Chapter Ninety-Two: The Frustrated Girl
Qian Niang stayed and lived in the Pond House, this place was where Manniang lived before she got married, she was married for five years, and the Cheng family still made people pick up every day.
Let her live there, it was proposed by Qian Niang herself, and Cheng was not easy to refuse. So he cleaned up a room and put her there.
When everyone left, Qianniang, who couldn't move just now, jumped off the bed, Yanhong came in with hot water, and was startled, "Girl, are your feet okay?"
Qian Niang raised her eyebrows and looked at her, "Of course I'm fine." ”
Yanhong hesitated, "Why is that girl-"
Qian Niang's eyes sparkled, "I naturally have my own reason." After speaking, he showed a calculating smile, and his face changed in a blink of an eye, "I warn you, you are not allowed to tell anyone about this matter, otherwise you will be careful of your skin." ”
Yesterday was stuffy for a day, today is even hotter, people seem to be in a steamer, Jiao Niang did not sleep well last night, sleepy during the day, but lie down and feel hot and breathless.
There were low-flying swallows passing by in the yard, and Shui Xiang said that this was going to be a heavy rain, but after waiting for a long time, there was no intention of raining.
After the meal, Jiao Niang accumulated food, and went out for a walk to eliminate the food, she remembered the acacia flowers that she threw away after picking last time, so she took the fragrance of water and wanted to collect another cage.
The acacia flowers in the day are better than those at night, red and bright, like a sea of flowers. Shui Xiang carried a basket of bamboo-woven flowers, and put all the flowers in one place.
"This flower grows so interestingly, like a fan, and it can be worn as a velvet flower on the head. Shui Xiang pinned an acacia flower to her ear, but it was more vivid than those cold ornaments, Jiao Niang looked at it and smiled, "But the velvet flower is undefeated, and this will wilt after wearing it for a while." ”
Shui Xiang took the flower down and sighed, "Also, good things are always short-lived." Then he threw it into the basket of flowers, "Girl, what is the use of you picking these flowers?" and asked again.
Jiao Niang's full nails were not dyed with any impatiens juice, and the nails were pink and tender, and she stepped on her feet to pick off the largest one in a high place, "It's more useful, relieves depression and calms the nerves, regulates qi and appetizes, activates and relieves pain, kills insects and reduces swelling, don't you say that your throat is uncomfortable these days, drink it with this soaked water, and it will work if you drink it a few times." ”
"That's a good thing. Shui Xiang untied a sachet from her waist, picked the petals and put them in, and then tied them to her waist, "The girl wears this, and there are mosquito bites in the province." When I get back, I'll fill a few more sachets and put them next to the girl's pillow, so that the girl won't be able to fall asleep when she smells it. ”
The water fragrance is meticulous and proper, and the lady is grateful for her delicate and thoughtful.
The rain in June is baby-faced, crying when you say crying, and you are still picking it here, but it suddenly rains, and you can't dodge.
"Why do you say it?" Shui Xiang covered Jiao Niang with her hand, but it was useless, she looked around and saw a pavilion not far away, "Girl, let's go there and hide from the rain." ”
Jiao Niang nodded, and ran into the pavilion with Shui Xiangyi.
In just a few dozen steps, Jiao Niang was still wet, she shook her dress, complained in her heart, stayed in the room, but went down, God also teased her.
She pouted, turned around slowly, and saw a pair of black-bottomed silver embroidered soaphorn shoes as far as her eyes could see, and when she looked up, she suddenly found that Ying Che was also in the pavilion. She was just shaking her clothes and didn't see him.
Jiao Niang was wearing a moon-white pink-edged engraved silk curly skirt, and the skirt was circumferred three times and taken off to the ground. The clothes were soaked, and they were tightly attached to her body, showing her delicate and full, and her waist was slender.
She combed her head into a whirling bun, fixed with a blue-pink jade dragonfly hairpin, and on the other side wore a water-colored begonia palace flower, silk yarn as petals, gold silk as stamens, delicate and realistic. Next to the palace flower, there is a small crystal flower hairpin, which extends to the corner of her forehead, which adds a more charming color than her usual outfit.
Jiao Niang was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly leaned over, "See Your Highness, I don't know Your Highness is here, there is a lot of disturbance." I was annoyed, God was really playing tricks on her, and I met him again.
Shui Xiang also saluted, and her heart was worried, but after a while, she still didn't hear King Rui call, and secretly raised her eyes, but saw King Rui holding a silk silk to wipe the raindrops on the girl's face, and his eyes couldn't help but widen.
Jiao Niang was stunned, and looked at Ying Che in a daze, his movements were very gentle, as if he was afraid that he would hurt her with force. She was only as tall as his chin, and her eyes were level and landed on his lips.
The corners of his mouth are slightly bent upward, so he always makes an expression that seems to be smiling but not smiling, and has been with him for more than two years, but today Jiao Niang found out that Ying Che is thin lips, and I heard that people with thin lips are cold and thin-hearted.
After a moment of distraction, Jiao Niang woke up and turned her face slightly sideways, causing Yingche to stagnate and stop in the air slightly embarrassed.
She glanced at it casually, and then she noticed that the silk silk that Ying Che was holding was embroidered with a peony flower, and she recognized her own embroidery. suddenly remembered the silk he threw away that night, and it turned out that he had picked it up.
I don't know if it's because my brain twitched, so I reached out and grabbed it, "This is mine." "Maybe she's too eager to get her stuff back from Incher.
Ying Che didn't give it to her, and chuckled: "You said it was yours, but there is evidence?"
Jiao Niang's bright eyes were wet, "I embroidered the embroidery on this." She tugged hard again.
But he didn't want Ying Che to be such a scoundrel, so he took the opportunity to grab her hand and take a step closer to her, "How about it as a gift to this king?"
Jiao Niang's face turned red, Shui Xiang saw that the girl was light, and immediately stepped forward to reprimand, but coldly received a cold look from Ying Che, only to feel as if she had been poured by Leng Lingling's ice ballast, and she couldn't open her mouth from the cold.
Ying Che was so rude, Jiao Niang was so angry that she pulled her hand out, and then glared at him fiercely, so she didn't say anything, picked up her skirt and ran away, no matter how heavy the rain was outside.
Seeing this, Shui Xiang also chased out.
Qian Niang stood under the corridor on the other side, clearly saw what was happening in the pavilion here, she was still unwilling, these days she asked people to inquire about the whereabouts of King Rui every day, and arranged a coincidence, but every time King Rui ignored her. Today she came out again to "meet by chance", but she didn't expect to be the first to be inverted.
She straightened her hair, pulled down the chest of her skirt, and ran into the pavilion as if she was hiding from the rain.
She was wearing a translucent gauze that was completely revealed when it rained.
"It's a coincidence that I've seen His Royal Highness King Rui, and His Royal Highness is also hiding from the rain here. ”
Ying Che was still in a daze with the handkerchief, thinking about whether she was too Meng Lang and scared Jiao Niang, when she heard a pretentious woman's voice speak.
He turned his head and frowned at Qianniang, this woman seemed to have seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.
"You are?"
Qian Niang's ruddy face turned pale in an instant, and the frozen smile softened before barely returning to her face, "The people's daughter Qian Niang is the eldest daughter of Nanfu. ”
"Oh. Ying Che casually responded, and sat back on the stone bench, holding the silk silk in his hand thoughtfully, and ignored her again, as if there was nothing else in this pavilion except him.
Qian Niang stood there and hesitated for a while, looking at his expression from time to time, but saw that he only paid attention to the silk, and even wondered, what is so beautiful about the silk, is it better than her beauty?
After thinking about it, she gritted her teeth and plucked up the courage to step forward, "His Royal Highness King Rui, this is for you." She pulled out a sachet.
On the sachet one side is embroidered with mandarin ducks playing in the water, and on the other side is embroidered with two immortals, the meaning is obvious.
Ying Che raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and actually reached out to take it, he glanced back and forth, with a playful smile on the corner of his mouth, "What do you mean by this?"
His voice was low and good, and the dull voice that seemed to be there couldn't bear the heart beating up and down, Qian Niang blushed, and confessed delicately: "I...... Ever since I met His Highness, I fell in love at first sight. These days, I always stay awake all night, and my heart is full of the shadow of His Highness. I'm afraid that I have lovesickness and can't be cured, but His Royal Highness is my panacea. She lifted her eyes slowly, shy.
Ying Che was slightly stunned at first, and then laughed, "This king has never seen such a bold woman as you." ”
Qian Niang listened to the joy of his laughter, and her heart was secretly happy, and she felt even more encouraged, "Does Your Highness like bold women?"
Ying Che's laughter slowly stopped, and his deep eyes made it impossible to see his emotions, but I saw his expression change again and again, and in the end, his eyes were cold.
He looked at Qian Niang coldly, but the corners of his mouth smiled, "This king likes bold people." Qian Niang's heart was surging, her face bloomed like a flower, and she just looked at Ying Che with joy, but she listened to him say word by word, "But this king doesn't like a shameless woman like you." After speaking, put the sachet away.
The rain gradually stopped, and he got up and left.
Qian Niang's face changed from red to white, and then from white to red, she picked up the sachet, the red light flashed in her eyes, and the ups and downs in front of her chest became more and more intense, and the maids around her were afraid that she would be angry, and was about to persuade her, as soon as she opened her mouth, she slapped her away, and she stared at Yingche's back fiercely, until it disappeared, and the tears in her eyes fell.
Jiao Niang ran back to the room, flustered, Shui Xiang saw a little hint, "Girl, Lord Rui, he-" Jiao Niang intercepted her next words with a look, and solemnly warned Shui Xiang, "Don't mention today's matter to anyone." ”
Shui Xiang had never seen her so serious, and nodded vigorously.
Jiao Niang was drenched in the rain, although she drank ginger soup, she was still sick, and she was very sick, and she slept groggily for a few days, and she did not get better.
The doctor looked at it and said that the external wind and cold, and the internal liver qi stagnation, need to be well regulated.
Qing Huan said behind his back, this doctor doesn't know if it's a lie, he knows that people can take care of it, and the girl has been on her feet for a few days and hasn't been well-organized, so she will only say that she needs to recuperate and recuperate.
Every time Jiao Niang heard her say this, she had to scold her, she knew in her heart that it was not that the doctor's medical skills were not good, but that he was pretending to be sick, and the other was heart disease.
People who pretend to be sick can't be cured no matter how they are treated. And people with heart disease need heart medicine to be cured. It's also difficult to be a doctor.