Jiao Niang sat alone in the courtyard, twisted a small and delicate snack from the plate with her index finger, and put it in her mouth.

After eating the snack, Jiao Niang did not practice swords as before, but sat on the stone bench and stroked the cat.

In addition to growing up a lot, the cat is still a soft one, and likes to stick to the girl.

When Jiao Niang was practicing, she walked slowly to the side of the open space to take a nap.

Jiao Niang was tired, and when she was resting, she staggered towards Jiao Niang.

The paper kite was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and the lady put down the cat and called the paper kite.

The paper kite cleaned her hands, answered, and walked out of the kitchen.

"Master, what do you command?"

"Come with me and get that piano out."

"Yes."

The paper kite followed Jiao Niang and walked into the room, and the two of them carried the piano out of the house.

Put it in the yard, and Jiao Niang let the paper kite leave.

Jiao Niang played the strings lightly, and the piano made a crisp tone, and Jiao Niang stood there, playing casually, without any rhythm, but without violating the harmony.

The paper kite happened to come out with the food, and when she heard the melodious and tactful sound of the piano, she put the food on the table and reached out and clapped her hands.

"Master, this piano sound is really beautiful!"

The lady glanced at her and lowered her eyes to the strings.

"Really?"

Paper Kite nodded hurriedly.

The lady laughed.

Others only feel melodious and tactful when they listen to this song, and it is extremely beautiful, and only those who play the piano know how sad this song is.

At night, the stars hang in the night sky.

The paper kite glanced at the guqin, and then looked at the girl.

"Master, it's late at night, do you want to put this piano in?"

Jiao Niang shook her head.

"No need, this piano will be placed in the yard from now on."

"I don't have to move back and forth, but I just find you some more chores."

Paper Kite shook her head.

"Don't get in the way, this is what the paper kite should do."

Early the next morning.

Jiao Niang got out of bed in her underwear, and the paper kite served her to freshen up, and as usual, the paper kite took a simple plain dress.

Jiao Niang glanced at the green clothes in the paper kite's hand.

"Change this one, go get my Luo skirt."

"Master, you're not practicing today?"

Jiao Niang shook her head.

"Let's put it aside for now."

After changing her dress, Jiao Niang asked the paper kite to apply some rouge on her face.

When the paper kite wanted to cross her head for her, the girl made a sound.

"Alright, you go down first."

The paper kite replied in a low voice, burying its head and withdrawing.

Jiao Niang's long black hair is like a spring sliding between the snow-white fingers, a coiled bun, the jade hairpin is loose and loose, and then a branch of gold is inserted, the long beads tremble and hang down, swaying between the temples, the eyebrows are not described, the skin is white and greasy like fat without applying powder, and the lips are pursed, and the beauty is like a red fruit.

The coral chain and the red jade bracelet are compared on the wrist, and finally the crimson bead chain is worn on the wrist, white as snow, red as fire, terrifying and bright, pure white Luo skirt is on, and the light purple ribbon is tied around the waist, which suddenly shows the figure of Na, and all kinds of styles are lived.

Jiao Niang smiled at the corner of her mouth and looked at herself in the mirror.

This is what the old lady looked like.

When the paper kite came in with breakfast, she saw such a picture of a beauty.

"The master should really wear more beautiful clothes on weekdays, and if the old cyan dress is removed, the master's appearance will be more gorgeous!"

The lady laughed.

"It's sweet in your mouth."

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After breakfast, the paper kite packed up the dishes and chopsticks and went to the market.

Jiao Niang sat beside the guqin in the courtyard, stroked the strings, and then got up and danced in the open space of the courtyard.

The man who danced had red lips and white teeth, and his body was swaying. It's just that the sad look on his face can't help but make people's hearts tighten.

"Girl." A crisp female voice came.

Jiao Niang stopped dancing, smiling, looking at the courtyard door.

"Changqing."