It is said: If you don't frown in your life, there should be no toothless people in the world.

Xiao Yan stepped briskly on the wooden ladder and went upstairs, the eldest sister was making shoes under the lamp, and looked up at him when she heard the sound, and asked with a smile: "Did you succeed?" ”

Xiao Yun dragged a chair, the back of the chair against the edge of the table, lifted the hem of the robe and threw it up, then raised his legs and straddled the chair, handed her the paper in his sleeve, and ate the puff pastry broad beans on the plate: "Wang Dacheng's confession." ”

Xiao Yuan opened the paper and read it, and sneered: "Fish thief, how could he admit this crime if you think of it?" ”

"People are always afraid of death, and people like him are even more afraid of life and death." Xiao Yun looked contemptuous: "With this confession, no matter how much he covets the beauty of his eldest sister, he won't dare to mess around again." ”

"That's for the best." Xiao Yuan folded the paper and put it away, and the two talked again, and I won't mention it here.

Sure enough, since then, Wang Dacheng has never been here, Jiang Po doesn't know where to go, first someone mentioned it, and then no one paid attention, the days went by as usual, and the weather became colder and colder.

Let's say that early this morning, Xiao Yuan dressed up Zhou Zheng, entrusted Sister Rong to Uncle Zhao, went out to recruit a sedan chair, and sat down to the Guanwang Temple in the southwest of Xiajiaotou, and saw that the temple was deserted, so she went in and lit incense and kowtowed three heads to pray for good luck.

Out of the temple, there is no street to walk more than ten steps is Baofu Lane, no need for her to find, the mansion in front of the door is full of people.

Xiao Yuan approached to listen to them, and they were all with great skills, and in the end, she was a little ashamed of herself.

Suddenly, I heard a gong, and someone said loudly: "The old man will go back to the house!" Hearing the loud noise again, Xiao Yuan looked at the sound, and the main gate of Vermilion was wide open, and more than a dozen maids in brocade clothes came out to disperse them to both sides of the east and west side doors, leaving a wide road in the center of the ground.

Not long after, a green eaves and black curtain of four people carry the sedan chair from far and near, the sedan curtain hangs low and closes, and the surrounding guards march forward with knives, their eyes do not squint, and their expressions are solemn.

Crunching and creaking into the main entrance, the servant hurriedly closed again.

After another half a moment, the door of the west corner was opened to let them in, and they came to a wide courtyard where a dignified woman led seven or eight maids to wait, all of whom were not smiling.

Xiao Yuan and several others stood in several rows according to the instructions, and stood with their breath in their breath.

The woman waited a few days and began to choose, not to be short, not to be fat, not to be ugly, not to be old or young, not to be frivolous and dissolute, not to be nervous and frightened, not to have thick finger bones...... After such a screening, there are only about a dozen left. Xiao Yuan sighed secretly, is this picking a beauty, or picking an embroiderer.

She followed the woman and others along the bluestone slab road to the house, entered the hanging flower door, turned the screen, is three halls, has been neatly shelved embroidery shed, stretch stool, hand rest, scissors, embroidery needle, stretch thread and all kinds of embroidery thread, etc., everything, very complete. The woman told them to sit down, and they lit benzoin in the brass furnace, and made an embroidery for the hour of a pillar of incense.

A group of people know that the time is tight, hurriedly adjust the embroidery shed, thread the needle, think a little about it, are used to embroidering on weekdays, flowers, birds, trees, birds, landscapes, pavilions and pavilions come to come, not long, the sharp embroidery, red peony flowers on the number of petals.

Xiao Kite sat in the first place, she was not busy, slowly wearing a stretch, she hadn't decided what to embroider, a dozen people only took three or four, if the embroidery was similar and not novel and chic, the victory was not big.

The woman stood right in front of her, the incense sticks drooping down the ashes, and she frowned slightly as she looked at the empty embroidery shed.

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