"Who's who, where?"

Finally, Wen Yan'er and Shen Lizhi both shrank their necks. The former hurriedly put down his body, and when he looked back, it was the mother surnamed Shang in the backyard.

Among the many stewards of the Leng Xiang Pavilion, Shang's mother's temper is considered to be the best, what are the two women doing, she has already understood it from a distance. Wen Yan'er trembled, didn't dare to approach, knelt two steps away from her in a sullen voice, and repeatedly said that she would never dare to do it again.

"Mama Shang! It was my sister inside, and I just said a few words to comfort her...... Beaten and scolded, slaves and maids are willing! I just ask my mother to have mercy on me, and don't let the masters know. ”

Shen Lizhi shrank inside the room, listening to the movement outside, and his heart was beating in shock. In stark contrast to her, the warbler stretched out her legs and feet for a long time, lazily hugging her clothes and quilts, leaning against the wall, and her face was full of indifference.

"What are you afraid of? Let's listen, our business mother, who looks weird and bluffing, is actually a soft intestine. Guan Ying stretched out his hand, knocked on the bricks and stones beside him, and deliberately said to listen to Shen Lizhi.

The latter turned his head to look at her, his eyes flickering, and he didn't know if he had heard it. The warbler was too lazy to speak, so he closed his eyes and just rested himself.

Outside, Wen Yan'er cried and begged, but she didn't see Shang's mother reaching out to help, or saying a soft word. Compared with previous years, Shang's mother is getting older, and her face is more stern. Wen Yan'er didn't hear it, but when the mother in charge wanted to move seriously, she was bold and just wanted to raise her head, but she heard the other party speak.

"There's no need to beat and scold. A family of sisters, who support each other when they are down, is also rare to have this heart. Go ahead, you have to remember the lesson in your heart, and if you make a mistake next time and let others see it, you won't have such good luck. ”

A few words were not salty or light, Wen Yan'er listened to it in her ears, shocked in her heart, and was speechless at first glance. There was a light "snort" in the house, and the warbler had a smile on her face, illuminated by a few rays of sunlight, quite a bit of the charm of the former top lady.

"Yan'er! Yan'er, silly sister, thank you mom, hurry! ”

Shen Lizhi suddenly had a bright light, fluttered up, hurriedly grabbed the window railing and leaned outside, opened his throat, and kept shouting that he stayed in place and didn't know what to call the little sister. When Wen Yan'er heard the call, she woke up like a dream, but when she returned to Shenshang, her mother had already gone away.

After a short time on the Fengyue field, Wen Yan'er learned to be tactful, but the cowardice inside still hasn't changed. She prostrated herself towards the place where Shang's mother had stood before, and was about to shout again before she stood up on her knees and slipped back to the window.

"There are so many people, I have to go. Sister, don't worry, I will come to see you often. ”

She has never been bold, and she didn't dare to stay any longer, so she vaguely told her new sister a few words, got back into her body, and hurriedly left along the wall.

Shen Lizhi leaned on the edge of the window, tilting his body desperately, trying to look out more. It wasn't until Wen Yan'er's figure was completely out of sight that she slid back to the ground in a daze, and another line of tears flowed from the corners of her eyes. When he turned back, the warblers in the same room were asleep. Shen Lizhi was surprised, because of the cold of the burrow, he was so cold that he was cold to the bone, and he didn't dare to think about whether he would become a cold corpse at night.

The singer hugged her body and tried her best to wrap her torn clothes tightly. She wanted to go over and watch the warbler, but she did. The wind hair was soft, and the warbler girl slept soundly and was not awakened.

Shen Lizhi didn't know the time, so he slowly relaxed, and his body began to feel warm. It's better for two people to be alone than alone, relying on each other's little warmth, and they can still let themselves dream, pretending to return to the small building where the charcoal is hot.

And the small building is really sheng, as beautiful as the old, and never loses the scenery because of who is missing.

"She is just a brother, and she suffered from the pond fish, and she was sold a long time ago, where did she come from such a sister. Mom was bluffed by her. ”

There was silver frost charcoal outside, and the cold fragrant Oiran sat upright, holding a pair of silver scissors, and concentrated on pruning a pot of camellia next to the beauty couch. Yin red pearl goose astragalus, oil leaves into jadeite smoke, there is no incense burner in the house, still fragrant like spring.

In winter, there are few colors, and the ink mandarin duck asked people to prepare a lot of bright flowers, and personally picked the treasure pearl camellia and asked Shui Zhi to send it. When Scarlet Moon came in, Shen Yuan's face paused, and after all, he didn't say anything about it, he just asked her to stay, and asked Shui Zhi to take the word, and went back to thank Madame.

Mother Shang lowered her eyebrows and lowered her hands, standing in front of Oiran to answer. The two maids in Shen Yuan's room accompanied her, but it was Sheng's Qiuxiao who went to the backyard to find her.

At that time, as soon as Miss Sheng spoke, she had already guessed seven or eight points. It's better to see than to hear, this Oiran lady has a really strange temper, and she was specially called to question, and it seems that her mind is tied to the camellia.

She thought that the other party was not listening, but as soon as she answered, she heard the sneer.

Oiran may be sick again, and she speaks softly, but her mother, who has been in charge for many years, wrinkles in her heart, and doesn't understand what she means, so she speculates first: "It's the old woman who is negligent......

"It's okay. She rushed to cry and take Qiao, pretending to be aggrieved and asking for punishment, because she was sure of her mother's kindness and would spare her. Without waiting for Mother Shang to figure out what it meant, the cold beauty had already put down the scissors, turned around and smiled at her: "Mother Shang, you can go." The weather is cold, and it is hard for my mother to come here. ”

Shang's mother didn't dare to say anything, bowed her head and gave a blessing, and retreated. Scarlet Cloud got the master's eyes, and followed him quickly: "Mom is hard, slave and maid send one to mom." ”

The people in the Oiran house had a humble attitude and a friendly smile, which gave the housekeeper enough dignity. Before stepping through the door, Scarlet Cloud silently put his arms around Shang's mother, whispering two or three times, but some "not enough for outsiders" Yunyun.

The Scarlet Moon still waits quietly. Shen Yuan looked at the pot of camellia and picked up the scissors again. In the huge room, there was only the sound of small silver scissors opening and closing, which was fine and crisp, tickling the tip of people's hearts.

The last scissors fell, and what was cut was a small, half-bloomed flower. With a "snap", the tender first bei fell straight on the table, without any buffer, rolled and quickly calmed down.

Shen Yuan raised his eyes, and Scarlet Yue immediately stepped forward to pick up the scissors and put them away. When she came back, she saw her young lady holding the flower and tearing off a petal.

Scarlet Moon bowed her head and lightly offered a freshly brewed saffron tea: "If the girl doesn't like this flower, the slave and maid will move away." ”

"You see it all?" Shen Yuan's expression eased, he lost the flower, and left a neat petal in the palm of his hand, "Look at this color, it is dull and dull, and it looks like a pool of palm blood." ”

The big girl was speechless, and she didn't know how to respond. "The girl is thinking too much." After a long time, she persuaded softly, "Girls' homes are uncomfortable, and they are always easy to think more." As she spoke, the big girl stretched out her hand, took the petals from the palm of the master's house, and threw them in the pot.