Because of Aunt Wan's basket of cakes, Zheng Lingyi and Zheng Changchang have eaten very happily for the past two days.

The dried plum vegetables are dried by the Wan family themselves, the meat filling is full, and they are not afraid of the cold, take an iron tong and hold it, and roast it on the brazier for a while, it is still fragrant, and it makes people salivate.

The cloak that Aunt Ai gave earlier was a favor, and Aunt Jiang saw that the rain had stopped, so she used oiled paper to distinguish and wrap four cakes.

I wanted to ask Qiao Luo to send it to Aunt Ai and her granddaughter Shi, but Zheng Lingyi said that she wanted to ask her granddaughter Shi a few words, and just send it by the way.

"I burned so much paper yesterday, and I have to ask for clarification today, so don't waste any more paper." Aunt Jiang gave a few words, stuffed the cake into her cloth pocket and let her out.

None of the concubines in this mansion went to private school, but the three concubines of Yihuan Pavilion followed Zheng Rongan to the school in the Lin Mansion to listen to a few lessons.

In most cases, it is still the first female history teacher surnamed Sun in the house, and the Lu family attaches great importance to the history of her granddaughter, and has specially built a small bamboo house in Xiyuan for her to live alone.

In the past, Zheng Yanhui was very diligent, and went to seek advice twice in three days, but since she got married, the small bamboo house has become much deserted.

Zheng Lingyi thought that when the three concubines were married, it would be time for the granddaughter Shi to change the family.

In the spring of last year, when the Lu family returned to her parents' house with a few children, Zheng Lingyi went to Xiqing Garden to relax, and happened to go to see her granddaughter Shi drying books in front of the bamboo building.

Zheng Lingyi looked at the books all over the ground and was envious, but he didn't dare to come forward to talk, or his granddaughter Shi saw that she was cute and shy, so she took the initiative to invite her into the house, and asked her if she could read and write.

Zheng Lingyi was already able to write some commonly used words at that time, but he would always hide it in front of outsiders, so he said that he could only write his name.

The word Lingyi fell on the paper, and the granddaughter Shi saw the traces of deliberate clumsiness.

She has also lived in this mansion for a few years, and her mind is smart and sharp, how could she not see that behind the Lu family's temperament looking at Wen Dun, there is a suppression and contempt for the concubine?

The granddaughter Shi didn't break it, but just gave Zheng Lingyi two copybooks, saying that she wanted her to practice calligraphy well.

If you don't understand something, you can also come and ask for advice.

When Aunt Jiang learned about this, she was both happy and afraid, she was happy that Zheng Lingyi had found a good teacher, but she was also afraid that her granddaughter Shi would leak the matter to the Lu family.

She thought about it again and again, and went to find her granddaughter Shi once, but she didn't know what the two talked about, but Aunt Jiang was happy when she came back, saying that Zheng Lingyi could ask her granddaughter Shi if she didn't understand anything in the future, but she should be more hidden.

Zheng Ling wanted to be in his granddaughter Shi Na Duolai for a while, so he first gave Aunt Ai a cake, but when she folded it back, she was hit by a few scattered raindrops.

The rain was very large, indicating a very fast and violent rain.

Zheng Lingyi seemed to be forced into the pavilion of this Dongqing Garden by the rain, and watched the rain curtain sway down.

When it rains, there is no one in the garden.

Zheng Lingyi took out a small porcelain box from the embroidery bag she carried with her very relieved, she opened the porcelain box and sniffed it, hooking the corners of her mouth.

This is pine paste, but it does not have the smell of pine paste, but exudes a faint aroma, which is the same as the orchid fragrance that Lu's is used to.

In the rain curtain, the small firewood house in Dongqing Garden gradually became clear.

The firewood and charcoal fire used by Anheju are stored in the side pavilion of Anheju, but many can not be saved, and the rest are stored in this small firewood room, in order to avoid moisture, so the firewood house is higher, and go up according to the small steps.

There was no one around, Zheng Lingyi stepped lightly on a fast bluestone slab, and ran up to the small firewood house like a little bird.

This small firewood room is locked, but it is only a very simple small lock, which is the same as the lock used in the east and west gardens.

This kind of lock can be opened with a hairpin, and the big guys know that over time, the aunts are too lazy to lock the door when they go out.

With a 'pop', the lock popped out and fell into Zheng Lingyi's palm.

Without hesitation, she pushed open the door, and as soon as she entered, she felt a softness under her feet, and when she looked down, she saw a tattered garment stained with blood.

Zheng Lingyi frowned slightly, thinking of the Wu family brother who was used as a sandbag by Zheng Rongli.

But now is not the time to worry about others, Zheng Lingyi stepped over, looked at the basket of charcoal, and saw a solid gray charcoal stacked on the wall, so he walked over quickly.

Nowadays, in this weather, charcoal is gradually becoming less used.

But every time the rain passes, Anheju always wants charcoal to dispel dampness.

This kind of charcoal is called smoked charcoal.

There is no fire and less smoke in the charcoal, only the warm air of incense.

This kind of charcoal is used to dispel dampness, and this kind of charcoal is also used for smoking clothes, so this charcoal is soaked in orchid incense, and then dried before use.

When he got up in the morning to ask Lu Shi for peace, An and Curie always lit this kind of orchid incense, and Zheng Lingyi couldn't be more familiar with it.

In the autumn of last year, I heard Aunt Guo praising the smell of this orchid fragrance.

Zheng Yanxian was very proud at that time, so she said: "You can't afford this kind of thing, it's made of cold magnolia flowers and cardamom, and then melted into beeswax." ”

No matter how expensive it is, Aunt Wan only uses ordinary orchids and red bean sprouts to match eight or nine.

Aunt Wan just played with it, and she didn't dare to use it, so she let Qiaoxiu bury it.

A few days ago, Zheng Lingyi secretly went to dig, but the incense box was still there.

And after being buried in the soil for a few months, the taste is even more like the real orchid incense.

Zheng Lingyi used this box of spices to soak the pine paste to mask its smell.

This pine paste has been hidden by her in the close-fitting embroidery bag, the original amber paste has been half-melted, Zheng Lingyi poured this pine paste oil into the outermost basket of charcoal, the charcoal color is blue and black, even if it is stained with ointment, you can't see anything.

"What are you doing?"

This voice made Zheng Lingyi tremble suddenly, his heart was blocked in his throat, and he couldn't breathe.

Cold sweat was pouring down her back, and her legs were very weak, but fortunately she could distinguish the voice, otherwise, she would have been scared to death.

Zheng Lingyi stroked his chest and turned around, and sure enough, he saw Wu Zhi standing at the door, with a calm expression, as if this was not a firewood room, but his own room.

Zheng Lingyi didn't see this person's face clearly until this time, his eyebrows were thick and arrogant like a slightly flying 'horizontal' under the pen of a famous calligrapher, a pair of eyes were deep and gloomy, which made people look a little scared, but his jaw was very delicate, I don't know if it was like his biological mother.

His face was marked with new and old wounds, blue and red, and he looked a little inexplicably demonic.

Still, she was better looking than any teenager she had ever seen.

Wu Zhi's eyes fell on the basket of charcoal at Zheng Lingyi's feet, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Well, the rain has not stopped in the past few days, and there are many people in the dojo who are damp, and the charcoal is indeed running out. At this time, it is best to do hands and feet. ”

His voice was not high, but it could drown out the sound of rain outside the door, and it came straight into Zheng Lingyi's ears.

Zheng Lingyi subconsciously put on an ignorant and innocent look, and then thought about it, this person is so smart, he can see through his mind at a glance, and his own temperament has been undoubtedly exposed in front of this person, even if he pretends to be well-behaved, it is useless.

Zheng Lingyi said with a straight face: "I can be regarded as helping you, you haven't seen me today, can you?" ”

Wu Zhi bent down, grabbed the tattered clothes full of blood in his hand tightly, and said to Zheng Lingyi crisply: "Okay." ”

"You're here to pick up this dress?" Zheng Lingyi asked with some curiosity, "Did your aunt make it for you?" ”

"It's really rare for someone with such a curious temperament of yours to grow so big under the hands of a matriarch with such a heart as the Duchess of China." Wu Zhi said lightly.

Zheng Lingyi puffed out his cheeks, and said a little unconvinced: "I'm not like this in front of others." ”

Wu Zhi looked at her thoughtfully, lowered his eyes to hide the gloomy color, and said, "Then you are smarter than me." ”

His eyelashes were as thick as his eyebrows, like a window that could keep his secrets firmly.

"I heard that you went to the outer courtyard, why did you come into the inner courtyard? If you sneak in, you have to go quickly. Although there are people coming and going in the inner courtyard these days, you are a man, and you will eventually be nod. ”

Zheng Lingyi had already shown his face in front of Wu Zhi, so he simply bent down again to check whether the pine paste had been moistened into the charcoal.

Wu Zhi's eyes were very sharp, and at a glance, he could see that Zheng Lingyi's sideburns were more snow-white after being stained by rain, so painstakingly concealing his appearance, it could be seen that life was difficult, and he couldn't help but say: "I am still in the mire, and I am worried about others." ”

Zheng Lingyi frowned and said, "Then I won't talk to you." Get out, I'm going to lock the door. ”

Wu Zhi obediently withdrew from the firewood room, Zheng Lingyi quickly locked the lock, and suddenly heard a 'grunt', as if it came from Wu Zhi's body.

Wu Zhu hasn't seen him for the past few days, and it seems to be a little taller than before, and he thinks it's time to grow his body.

Zheng Lingyi remembered Aunt Wan's gossip and talked about her brother's appearance.

It's like there's a bottomless pit in my stomach, and I can even cook it on the bench when I'm hungry.

Wu Zhi didn't feel any embarrassment, he would naturally scream when he was hungry, but Zheng Lingyi was a little more cramped than him.

"Nu."

Wu Zhi lowered his eyes and took a look, only to see Zheng Lingyi handing over an oiled paper bag, and there were two oil spots of different sizes on the oily paper, which must be eating.

"It's hush money." Zheng Lingyi stuffed the oil paper bag into Wu Xuan's hand, turned around and ran into the rain curtain.

Wu Zhi watched the girl's figure become more and more blurred, took out the cake from the oiled paper bag, and took a hard bite.

Although he has been living in the outer courtyard these days, he can also touch some of Lu's temperament.

The Lu family didn't take Wu punishment to heart, and just blindly followed Zheng Rongli's meaning.

Wu Zhi's mother-in-law, Qiao and Lu, have always been warm, and said that the fourth brother went to the Guogong Mansion to live as a guest, and the two of them tacitly knew about their own affairs.

Lu's three sons, Zheng Rong'an is a hypocrite and mediocre, Zheng Rongli is bad and arrogant, Zheng Rongshang is frail and sickly, and none of them can become successful.

This Zheng Guogong Mansion is now only supported by Zheng Guogong himself, and if he survives for a few more years, he is afraid that it will be the twilight of the sunset.

Wu Zhi laughed coldly, why wasn't the Wu Mansion like this?

Wu Yongjun and Wu Yongan's temperament is the same as Qiao's, they are all vicious straw bales, they don't go to the battlefield to make contributions, they don't go to the imperial examination to seek a career, and they only look forward to being protected by the family all day long.

Wu Zhi climbed over the wall of Xiqing Garden and arrived at the sandwich road between the inner and outer courtyards.

He turned to look at the wall and said to himself, 'This wall is neither high nor low, but it traps some people. ’