The Lu family has been paying little attention to the east and west gardens recently, and Aunt Hua has also reprimanded her.

But Brother Qing and Mama Gu have never indulged them, and the food is still picky and searching, two dishes and a half meat, one dish of vegan, no one dares to say a word.

The aunts and concubines all cowered in the room, not daring to say more or ask more.

Zheng Yangyang still served in front of the Lu family many times, Zheng Lingyi couldn't help but worry about her, and the tiger skin, will it end well?

Zheng Rong'an and Wu Rouxiang's marriage is settled, and Zheng Lingyi breathed a sigh of relief for Lu Mobai.

Lu Mobai also sent someone to bring her a letter, and when it was handed to Zheng Lingyi, the envelope had already been broken, and it must have been opened by someone who asked An Heju.

Lu didn't even want to pretend, and she didn't have to.

Lu Mobai is a smart girl, and she only wrote some elegant things about flowers and plants in the letter, but she didn't mention half of it.

Watching the autumn rain fall from under the eaves, her long eyelashes obediently hidden, and the cool air lingered on her forehead like silk.

At this time, Anheju used charcoal, right?

Zheng Lingyi covered the window sash, the last wisp of cool air stuck to her tender neck, and there was a faint pain in her lower abdomen, she subconsciously covered it with a warm palm, and the faint pain was slightly relieved.

She turned her head to look at Zheng Changchang, who was concentrating on embroidering in front of the embroidery frame, and said, "It's dark today, so let's light the lamp." If the eyes are damaged, the decoction is more expensive. ”

Zheng Changchang has always been obedient, so she got up and found a fire fold and came out, lit an oil lamp and put it in the water bowl.

Inside, it's a little brighter.

Zheng Changchang embroidered a pair of autumn hibiscus, the beauty of flowers, in the form of God. It relies on the kung fu on the needle, but what is unspeakable is a bit of aura in the inner show.

Zheng Lingyi lay on the soft collapse and watched Zheng Changchang fly out with a needle, only to feel dazzled, or simply read a book.

Zheng Changchang saw Zheng Lingyi curl himself up into a cotton bag again, and said with a smile: "Sister, aren't you tired of reading all day long?" ”

Zheng Lingyi's whole face was behind the heavy book, and when he heard this, he tilted his head to reveal a pair of delicate eyes, and said, "You embroider all day, aren't you tired?" ”

The two sisters laughed in unison, the corners of their mouths curled in a striking similarity.

The things in the blood can never be hidden, and a sudden line and a look will be exposed.

Zheng Lingyi thinks of his little brother who was raised in the county lord's house from time to time, and there has been no news for two months.

There is no news, which is probably good news.

Aunt Ai's youngest daughter is called Zheng Susu, this name Zheng Lingyi thinks is very good, which reminds people of the fullest and most yellow ears of wheat in autumn.

It's a pity that Zheng Susu's body is not very good. Recently, the autumn has been cool, and he is even weaker, and even his crying is weak.

Qiaoxiu overheard Yin Niang's gossip, saying that Zheng Susu and Zheng Rongshang were a problem and needed to be carefully raised.

The sister-in-law can be pampered, but what about the concubine?

Since it is the same disease, it is also convenient to raise, and it can be slightly modified with Zheng Rongshang's old prescription.

But Zheng Rongshang's recipe was filled with so many fine and expensive medicinal materials, how could the Lu family spend this money on Zheng Susu?

It would be good for her to let the doctor prescribe a prescription for Zheng Susu. And it would be good if this recipe could have half the medicinal power of Zheng Rongshang's prescription.

Zheng Lingyi felt that Zheng Susu was very pitiful, and as soon as this thought came out, she felt ridiculous.

What kind of thing is she, what kind of situation is she qualified to feel pitiful for others?

The autumn hibiscus in Zheng Changchang's hand was embroidered by the Lu family for the birthday of Concubine De's mother, and it was about to be handed over in half a month.

If Aunt Jiang is allowed to embroider alone, I am afraid that the whole person will be wasted. Fortunately, there is also Zheng Changchang who can help.

This embroidery was handed in, and I don't know whose name it was. Zheng Lingyi speculated that it would be Zheng Yanxian, and the gift she gave last year was the Baishou picture embroidered by Qiao Luo and Aunt Jiang.

There are embroidery girls in Zheng Guogong's mansion, but the craftsmanship of the embroidery is too exquisite and ingenious, so people can come out at a glance, so they let the aunts or concubines do it.

Zheng Lingyi helped to sort out the silk thread, winding the silk thread, and threading the needle, which saved Zheng Changchang some effort.

Although Zheng Changchang likes embroidery, she does embroidery as she wants, and there are still people on her head, which is somewhat different.

"We're pretty good, I heard that the ninth sister is going to hand-embroider a scroll of scriptures for the third sister."

It is difficult to embroider words, and the method of rubbing is afraid that it will fall behind, and if you embroider out of thin air, you must have good embroidery and good calligraphy skills.

This full courtyard is full of people, only Zheng Yangyang can do it alone.

The tip of the needle pierced the white silk and smeared a crimson mark. Zheng Changchang stroked the petal and carefully pondered the color of the petal.

She inserted the needle with the silk thread attached to it into the needle box next to her, and pulled out another needle.

The silk thread on this needle is also pink, but it is slightly lighter than the silk thread just now, and the thick and faint colors ripple on the silk cloth, which gives rise to the beauty of hibiscus in the rain.

Zheng Changchang raised her head to look at Zheng Lingyi, a little puzzled, and a little stunned: "Sister, the third sister has always treated us very well, why did she acquiesce to the ninth sister embroidering scriptures for her?" ”

Zheng Lingyi's eyes fell on the book, full of great truths, and he felt bored after reading too much.

After she was silent for a moment, she said lightly: "The third sister feels that brothers and sisters should respect and love each other, and I feel that the Lu family, as the head of the house, should protect the peace of the back house, rather than deliberately making waves." ”

Zheng Changchang nodded again and again, expressing deep agreement.

However, Zheng Lingyi's voice changed, and he said: "But in the same way, as a concubine, she is born with arrogance in her bones. The concubine is still very distinct to her. We are sisters with her, but we are sisters who are inferior to her, and we can be protected by her and called by her. In addition, the ninth sister has been driven by the Lu family for many years, and the third sister is also used to it, so she didn't think about it so much. ”

Zheng Changchang pursed her lips and didn't speak, her pupils were slightly dark, like a candle flame extinguished by the wind, she didn't speak again, and leaned down to embroider, her back curved softly, like a soft flower branch.

After a moment of silence in the room, Zheng Lingyi looked at a few words again, and suddenly heard Zheng Changchang say: "I guess the third sister won't do it at all, and when the ninth sister embroiders eight or nine is not far from ten, she will also take it and embroider a few words." This will probably make you feel more at ease. ”

"You honest man, when did you learn to be sarcastic?"

Zheng Lingyi smiled dumbly, and his smile gradually converged, leaving a hint of mockery.

Although this is the case, in the mansion of the Guogong Mansion, Zheng Yanru is still the simplest person.

She is not an evil person, nor a great good person, but a layman.

A few words about things that can't be seen can't help much.

But the laziness that should be stolen is also to steal, as for Zheng Yangyang staying up late to embroider and embroidering until her eyes are sore, she didn't see it in person, so it didn't happen.

Zheng Lingyi lowered his eyes to read a book, and a sticky feeling suddenly gushed out inexplicably from his lower body.

Lu Nong and Aunt Jiang have both vaguely mentioned that she is old and may be about to live a small life.

There was a slight dull pain in the lower abdomen, and Zheng Lingyi suddenly had a feeling of sudden realization, it turned out that the aunt felt like this on the days of the month.

She came down from the soft collapse and saw that the mat was clean, and the blood had not yet oozing.

She tucked the book under the cabinet and untied her clothes neatly.

"Sister, there's blood behind you! Where did it hurt? Her actions naturally provoked Zheng Changchang's idea, she looked up, and saw a thumb-sized blood stain on Zheng Lingyi's lotus-colored dress, so she naturally asked in a hurry.

I saw her sister with a calm face and a calm tone: "I'm here for a small day." ”

Zheng Changchang was infected by her calm appearance, and said in a daze: "Oh, I'll go cook brown sugar ginger soup for my sister." ”

Although brown sugar ginger powder is not expensive, it also costs some money to buy it, so it is all in Aunt Jiang's room.

Zheng Changchang opened the cabinet door, took out the clay pot, and put two spoonfuls of brown sugar and a spoonful of ginger powder in the bowl.

The coarse powder of red, red, yellow and yellow formed a small dirt slope in the brown bowl.

Zheng Changchang suddenly remembered that a few days ago, she seemed to hear Aunt Jiang say that this ginger powder is old ginger, and it is spicy enough.

So, she put another spoonful of brown sugar.

The tea in this room was not hot enough, so Zheng Changchang went to the water room with a bowl in her hand.

Zheng Lingyi found out the menstrual belt that Aunt Jiang had prepared from the cabinet and was ready to change it, when she heard a soft sound on the outer door, she called Zheng Changchang and did not answer, knowing that her sister was going to cook brown sugar water for herself, she didn't think much about it.

When she changed out of her soiled clothes and tidied herself, there was another noise outside.

"Changchang?" Zheng Lingyi said subconsciously.

"Sister, it's me." A green voice came from outside the door.

She pushed the door in, saw Zheng Lingyi inexplicably changed her clothes during the day, and was about to ask, when she heard Zheng Lingyi say, "I'm coming to menstruation." ”

Lu Nong's eyes bent, and he hurriedly blessed and said, "Congratulations to my sister, I have grown up today." ”

She packed up her dress and was about to take it to wash, when she saw Zheng Lingyi frowning slightly, as if she was worried.

"Sister, isn't it uncomfortable? The slave and maid will fill you with a soup woman. "Green Road.

Zheng Lingyi asked a little worriedly: "Lu Nong, Chang Chang went to cook brown sugar water for me, and there was also a stick of incense, why haven't you come back yet?" ”

The West Garden is as small as a birdcage, and you can see it at a glance.

The water room is diagonally diagonal, and it takes a few steps to get there.

Seeing that Zheng Lingyi was worried, Lu Nong said, "The slave maid is also going to the water room, take a look." ”

As soon as Lu Nong went out, he saw Zheng Changchang with her head down and coming back with a hot bowl of brown sugar water in one hand.

"Sister, you're back, and your sister is still worried." Lu Nong is much taller than Zheng Changchang, and he can only see the top of this girl's hair, but he can't see the look on her face.

Seeing that she was back, Lu Nong was relieved, and packed up a few dirty clothes to wash together.

Zheng Changchang stood outside the door of the inner room with brown sugar water, took a deep breath, and held back the tears in her eyes.

"Changchang?" Hearing Zheng Lingyi's call, Zheng Changchang pushed the door in.

She lowered her eyes and served the brown sugar water to Zheng Lingyi, but her deliberate evasive posture and dodging look could not deceive Zheng Lingyi.

"Changchang? What happened to you? Zheng Lingyi leaned on the soft collapse and asked weakly but sensitively.

Zheng Changchang looked at Zheng Lingyi, her red eyes were full of grievances, and the tears that she had been holding back suddenly fell.