Liuzhou Jiang family.

After a night of silence, Jiangfu gradually became noisy. First, the agile birds walked through the treetops and came to the open space in the house, on the trees among the flowers.

Then, a white cat in the courtyard of the eldest lady of the Jiang family scurried into the courtyard and began the drama of the cat catching the bird.

The little maids in the house are not surprised.

Instead, they all stepped forward to see how the cat staged the daily routine of not being able to catch the finch, and then walked away satisfied.

The white cat didn't care about the eyes around him, and he didn't care about the sounds of those two-legged beasts that disturbed the cat.

He liked the green-feathered birds, with their long tails and white and black heads, jumping and jumping through the meadows.

It had been observing for a long time, and the bird was not afraid of people or of it, but it always flapped its wings and flew away when it was about to run past.

It's really annoying.

The eldest lady of the Jiang family got up early to make up in the mirror, and some yellow copper mirrors shone on her flower-like face.

"I'm too lazy to paint Emei, and I'm late to make up and freshen up."

Miss Jiang Meng thought about it, carrying her cardamom nails and stroking her face, feeling a little self-pity in the mirror.

"Miss, this poem is not right."

The maid behind her who combed Miss Jiang's long hair said with red makeup.

"Oh?"

"Miss, you got up at just the right time. The morning bird is crying, and the golden crow is rising. How can you be 'lazy' and 'late to freshen up'? ”

The red makeup smiled, and the baby's fat cheeks on his face were pink.

"That's right." Jiang Meng nodded, but said, "The poem is right, it should be my mistake." ”

"Miss. The slave knew she was wrong. When Hongxiang heard this, his face turned pale, and he stood aside and pleaded guilty.

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

Jiang Meng smiled a little helplessly and comforted the red makeup, "What are you nervous about?" I'm not going to eat you again. Besides, I said the poem on the wrong occasion. Poetry is right, and you are not wrong. ”

"Come here, go on." Jiang Meng looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and still felt that he looked very good.

Although she didn't succeed in trying to say something to please herself, it didn't stop her from being in a good mood.

"Comb one for me, that," Jiang thought for a moment, and touched his fingers on his cheek, "The kind of Sister Cheng Qinyin who came to the house yesterday." ”

"Yes, miss."

Seeing that she didn't look unhappy, Hongjiao finally put her mind at ease, walked behind Jiang Meng, and combed her hair.

"Miss, the one on Miss Cheng's head is a brocade bun."

"What a strange name." Jiang Meng said, "However, it's okay to look good." ”

After feeling sorry for himself for a long time, watching the bun on his head gradually form, Jiang Meng only then divided a little thought about the things at home.

"Red makeup, how many days have you been out of town? I haven't seen you in a few days, but I really want to. ”

"Miss Hui, it's been ten days."

"Ten days?!" Jiang Meng was a little surprised, and his voice couldn't help but be much louder.

"So long?" Jiang Meng almost stood up excitedly, and when he saw the red makeup that stopped moving behind him, he calmed down and said.

"It's been so many days, no wonder, my heart is empty."

"Don't stop, keep going." Jiang Meng urged.

"Miss, don't you usually like the little master?"

The red makeup had not been around Jiang Meng for a long time, so he could only see extremely shallow things through the surface.

"I don't like it very much." Jiang Meng said lazily.

"However, he is a member of my Jiang family and my brother-in-law. Although it is a little naughty, it should be. As the eldest sister, you still have to be strict occasionally. ”

This is Jiang Meng's statement.

"Miss, it's alright." While speaking, the red makeup had already combed Jiang Meng's hair in a bun.

"It's beautiful, and the hands are quite skillful." Jiang Meng stroked his sideburns, touched his hair, and looked at the red makeup with appreciative eyes.

"I can't see it, the little girl's hands are so dexterous. Now, this hairpin has been rewarded to you. ”

"Miss Xie." Red makeup lowers eyebrows.

"Well, let's go, I'm going to my mother's place."

Dressed in a purple gauze skirt and a light purple mink shoulder, as soon as Jiang Meng went out, he felt the attention from all around, either bright or dark.

Well, that's right. Jiang dreamed of the subordinates who were about to nail their eyes to Cheng Qinyin yesterday, and he felt a little unhappy in his heart.

However, along the way, the eyes of the subordinates soothed Jiang Meng's unhappiness very well.

Sure enough, she is the number one beauty in Liuzhou, and this throne will always be hers, and no one can take it away.

If Mrs. Jiang knew that her daughter was still thinking about her beauty at this time, she would probably vomit blood.

However, except for the red-makeup girl around her who faintly guessed her heart, no one could guess her thoughts.

Besides, the sun is so beautiful, among the green trees, you can see the begonia flower forest in the distance, the flowers are dazzling, and you can hear the buzzing bees up close.

Everything is good, and there seems to be no trace of gloom.

The sun selflessly shines on every corner, like soothing everyone who has gone through the night.

The house is busy, and there are little maids and maids in a hurry everywhere.

Liuzhou Mansion.

"My lord, I still haven't found it."

Lin Qing, the head catcher, stood against the morning light, and opened the door of Lord Chen, the governor of Liuzhou, when the morning light was faint.

"Not yet?"

Master Chen seemed to have just gotten off the bed, the crown on his head had not yet been straightened, and the shoes on his feet had not yet been put on, so he hurriedly ran out under the notice of the little servant.

"Lord Chen."

Lin Qing arched his hand and said respectfully.

His clothes were still a little wet, from the night's frost. He hadn't slept all night, his hair was a little messy, and there was green stubble popping out of his face.

His eyes were deep, and he seemed to be filled with endless sorrow.

Master Chen knew what he had experienced, and he had already said a lot of words urging him to rest, but if he didn't listen, he couldn't do anything.

"Will the demon not appear?" Master Chen asked the little guy tentatively after serving hot tea, freshly cooked porridge and hot buns he had just bought.

"No, it will still appear." Lin Qing's voice was hoarse.

"But, you can't keep it like this!" Master Chen felt that he was very tired from worrying about the case, and ran into this hard-tempered subordinate again.

It's simply a test given to him by God.

"However, if the matter is not resolved, more people may lose their lives."

"It's not, it's not, can't you squat at people?" Lord Chen said helplessly.

At this time, the little maid also brought up all the food and drink.

"Come on, let's eat first." Master Chen beckoned and greeted Lin Qing.

"Hmm."

Lin Qing was also real, gobbling up the buns a few times into the hungry stomachs that were about to forage for food, and quickly poured the hot porridge into his stomach.

"Hey! You're busy, this is freshly served, what should I do if I burn my throat? ”

Master Chen felt that he had never worried so much about his son.

What a wickedness.

"In this way, you go and rest for a while, and then go when you have enough rest."

Lord Chen thought about it, even if he was holding him, he would let him rest.

Thinking about how to persuade him, Master Chen desperately searched for more convincing arguments in his mind.

For a long time, no sound was heard.

Wrong? This is not Lin Qing's style.

Lord Chen turned his head and looked.

I just want to say one thing, what a sin!