The morning light is dewed, the wind of early spring carries the cold air left over by the winter to sweep through the corridor, the two maidservants are carrying the toiletry, and the light red satin on the pillars of the corridor is flying towards the morning sun, fascinating their eyes and moving their skirts.

In the quiet room, a cluster of orange warm sunlight gently hit the desk through the carved window, waking up the two already cool teas. The light of the candlestick is like a dying old man, after a night of burning, has come to the end of life, fragile can not withstand a soft breeze, the morning sun covers its light, candle tears flow full of case.

The sound of the maidservant pushing the door finally broke the silence of the room, and the two people in the tent woke up when they heard the sound.

The blurry halo reflected in Zhao Jianning's eyes, she only felt that her eyes were sore and heavy, and she couldn't help but reach out the hand in the futon and rub it, but she didn't want to open it again.

Zhao Jianning's movements fell into Shen Shenlu's half-opened eyes, his eyes overflowed with a touch of soft color, and his fingertips crossed her right collarbone, where was a shallow scar, which looked a little abrupt on the white and tender texture.

Where did the scar come from, Shen Shenlu didn't plan to ask. However, the owner of the scar aroused the slightest curiosity in his heart, and the woman in front of him made him a little confused.

"Do you mind this scar?" Zhao Jianning didn't open her eyes, her flat voice was still hazy with sleep, but her brain was already awake.

Shen Shenlu suddenly realized his abruptness, I am afraid that no woman can bear the scar on her body, and that scar still grows on such a delicate collarbone, and the unconscious action he just made may have poked her pain. He withdrew his hand, and the warm voice sounded after a moment's silence: "How can you mind. ”

"It doesn't matter if you mind. When he was a child, he was greedy for fun, and he often secretly ran to pick up the weaving on summer nights, and was accidentally injured by the bamboo fence. A faint smile came out of her mouth along her memory, but it was fleeting, and along with the memory came the hippie smiling face of the young man in Tsing Yi.

The maidservants had prepared the clothes to be worn by the two newlyweds, and when they saw them talking leisurely, they did not dare to disturb them, so they had to stand on the side of the couch with lacquer plates. The two butterfly wings on Zhao Jian's eyes trembled slightly, and he reacted, he was going to serve tea for his elders this morning, and it would inevitably be rude to delay the hour.

Zhao Jianning's command came from outside the tent, and the maidservant immediately sent the clothes in her hand.

The morning light stretched the shadow of the window frame, Zhao Jianning wore an ice blue placket brocade skirt, and the moment she came out, the shadow climbed onto her skirt. Then the maidservant took a basin of water, stood beside her, and waited for her to wash.

Seeing that the two masters had gotten up, a few more maids came in one after another, each performing their duties, and began to clean and tidy up all parts of the room. Zhao Jianning walked straight to the makeup mirror after washing up, and called Orange to make up for her.

"Miss, are you satisfied with this bun?" Orange looked at the bun formed in her hand, and finally used the silver comb to swipe Zhao Jianning's sideburns twice, and a sense of accomplishment arose in her heart.

Zhao Jianning raised his eyes, and through the dim brass mirror, his faint gaze fell on his high flowing cloud bun, and a trace of amazement arose from the bottom of his heart. The green silk curled up, indicating that she was no longer the innocent girl, and just last night, she had entrusted everything she had to the man who didn't even remember his face. All this seemed to make her feel a little ridiculous, and the corners of her mouth inadvertently curved a shallow arc of helplessness. He glanced at his hair twice, and found that something was missing, it was the hosta inlaid with white beaded flowers.

"Well, that's good." Zhao Jianning nodded, stretched out her jade hand and picked up the beaded hairpin in the makeup and inserted it into her hair.

Orange was overjoyed when she got her young lady's affirmation, and put a few flowers in the jade box on the corners of her eyes, and her makeup was complete. When Orange got up with a satisfied face, there was already a moon-white figure behind the young lady.

The beaded hairpin he had just put on was detached from the delicate bun in Shen Shenlu's hand, and he handed the beaded hairpin to Orange Er with the light bright eyes in the mirror, but Xianya's words were directed at the owner of those eyes: "You need to go to the front hall to serve tea later, you and I are newly married, and it is not appropriate to let others see it after all." ”

"Orange, put away the hairpin, and today I will follow what my husband said." Since Shen Shenlu said this, Zhao Jianning couldn't help him, after all, what he said was reasonable, and if the other people in the Shen Mansion looked at it, it would inevitably cause them to question, but she didn't want to mention it more. But this is only for today, she didn't say that she won't wear hairpins anymore in the future.

While Orange was wearing the agate silver chuan for Zhao Jianning, Shen Shenlu turned around and poured two glasses of sake in front of the case. The crystal clear cups are connected by red strings, which are the combined wine that the two of them forgot last night. Drink now, although it is a little late, but it should be made up, this is the traditional rule.

Time slipped away most of Zhao Jianning's washing and dressing, the morning sun floated out of the mountain, the bright light sprinkled a piece of warmth, and her ice blue dress fluttered in the morning breeze, fresh and soft. Behind her was the open door, she took a deep breath, only to feel that her nose was slightly cool and comfortable, and what she saw in front of her was only a corner of the Shen Mansion.

Shen Mansion is built around the lake, large and small pavilions, pavilions and pavilions, Xuanxie houses are staggered, artificially excavated gurgling water criss-crosses, long bridges and small buildings lie horizontally at will, winding corridors and scattered rockeries are connected with each other, and go straight to the depths of the flower path. Although it is early spring, the greenery in the house has not decreased, Zhao Jianning walked with Shen Shenlu among the cobblestone paths, and the sound of the crisp stream in the distance was also faintly audible.

Although the power of the Shen family is not as strong as that of the Jian family, Shen Shenlu's father, Shen Song, is one of the nine secretaries of the imperial court, and his status should not be underestimated, and there are many concubines and children in the house, so this residence will naturally be built more and more extensively. Shen Shenlu is his second son, in addition to Shen Shenlu, there are twelve other concubines. As for the concubine, even he himself has not studied it in detail.

The two maidservants followed not far behind Zhao Jianning, passing through several water pavilions, turning a few zigzag corridors, and after passing through the stone arches, a verandah connecting the front hall was finally paved at their feet. After so many twists and turns, he finally arrived at the door, and at this time, Zhao Jianning had already forgotten the way back to the room. It's not that the structure and layout of the house are too complicated, but she has a very poor sense of direction since she was a child, and getting lost is a common thing, but fortunately there is an orange by her side.

Far from it, what she remembers most clearly is that when Chinese New Year's Eve was approaching last year, she and Orange Er braved the cold to go to the tea house to listen to the play, but they only went to the side alone, and as a result, they got lost in the alley near the thatched house. The cold wind rushed through the alley from the end of the alley, and she lingered in the middle of it, but she couldn't get out, and her little face was frozen like the most gorgeous clouds in the sky when the morning sun was rising. Fortunately, I met a hurried son later, and kindly took her out of the alley.

"What's wrong? Don't be nervous, I'm here. Shen Shenlu's words sounded in Zhao Jianning's ears, successfully pulling her thoughts back from her memories.

"It's fine." Zhao Jianning, who came back to his senses, sorted out his thoughts, took the steps that had just been hesitant due to distraction, and walked towards the hall elegantly.

Chaoyang illuminated the hall very brightly, and there were hundreds of people up and down the Shen Mansion, but everyone who had a little face came, and half of the room was crowded. Zhao Jianning stepped in, her stumbling voice stopped abruptly, and several lines of sight fell on her.

She was calm, swept everyone away with a faint light, and walked straight to the main seat. The unfamiliar faces soaked in the light reflected her eyes as if they had only turned into a face, and in her, the appearance of the living seemed to be born the same. After a year and a half of getting along, she is afraid that it is difficult for her to distinguish the people present by their faces. Even Shen Shenlu, who has now had a skin-to-skin relationship with her, his handsome face was still forgotten by her in a blink of an eye. If it weren't for his bony hands and gentle voice, she would not have been able to distinguish them.

The hall was a little strangely quiet, Shen Song was sitting in the hall in a black cardigan deep robe, and next to him was his wife, that is, Shen Shenlu's mother Yang Ji. The husband and wife looked at each other with the kindness that their elders should have, and seemed to have left the most loving side to this elegant woman.

Half of the room stood on both sides of Shen Song and his wife, with different expressions, and Zhao Jianning easily noticed Shen Song's right hand. Although the weather is still a little cold in early spring, the brown sheepskin gloves worn by Shen Song are a little abrupt. This hand obviously has another hidden meaning. And Zhao Jianning is not a curious person, but for a moment, her gaze returned to her toes.

"The daughter-in-law visits her father and mother."

"The child visits his father and mother."

A few wisps of golden sun were sprinkled on the tuanpu through the moire wooden window, and the two knelt on their knees and kowtowed respectfully.

The corners of Yang Ji's eyes overflowed with a little crystal, looking at the two figures in front of her, she just nodded, thinking that her two sons were now married, and she was happy in her heart. Shen Song on the side behaved much more indifferently, a kind smile was always on his lips, and he was quietly courteous.

Two fresh blue teas sit quietly on a mahogany carved bamboo lacquer plate, and the steam curls from the mouth. Zhao Jianning bowed three times, and the lacquer plate was sent to her by the maidservant when she looked up. She raised her hand to take it, but the finger that had just touched the wall of the lamp trembled inaudibly.

An imperceptible look flashed across her face, and it seemed that someone was deliberately trying to make things difficult for her, so as to see her ugly. It's just that who will play this clown in the end, I'm afraid it's not yet known, right? I never thought that so soon, trouble would come to the door.

Her face was calm, and her four fingers decisively picked up one of the teas, and a smile bloomed at the corner of her mouth: "Father, use tea." ”

Shen Song instinctively stretched out his right hand to take the cup from Zhao Jianning's hand, and the word "good" choked in his throat as the tea entered the mouth.

The next moment......

"Poof!" The tea quickly sprayed out from Shen Song's mouth, dispersing into a fine mist in the morning sun, blurry and fluttering. In the end, Shen Shenlu couldn't dodge and fell all over him.

"Husband, what's the matter?!" The sudden scene shocked everyone, Yang Ji hurriedly got up and handed over the handkerchief, her face frightened.

Shen Song only felt a hot pain on the tip of his tongue, and it took a long time to ease up, and his face was pale. Ignoring the others, he threw the cup in his hand on the lacquer plate, and in a fit of rage, he slapped the servant girl with his backhand: "How do you do things with such hot tea?" Drag it out! Beat to death with sticks. ”

With a crisp slap, the servant fell to the ground, blood oozing from the corners of her mouth, and a wide slap print covering almost half of her face. The two cups had long since disappeared, and the smooth floor was mottled with water and shining with golden light.

Shen Shenlu, who had already stood up, listened to Shen Song's words, and his surprise had just disappeared, and a trace of suspicion suddenly appeared in his eyes, forcing him to glance sideways at Zhao Jianning with suspicion.

The maid turned around prostrately, her face was full of tears, and she knelt in front of Shen Song and begged bitterly: "Please also ask the master of the family to be gracious, the slave and maid will never dare to be gracious in the future, the master of the house, be gracious ......"

"Father, it is the fault of his daughter-in-law, who is born with a dull sense of touch, to make such a mistake." Zhao Jianning pretended to be frightened and put all the blame on the congenital deficiency, which is really difficult to refute. She snorted coldly in her heart, the kind mask was torn so quickly, but it was very similar to her stepfather. No, it should be said that all men are the same.

Seeing that Zhao Jianning was still kneeling, Yang Ji glanced at her husband's angry face, forced out a little smile, and took a step forward to personally pick up Zhao Jianning: "How can I blame you, be good, get up quickly." ”

Everyone's breath quickly froze due to Shen Song's rage, and the muffled sound of their foreheads hitting the floor one after another, penetrated everyone's cochlea in the condensed atmosphere, prompting them to fall on the end of the slanting sun, looking at the maid with different expressions. With Shen Song's order just now, the two slaves guarding the door also entered.

"Master, Kai En, the slave doesn't want to die, woo woo......" The maid was already trembling with fear, but now seeing that the slave had stopped beside her, her emotions were almost out of control, and she couldn't cry a little. The bright red blood stains on her forehead snaked down her frowning brow, intertwined with the tears that burst the embankment, and mixed with the scattered strands of hair on her forehead and blurred half of her face.

Everyone looked at it coldly, such a scene, Zhao Jianning had not experienced before. But for a moment, she seemed to see the shadow of her stepmother when she was dying from the maidservant, and her heart couldn't help but ache, as if it was more painful than the burn on her fingertips.

Seeing the two slaves standing there slowly, Shen Song's face sank again, but the numbness of his tongue made the words of reprimand vague: "What are you two still going to do?!" Drag it out! Kill! ”

"Father, the second brother has just gotten married, and there is a lot of trouble in the house at this time, which is always inappropriate." A clear voice sounded in the crowd, breaking the strange atmosphere and relieving everyone present. This is Shen Shenlu's half-brother - Shen Shenling. There was a woman who was pregnant with Liujia standing beside him, and when he said this, an ugly look suddenly flashed on his face, and she was hidden by her in an instant, and only slightly raised his eyes to glance at his husband.

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