After inviting peace the next day, Rong Jin returned to the courtyard, and was about to assign errands to a few new maids, when suddenly Qingying next to his wife came to invite her to the main hall, as if his wife was going to lead a few sisters to a banquet.

Rong Jin returned to the house for half a year, and she was circled and never went out of the house again, and the soles of her feet were already itchy, so she didn't care about any errands now, so she immediately pulled the finch back to the room and let her disassemble and comb her hair, and then turned out a few fashionable clothes made by Mrs. when she returned to the house from the eight treasure cabinets, and made them from beginning to end.

Que'er hurriedly grated for her, and couldn't help complaining: "Mrs. is really, every time there is a thing that doesn't notify the young lady first, and sends someone to come temporarily, where can I catch up?" ”

"I'm content if you can inform me, you should be careful when you speak in the future, the newcomers look honest, but in the end, they are the wife's people, and they don't cause trouble because of a few words," Rong Jin said while drawing distant mountain eyebrows with copper dai.

The finch looked at it, combed a lily bun in front of the mirror, and put the only two precious pieces of jewelry in the makeup box - red coral beads and inlaid treasure deer and crane with spring golden hairpins.

The finch has always been handy at doing rough work, but she is as meticulous as combing her hair but she does not do much, she will comb two styles in total, comb the hanging bun at home on weekdays, comb the lily bun when you go out, and then a few more hairpins will be over.

Rong Jin turned around in front of the bronze mirror, smiled a small dimple, and was very satisfied with his neat body.

After half a year in the house, I was finally able to go out and relax my muscles! She couldn't wait to hurry to the main hall of Chongxiao Courtyard with the finch.

Several sisters in the hall have already arrived, Rong Jin only felt a light in front of her when she entered the door, and a few early-blooming wood hibiscus were inserted in the pastel longevity peach olive bottle on the flower table on both sides, but a few sisters are dressed up solemnly and brightly today, and they seem to be the most shabby under a closer look.

But in the eyes of several sisters, this is not the case.

Rong Jin has a brocade flower shirt on her upper body, and a lotus pink scattered flower Ruyi cloud smoke skirt below, which makes her light and beautiful, and the halo of Ruyi Linghua through the fan dyes her, and every embroidered flower on the skirt, and even every hair has a light jumping.

This is the difference between her and a few girls who have been in the rules since childhood, she is alive just standing there, a deer running through the jungle, the sun and rain falling on her breast.

The eldest sister Rong Zheng was stunned for a while before she opened her eyes, she thought that if the sisters in this house talked about color, no one could compare to herself, and she never thought that these four sisters would dress up a little, and they would be fairy-like characters.

The third sister smiled with jealousy in her eyes, stuffed a piece of peeled orange into her mouth, chewed it heavily, and chewed until the corners of her lips were deformed. She suddenly stood up, hurried to Rong Jin, and pulled out the inlaid treasure deer crane and spring golden hairpin on her bun as soon as she stretched out her hand!

She held it in her hand and pretended to look at it carefully, and said with a smile: "Sister, this hairpin is so good-looking, why didn't I see you wearing it before?" ”

Rong Jin raised his hand to cover his hair, and the tassel on the step was still shaking.

"Sister, this one is also very good-looking," Rong Jin almost did not hesitate to treat others in his own way.

Rong Ci was startled, hurriedly covered his hair bun, carefully touched it, and then stared at his own Heling jade winding hairpin in Rong Jin's hand, hating itchy.

Rong Jin was happy in her heart, she always thought that she didn't understand the rules, and she never thought that these three sisters were the ones who didn't know how to be polite, last time she snatched the shuttlecock from her hand, and this time she pulled the hairpin, she was also a concubine, who has to get used to whom?

"Third sister and fourth sister, don't mess around, come and sit down," Rong Qing pointed to the rose chair beside him, and said with a smile: "Fourth sister sit here." ”

This is to help Rong Ci break the siege, and characterize this as nonsense between sisters, otherwise if she seriously investigates it, Rong Ci will do it first, and she will naturally be at a loss.

"Okay, don't play, sister, I'll put the hairpin on it for you," Rong Jin didn't want to hold on to a trivial matter, so she stood on tiptoe to make a hairpin for the third sister.

"No need," Rong Ci's eyes were horizontal, he took a step back, snatched the hairpin from her hand, and then slapped the treasure deer crane and spring golden hairpin into Rong Jin's palm.

Rong Qing dragged Rong Ci over and sat down, Rong Jin smiled at Rong Qing as if she was fine, and sat on the rose chair beside her.

However, Rong Zheng, who was sitting alone opposite, watched the three of them sit together, and a sense of irritability suddenly rose in his heart.

She peeled the orange peel and threw it heavily on the table of the Eight Immortals, and looked at Rong Qingdao with a sneer: "You didn't speak when the third sister pulled out the hairpin of the fourth sister, and the fourth sister opened your mouth when she moved, it turns out that in the eyes of the second sister, there is also a difference between the second sister and the fart!" After that, she glanced at Rong Jin, but saw that there was no wave on her face, and said in her heart, aren't these four sisters really stupid? Thanks to her mother, she also said that she was smart, so she added another fire, "Mrs. wants us to let a few of our concubines line you, so she took us with her, but it's a pity, with four sisters, I don't know who is lining whom." ”

Rong Zheng ignored it, his right hand gently smoothed the skirt, and after each gold thread on the skirt was brushed, it suddenly bloomed sharply.

Rong Jin glanced at Rong Qing on the right, although she didn't see anything unusual, but she felt the cold for no reason.

In fact, there is no need for Rong Zheng to say, Rong Jin also understands that he is a foil.

"Several sisters are all beautiful, if you want to talk about lining, I have to be the one to line a few of you," Rong Jin grinned, wanting to adjust the cold atmosphere.

At this moment, the footsteps of the wife were heard from the bottom of the stairs. She is wearing a red ground colored turtle back Ruyi Tuan flower gown today, and a white ground cloud water makeup horse face skirt, her posture is plain, but her clothes are bright, just like a little pink on the tip of the peach blossom/bud.

But she is now with the consistent Mother Kong. Rong Jin was a little disappointed in her heart, after Zhang's mother's lecture yesterday, she even admired her a little now.

Zhu stood in the center of the hall, glanced at everyone, and finally fell on Rong Jin, the corners of her mouth twitched imperceptibly, and asked lightly: "Four girls, you haven't finished yet?" ”

"It's going to be time in four months," Rong Jin looked up at Zhu, the hope in his eyes deep and solemn. She knew that this banquet was, to put it bluntly, a banquet for young men and girls to look at each other, and she was about to meet the feast, and she could go to reason.

It's not that she can't wait to get married, it's really boring for too long, she fights with her friends in the alley when she is a child, and she is the most unbearable person. For half a year, she was depressed in the house every day, where could she stand it, she wanted to go out to see the sky outside, and make friends with other girls, just like a fish wants to return to the water, and an eagle wants to fly to the sky.

But as soon as Zhu's mouth opened and closed, this hope was extinguished.

"Then I'll take you there in four months, I didn't call your two sisters today, the banquet is on the boat, I'm afraid I can't take care of it if there are too many people."

What can't be taken care of, are so many servants and slaves all furnished? Rong Jin felt like a mirror in her heart, it was clear that her wife didn't want her to go, and she just prevaricated her with high-sounding words. If it was in the past, she would have retreated with interest, but now she is full of hope, and she has specially dressed up before coming, and she does not want to return in vain.

"Madam, I will obediently follow behind my sisters, and I don't have to take care of you all the time," Rong Jin looked at her earnestly.

Zhu's eyes deepened slightly, and he sat down on the rose chair.

"Sister, you can come with us next time when there are fewer people," Rong Qing smiled softly.

"Yes, it's not that I won't take you there in the future," Rong Ci looked impatient.

"Your stupid look is that if you follow us, you're afraid that you can lose it," Rong Zheng didn't want Rong Jin to steal the limelight, and finally reached a consensus with the other two younger sisters once.

Rong Jin only felt that there were countless mouths facing her one by one, whispering in her ears, and her mind was buzzing, so she could only nod obediently.

She said goodbye and walked out of the lobby alone, and the finch came up to meet her, and asked tentatively, "Miss, why did you come out alone, didn't you want to go out with your wife?" ”

Rong Jin didn't speak, stopped and leaned on the pillar to look at the sky, the sky was also gray, she said: "No, it's good to stay in the yard," and then walked out.

The finch followed her, and said no more.

Rong Jin forcibly explained: "Originally, I was going to go, but I heard that everyone at the banquet wanted to play with flowing water, and they had to order to compose poems, so it was boring, so it was better to go back and rest." ”

"Yes, what's so fun about composing poetry, it's interesting to have a bow!" The finch chimed in.

……

When returning to the Mei Courtyard, Rong Jin saw that the weeds in the courtyard were removed, and after a few busy times in spring, summer and autumn, when he saw Rong Jin coming back, he came forward to salute in a proper manner.

Rong Jin smiled a little at this time, and after saying that he had worked hard, he asked Que'er to enjoy a few plates of dim sum, and finally called Red Sleeves into the house to explain the matter.

The maids of different levels in the Lin Mansion wore different colors of clothes, such as the first-class red sleeves, and she wore a water-red Luo skirt. After she entered the door, she first squatted towards Rong Jin, her waist was straight, and her head was just right.

Rong Jin sighed in her heart that she was really a first-class girl, this etiquette was standard and smooth, it was really better than her being a young lady.

"It's called Red Sleeves, how old is this year, and what will you do?" Rong Jin asked.

Red Sleeves then made the situation of himself and the rest of the maids the same as Rong Jin, "The slave and maid have assigned all the things in the yard, spring apricot sprinkle and sweep and water the flowers, the summer cicada needlework is not bad, the autumn frost and the stove of the painting tube, the finch serves you to freshen up and bathe, and the slave and maid are in charge of the young lady, your hairpin ring cage and the yard's personal relations and accounting......, etc."

Rong Jin listened quietly, and repeatedly praised her for being neat and organized.

However, Red Sleeves is seventeen this year, with a long body, and Rong Jin had to look at her when he stood in front of Rong Jin and spoke. She is also a triangular eye, fierce, and when she looks at her, Rong Jin always feels that if she doesn't do what she wants, she will pick herself up and tear herself to pieces.

"Red sleeves, you have arranged it well," Rong Jin reached out and took out his purse again, ready to reward her with the only remaining three taels of silver.

"Now that autumn is in the autumn, the sun is getting lazier and lazier, and the slave thinks that your quilt cover and autumn clothes should be washed, and by the way, the second drawer under your mirror is locked, and the contents and books on the shelves should also be taken out to dry."

"No need, I only washed and dried it a few days ago."

"It's always good to wash and dry more, Miss, you don't have to care, the slave maid will do it," Red Sleeves did not relent.

Rong Jin's hand remained in the purse, looking at the red sleeves, his expression dark.