Chapter 140: The Brocade Book Rest (II)
The long night was silent, the maids were sent to rest by their own eyes, Sheng Qiuxiao set up a small copper kettle, boiled boiling water, put a row of bowls and plates, and guarded the Oiran to tell other people's stories, just like being depressed and depressed for too long, and finally found a space to speak, and did not care about the actions of others behind the scenes.
The freshly brewed tea is extremely hot, and no one is in a hurry to eat, and the hot air rises in front of it. The stove was not burned with silver frost charcoal, but it was also blazing, and the fire was scorching, illuminating the white faces of the two people with a warm red color.
Xu Jinshu was frightened by the warbler that day, and he no longer dared to stay alone in the Qin Pavilion, pestering Qiu Xiao and refusing to leave. After getting along with each other for days, Shengqiu Shinoben had no intention of inquiring, but the Jinshu girl treated people without defense, and she told her life experience thoroughly when she came and went.
Qiu Xiaodao said that Xu Jin was born in a rich businessman's family, and he used to be a girl.
"Her mother is a singer in the workshop, and her piano skills and music skills are a must, but it is a pity that she is not ladylike, and she has been betrayed several times, and she has not yet been loved by the 20th National Congress. In order to make a living, the singer had to marry a businesswoman, with a pink hijab and a flat-headed sedan chair, and entered the Xu family overnight, as a cheap concubine. β
It's a very clichΓ© story, Shen Yuan thought to himself. Xu Jinshu talked about the past and did not have a lot of sadness, but Qiu Xiao relayed it with a face full of regret, the world is current, like the mother of Jinshu, the concubine enters the door, and there is no difference between the slave and the servant, beating, scolding and humiliation are commonplace.
The biological mother knew that life was difficult, she was low and small, trembling and barely surviving, and did her best to teach her daughter the skills of piano music, and raised Xu Jinshu to the age of thirteen, and finally died of exhaustion and violent illness.
The wife of the Xu family regards the children as a thorn in the side, Jinshu is beautiful, she has been ostracized since she was a child, and she has no mother to take care of her, and the situation is even worse, and almost no one regards her as a serious girl's master. The sisters who came out of the concubine asked her to bring tea and pour water every day, and to sweep the curtains, like a slave.
"That family is very unbearable, and every year a few corpses with bodies have to be carried out......" Speaking of this, Qiu Xiao's voice was as thin as a mosquito fly, covering her lips and sighing, "Because of this, she learned to observe words and emotions early, and would rather be wronged than dare to cross the thunder pond by half a step." β
When Shen Yuan heard this, he was also moved, and his eyes were silent for a long time. In the past, she would complain about the injustice of heaven and let herself toss and turn, and she was delayed to this point, but she heard too many bad stories, and she knew that if she talked about life, she was afraid that she would not even have the qualifications to interject.
She began to imagine what kind of despair it would be if this kind of kind fell on her, and she was overwhelmed by the death of her biological mother, and she decided to find relief on her own. Thinking about it, Shen Yuan suddenly felt very cold and wanted to hug Sheng Qiuxiao.
"Qiu'er, what happened later?"
Sheng Qiuxiao's body was very warm, and the Oiran held her arm, half of her face buried in her shoulder. Qiu Xiao's clothes have been smoked with some spices, as if they are high-quality musk, mixed with a little borneol, and a faint smell of herbs, which is particularly reassuring to smell. Shen Yuan relaxed and squinted his eyes, much like a dozing tortoiseshell cat.
The owner of the clothes is obviously the young one, but at this time, he exudes a loving aura that is highly inconsistent with his age. The palm was warm, and Sheng Qiuxiao raised her hand to hug the Oiran, and slowly talked about what she wanted to hear.
"Later...... Xu Jinshu is cautious, but he still doesn't like his wife's room. She didn't tell me much, only said that her father did it and wanted to sell her as a thin horse in Yangzhou. β
Sheng Qiuxiao's subordinates tightened suddenly: "At that time, Jinshu was only fifteen years old, and he didn't even do the ceremony. β
"Hmm." Shen Yuan nodded, refusing to say more.
Tiger poison does not eat children, if it is the lady of the house who does evil, others will at most scold her for being jealous and immoral, or scold men for being lustful and lewd, and governing the family unjustly. They couldn't imagine how black-hearted the head of the Xu family was, but he was still qualified to be a human being?
Xu Jinshu's narration is an understatement. Sheng Qiuxiao only knew that the concubine of the Xu family was unbearable to be insulted, so she escaped at night and fled all the way to the capital.
"However, she still entered the Qinglou." Shen Yuan leaned on Qiu Xiao's shoulder, adding a touch of regret to this story.
"This name must have been given by her biological mother, right?" Leng Xiang Oiran raised her chin and stared at the blazing fire, "I want to come to the party for a few years, and that singer may also hold the promise, looking forward to entering the door to spend the rest of her life in peace, but unfortunately it backfired, and her heart was like ashes." β
"Exactly." Qiu Xiao bowed his head, patted Oiran's arm, and motioned for her to move, "Hello...... My shoulder is a little sore, I'll take it easy, you take a sip of tea. β
The room was too quiet, and the cold-scented Oiran sniffed the incense, immersed in other people's stories, and almost fell asleep. Rubbing the corners of her eyes and sitting upright, she took the tea bowl that was no longer hot and tasted Qiu Xiao's craftsmanship.
He was uncomfortable for several days, Shen Yuan's appetite was not high, and he didn't use much for dinner, and he began to feel hungry at this time. In the middle of autumn, Xiao doesn't like sweets, and the tea is less honey, and it all relies on all kinds of broken fruits to hang out the good taste, and the entrance is thick and mellow.
"You shouldn't use snacks at night, and when you turn around and accumulate food, your body should be blessed." As he spoke, he picked a piece of cake to accompany the tea. It is a paper-thin fresh mille-feuille cloud cake, full of embedded nuts, covered by the fire, slightly dry, the sweetness is not very strong, and it is torn apart and eaten one by one, which can be used to pass the light.
Qiu Xiao slapped his shoulders and said angrily: "What are you afraid of, they are all easy to restrain things, and your body is not good, since you are hungry, it doesn't hurt to eat more." β
Shen Yuan broke half of it and handed it to her: "How old will she be?" If a person can escape from the house, it can be seen that he has some ability. β
"She didn't tell me much, she only said that she was blessed with a great life, and God was reluctant to accept it." Qiu Xiao tore the cake and tore it in half and brewed it into the tea, "Don't talk about her." If you persuade me to marry, what are your plans? Haven't you ever been hired from your son? β
The movements of Oiran's hand suddenly stopped, and he pursed his lips and glared at Qiu Xiao: "He can't be hired, what's my business." β
But in a blink of an eye, Qiu Xiao didn't react, the beauties around her smiled again, and under the shy daughter's attitude, the peach blossom eyes couldn't hide the loneliness: "I have raised it for many years, and my body has not been very good, maybe I don't even have a fate with my children, so I don't dare to talk about marriage lightly." β
"You are foolish, if he loves you with all his heart, it doesn't matter if he has children or not." Miss Qiuxiao's words were amazing, provoking Oiran to quickly stop her face, and only after a while did she blush, pinching her handkerchief and muffling out a sentence.
"Autumn girl, whoever you love, you will marry whoever you want, what do you do to shame people with these words."