Wen Yan'er saw in the mirror that her hair was torn apart, and Mo Yu Oiran took the wooden comb on the table, dipped it in oil, and combed it little by little. She couldn't help but feel uncomfortable again - her box of osmanthus head oil was still given by the negative dead ghost in the past, and she had also given her two boxes of head oil, a box of rouge, and a golden hairpin, which was a valuable thing for her Dingding.

She didn't dare to cry in front of Mo Yuyan, forcing herself to concentrate on looking in the mirror and learning how to comb her hair.

Wen Yan'er's hair is not good, and it feels like a handful of dry and yellowed reed flocculents. Shen Yuan likes to see that everything he handles is perfect, so he combs it very carefully, osmanthus oil is not blindly greedy, just comb the ends of his hair.

She picked Wen Yan'er's hair from the side, picked it down along the edge, gathered it from the lowest point, and then reversed it upward, braided it to the top of the center, and twisted it into three butterfly flowers to form a butterfly flower bun, which hung down loosely and naturally.

Shen Yuan stepped forward and opened the jewelry box on the table. Wen Yan'er blushed suddenly, there was no outstanding jewelry in her jewelry box. Shen Yuan picked out a few rice bead hair pins, fixed the butterfly flower base slightly, didn't lift his eyelids, pulled out the bell in his hair and shook it, and the hairpin was in front of Wen Yan'er's bun.

"Ahh This can't be helped, this can't be helped! Wen Yan'er hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop her, but was caught by Shen Yuan, and there was no regret in her tone, so she only told her in a cold voice, "Ring the bell and shake the steps, and ask the person who wears it to behave properly, not to be frivolous Meng Lang, causing noise wherever he goes." Since it was given to you, I wore it well. ”

"Yes, yes......" Wen Yan'er understood what Shen Yuan meant, and hurriedly responded.

After combing her hair, Shen Yuan quickly painted fat powder for Wen Yan'er, turning her into a gentle and lovely person with a pink face and peach cheeks. In the makeup mirror, Shen Yuan lifted Wen Yan'er's chin, and she looked at Wen Yan'er's eyes, as if she was looking at one of her embroideries and a vase of flower arrangements.

This seemed very inhumane, but Shen Yuan didn't care, and he didn't need to care.

"In the future, but you will have to serve the guests, and when I get out of this room, you will not cry and make jokes anymore." After looking at it enough, Shen Yuan let go of his hand and instructed what was important.

"I understand......" Wen Yan'er bit her pale lower lip, as if she had made up her mind, "Who would have trouble with silver, isn't it just to make the gentlemen happy-my mother used to sing music in the building, but now that she is older, she is no longer useful, and she has to point to me to live." ”

Hearing this, Shen Yuan's heart was suddenly touched. She walked back to the low couch and sat down, and looked at Wen Yan'er with a whole body, and the whole pink gown was embroidered with gold and plum blossoms—it was ironic, such a noble flower, embroidered with cheesy gold silk in a noisy and noisy manner, and embroidered on such an ambiguous color, that she didn't have to think about it to know that it was for the sake of spending a good night with the disciple of Nadeng that she dressed up......

Last time, Qiu Xiao was also fifteen years old, which seems to be a good age. Shen Yuan remembered that when he was fifteen years old, it was an exceptionally happy year, and in the year of the year, the siblings were reunited, Shen Han tried his best to think of some ways, postponed his return to the camp, and stayed in Mojing to accompany her for the New Year. She casually mentioned that she wanted to see plum blossoms, and Shen Han took it seriously, and took her out of the city in the cold winter to see the best plum blossoms in Mojing in a garden somewhere on the outskirts of the city.

It's a coincidence, plum blossoms......

Shen Yuan snorted amusedly.

"It's good that you can think like that." She supported her chin with one hand, rested the other on the edge of the table, knocked on the table with her fingertips, and continued to instruct unhurriedly, "Leng Xiangge has never treated girls harshly, you know this." As for your mother...... Tell me, what's going on? ”

At the mention of A-Niang, Wen Yan'er finally couldn't help but choke up again. She was still obedient, and she didn't know how to let the tears fall out and make her face succumb, so she hurriedly ran to draw a handkerchief, carefully wiped the corners of her eyes, and dipped the tears that were about to fall out.

When she put down the veil, she was shocked to realize that she had just run, the steps on her head were dingling, and the sound of Miao Yin's bell was originally crisp and pleasant, but she ran messily and disorganized. She looked up at the Oiran in a panic and was relieved to see that the other party did not mean to blame. After straightening the corners of her clothes, Wen Yan'er walked steadily and dignifiedly, sat opposite Shen Yuan, and told her about her childhood affairs.

When she was eight years old, she entered the Leng Xiang Pavilion with A-Niang. When her aunt was young, she was a little daughter raised by a wealthy family in Beijing, until she was nineteen years old, because of her good looks, she was favored by a face-saving steward in the front yard, and asked for grace from the master's family, got married, and lived a warm life, and gave birth to a pair of children in the first year of marriage, which envied others.

Wen Yan'er is one of the girls. When Wen Yan'er was eight years old, the master's family was convicted of raiding the house, and even the servants and subordinates were unlucky, both men and women were tied up and sold separately, and her father and her brother of the dragon and phoenix fetus have not heard from them since, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead. She was almost bought to be a prostitute, but fortunately her mother wiped her face with mud and escaped.

Her mother took her to join a drama troupe, and at first she barely managed to make ends meet, and after a few years. Later, the two masters in the class said goodbye, and there was no horn who could sing, so the class owner could only take the rest of the people to change careers to become a blowing team and enter the Leng Xiang Pavilion to make a living.

Shen Yuan listened patiently, but he muttered for a long time. Parents always have to think about their children, and if Wen Yan'er's mother has a way, she doesn't want to take her to ask for this third-rate meal. She couldn't help but think of the situation of the Mo Qi family back then, and the origin of the Leng Xiang Pavilion.

Her heart had been cold for a long time, but at this time, she let the only remaining warmth prevail, and showed some pity...... In the future, since your mother can't sing anymore, let her go to the backyard and deliver food and laundry, and she will never be told to freeze and starve, but just live with the mothers-in-law. Would you like that? ”

When she finished speaking, Wen Yan'er's pair of Danfeng eyes had already stared at the boss, her face was surprised and happy, she knelt down and kowtowed to her, "You are kind in your heart, Yan'er thank you for A-Niang first!" My mother pulls me a little, and you can rest assured that laundry and cooking are not a problem. ”

"Then I'll go back to the pavilion master," Shen Yuan still didn't help her, he got up and walked out slowly, "You get up by yourself, clean up here, change into clean clothes and go out." Without waiting for Wen Yan'er to reply, he walked to the door and pushed the door out, leading the two maids to leave.

If Wen Yan'er hadn't mentioned her mother, she wouldn't be nosy, right? Shen Yuan walked slowly along the corridor of weeping flowers, and also slowly pondered. She's still in a bad mood, it's not so hot anymore, but she still wants to eat ice cheese.