The head of Qin Huai's ten yans, one of the Oiran twins, a character who can make her father who is an iron-faced general make mistakes, she thought that she had to be jealous of Li Hong's skirt, but the woman leaning on the window on the picture scroll couldn't see the slightest bit of a famous prostitute.

The black hair is curled to the back of the head, a wisp of green silk hangs down, dangling on the palm-sized little face, faint eyebrows, faint smile, and the jasmine flower with a new hairpin between the crow's sideburns is all the gold and jade ornaments.

Wearing an indigo silk shirt on his body, there is no extra embroidery, the narrow sleeves and tight waist outline a good figure, Yingying is unbearable, and the jade hand with two inches of green fingers holds a Su embroidery fan, which seems to be gently shaken, and there is a string of jade bracelets on the wrist, as if it can smell the ring.

Clear and simple, neat and neat, not rich, no demons, but from every bone, every pore, and even every hair, the word "Yan" is revealed.

It's a hard hit to describe. It has nothing to do with appearance, it has nothing to do with clothing, but everyone in the field is looking at it, and they know what it means to be beautiful in the world, and they can't wait to see the style of the year.

Beauty is in the bones, not in the skin. Yes, Linjiang is beautiful, in the bones, so the hero bends his waist.

Zhao Xiyan took a deep breath, looked away, and looked out the window at the autumn evening in the south of the Yangtze River, a city with black tiles and white walls, ginkgo biloba and golden all the way, and a line of distant mountains coming out of Xiu, all faint and misty, like ink paintings.

But it is the pen that is soaked in water with this wolf color material, but it paints a picture of tourists only suitable for Jiangnan Lao.

"It turns out, it turns out, my mother's fame is not because of how she is." Cheng Yingyan also followed Zhao Xiyan's gaze and smiled, "It's because seeing her is like seeing Jiangnan." ”

Shen Yin and Liuxiang also sighed beside him: "In the past, it was said that the Shengjing at the feet of the Son of Heaven was good, and the atmosphere was rich and beautiful. But now Fang Zhiyan has a thousand faces, and the southern country occupies half of it. ”

“…… So, my mother is reluctant to live such a beautiful life, so she doesn't want to come to Beijing to take care of me? ”

Cheng Yingyu stretched out his hand and caressed the beauty scroll, his fingertips froze, thinking of the years when he was locked in the Cheng family's mansion as a child, from three to twelve years old, he could hear his own echo being knocked back by the magnificent high wall, and in circles, the slaves knelt at their feet, always indifferent and alienated.

Even Yu Linling was able to move into Zhao Mansion for Zhao Xiyan, and she was alone for nine years of loneliness and resentment, and the child who grew up alone back then had an inextricable coldness.

"Little Thirteen, sister, she has no such intentions! How can anyone who is a mother not think about flesh and blood? The allusion of Xiangfei Liang ...... "Su Qian was slightly anxious and hurriedly defended, but was interrupted by Cheng Ying, who seemed unwilling to listen more.

"I know, but I still can't understand why my mother left me alone in Chengfu." Cheng Ying smiled weakly, without a mother's childhood, who can easily let go.

Su Qian and Nian Nujiao glanced at each other, nodded, and the woman took out a prepared letter and handed it to Cheng Yingyu: "In this case, this matter will be stopped for the time being, and it will always be solved if you take your time." It's just that the slave has a problem with the second girl, can you give this letter to Mrs. Nan? ”

"Qin Nanxiang?" Cheng Yingyu followed and changed the topic.

Nian Nujiao nodded, and subconsciously glanced at Su Qian: "Not bad." I heard that Mrs. Nan is now living in your courtyard, and the slave has something to discuss with Mrs., can you please make it convenient and give the letter to Mrs. when you go back? ”

Cheng Yingyu naturally took it, and didn't think much about it, but Su Qian and Nian Nujiao next to him were relieved, as if they had succeeded in something.

But at this time, the carved door of Huanghuali was opened from the outside, and a little trick broke in in a panic, and bowed his head: "Lady, the head of the house is here." ”

Nian Nujiao gave everyone a thousand words, smiled apologetically, turned her head to Xiao Ling and ordered: "What are you panicking about?" It's not the first time! According to the previous rules, pick some top girls to meet them first, and I'll come! ”

After that, Nian Nujiao cut her hair and sideburns, and was about to step out of the door, and everyone in the audience was stunned: "Jiao Niang, this is leaving us?" Because the head of the Qian family is here? Walking so eagerly? ”

Cheng Yingyan glanced at Zhao Xiyan and frowned: "The lady has reversed the rules." The Sixth Highness is here, but you want to take care of the head of the family, the six princes of the dignified Heavenly Family, can't compare to the face of Jiang Nanchen. ”

Nian Nujiao blinked, and made a noncommittal salute: "Your Highness forgives your sins." The slave didn't mean to belittle His Highness, but he just knew some things, even if the saint came in person, and I hope His Highness will not be more serious. ”

Su Qian played a round at both ends of the side: "It's rare to be confused, confused, and it's all dissipated......"

Zhao Xiyan raised his eyebrows, as if smiling: "Because in the land south of the Yangtze River, the holy decree is not as effective as the words of the head of the family?" ”