail from her husband (Sister, are you collecting your brother-in-law's nails on weekdays?). and drinking, so that the husband will never lose love for himself.

"Oh......" Yunhe then understood.

"Li Niang, there is also a mirror hearing method in this book, which can be used to divinate marriage fate, you listen to it!" At this time, the elder sister enthusiastically led the shy her to the bed, took out the beginning of the book "The Secret Recipe of the Marriage", and then the two sisters read it together.

He stared at him with curious eyes and listened to the ......

After nightfall, Yunhe sat in the tent of the small side hall, unable to sleep repeatedly, she finally got up, walked to the desk, and stared at her dressing bronze mirror, the moonlight was bright, shining on the mirror.

"Huh......" Yunhe plucked up his courage, and according to what was said in the book, he suddenly stretched out his hand, took the bronze mirror into his arms, and then walked out of the dormitory.

The courtyard, wings, middle halls, and garden nurseries of the entire official residence are free of candle flames, the night is as cool as water, the moon hangs in the sky, delicate and dust-free, and the seedlings and flowers and leaves everywhere are bathed in it quietly and comfortably, Yunhe can hear the heart pounding, she holds the mirror, walks to the porch, and keeps praying in her heart, "If you don't meet people, you don't meet people, and if you meet people, it won't work." ”

When she walked to the empty kitchen, she saw the statue of the god of the stove, so she knelt down, closed her eyes, and said, "You have a spirit in copper and copper, and you don't want to go out to hear sorrow, and you have to look like a thousand miles of good people." ”

I repeated it seven times.

Yunhe's breathing became even more rapid, she got up, continued to hold the lenses, and walked out of the door of the official residence.

The whole sub-city is the government office area of Xingyuan Mansion, and the public security is very good.

Except for the occasional snorting and slight coughing, Yunhe's ears were quiet, and she counted the street corners and corners in front of her, "One, two, three, four......."

It was not until the seventh place that she stopped and turned her back to the moon, and closed her eyes again, and her mood was frightened and excited, because according to the book, the unmarried woman held the bronze mirror in the middle of the night, and when the moon reached the seventh street corner, she could see the shape of the beloved in the mirror seven times, and she could hear the voice of the beloved person, which was "listening to the mirror".

As the saying goes, in the past, I looked like a look, and tonight I listened to the news.

"Take a picture, take a picture!" After rubbing it seven times, Yunhe opened his eyes, stopped breathing, and stared at the lens.