"Look, ma'am, it's a good day."

In the Pujia courtyard, there are golden silk wooden benches are placed under the front porch of the courtyard, the afternoon sunlight goes down along the eaves of the corridor, the Dali jade steps and the green onion under the plaque intersect, the agarwood is burned at the corner, and the skirt of the dress is smoked.

The birds chirp softly, the warbler folds the fan to disturb the breeze, and the midsummer does not leave a thin sweat on the forehead of the female Jiao'e who leans on the wooden chair, the breeze is sassy, the thrush is like a shadow, and it is picturesque.

"I've been in the pavilion every day for a month, and if I don't come out to bask in the sun, people are lazy." The bottom of Shen Zhihe's throat is like a clear spring hitting a goose egg, and the jade is not as graceful as her.

"Madame is recovering so well, and the old ginseng that the old lady sends every day also has a share, and the stewed ones are all nourishing medicinal food."

Ying'er obediently, thought about it, and added:

"It's just that every time that the young master pinched the young master's point and sent it forward, the slave and maid looked annoyed."

"It's just that the old lady's thoughts are too obvious." Shen Zhihe raised his eyes and twisted the breeze to make poetry bones, "It annoyed her son." ”

Ying'er served a cup of tea, it is a good spring, the entrance is dry, and the aftertaste is not sweet, but it has a different flavor.

She frowned suddenly: "Speaking of the maid, the Li family and the Ji family had some disputes last night. ”

Shen Zhihe only took a small sip, she was not used to drinking a pint of spring, she loved sweetness every day, she put down the teacup and wiped her lips with a handkerchief: "Why?" ”

"The ornaments that Madame appreciated yesterday were originally two copies, but the Ji family took advantage of Li's unpreparedness and inadvertently smashed her pretend."

Ying'er laughed lightly, coughed twice, and replied with a smile: "As a result, the Li family didn't endure it this time, and the two fought directly." ”

Shen Zhihe's slender jade-like fingertips painted a good pearl and jade on the side of her temples, her eyes flickered, and her voice was crisp: "In two days, summon the Li family to the front yard to serve." ”

Ying'er Nuonuo responded: "The slave understands." ”

Shen Zhihe got up with the edge of the golden silk wooden chair, hung his arms in front of his waist, did not bend the jade spine, Ying'er followed her closely, and Shen Zhihe took small steps in Handan to enjoy today's new flowers.

She pinched the flower branches, and the fragrance entered her nose: "Today's lilies are blooming so well." ”

"It was transplanted from the suburbs by the young master." Ying'er looked at the people's eyebrows, and her speech was lighter.

It's just that Shen Zhihe stroked the petals and pinched off the flower bones, and Jin Bo shone her gracefully: "Yes, but the lily flower is very easy to wither." ”

Ying'er was dumb, opened her mouth to say something, and caught the red round body, and hurriedly pulled the beautiful girl in front of her to dodge: "Madame, be careful!" ”

Shen Zhihe was stunned, and was dragged unsteadily by Ying'er, Yuntou Jinshoe stepped on the skirt, twisted his ankle, and almost fell to the ground.

She finally stabilized her mind, and then looked over, only to see a juju lying quietly on the ground full of red ribbons.

Ying'er stepped forward to pick up the juju, looked at the panicked little guy next to the courtyard, and was indignant: "Who threw this over?" ”

The little guy was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and at this time he knelt on the ground with a thud and said to Shen Zhihe: "Young lady Mingjian, it wasn't a slave, it was flown over from the Guanfu next door!" ”

Sekifu?

Shen Zhihe kicked a pebble on the side of the foot, and the stone turned around, and kicked it in front of the little guy in a daze, and her eyes flowed:

"Then you can go and see which young lady in the Guan Mansion lost the Keju."

The little guy hurriedly answered, got up with trembling hands and feet, and ran out of the courtyard with a puff of smoke.

Shen Zhihe wiped away the thin sweat on his forehead, and looked at Ying'er sideways: "Follow me to change clothes." ”

Ying'er whispered softly, holding Shen Zhihe and walking towards the pavilion.

The spring mountain moves, there are white clouds brewing the mountain white, but the backyard of the Guanfu is extremely lively across the wall, a few girls who have not come out of the pavilion surround a circle, a few bows are flying all over the sky, and the sound of frolicking is heavy.

In the center of Guan Shanyue's cheeks have pear vortices shallow, like full of rich wine, a pantsuit, she smiled heartily, today her distant cousin came to visit with her mother, the two have not seen each other for a long time, very happy.

Guan Shanyue kicked the juju up and down, playing with the well wheel, flying and kicking, falling to the back of the shoulder blade for rolling, a top, and then landing on the toes, it is kicking, kicking, kicking......

Hongling, a close attendant not far away, walked quickly and dodged, Guan Shan Yuexing was on her head, and when she got close, she kicked over and shouted: "Hongling, catch!" ”

The juju against the wind struck, and the red ling dodged, and then rolled to the ground.

"Spoiled!"

The sunlight was faint, swallowing mountains and rivers, Guan Shanyue pouted, stopped, and wiped the sweat on his forehead casually.

"Miss," Hongling didn't care about her face, stepped forward, and whispered, "Miss Fang Caibiao kicked Juju over the Meng Mansion and almost hit Mrs. Meng. ”

The sound cavity spread into the eardrum, and Guan Shanyue's eyebrows froze for a moment: "Are you injured?" ”

Hongling shook her head slightly.

Guan Shanyue's heart was half fixed, then Shen Zhihe was seriously injured and recovered, and he was already weak, if he was smashed by Juju again, he would not have to cause a storm.

Her black eyelashes drooped, and a vein of water flowed inside, she turned her head and nodded to her cousin, and then looked at Hongling: "Change my clothes for me, and then go to the treasury to get a few flavors, tonics, and medicines, and visit Mengfu later." ”

Hongling said softly: "The slave knows." ”

The warbler and swallow fly in a row, the twilight is four, the red glow is wrapped in the red glow, the light falls on the embankment, the floating light sweeps the colorful glow, in the hall of the main courtyard of the Meng Mansion, a delicate and a servant stand quietly, so quiet.

"Sister Guan has been waiting for a long time, I'm late."

When the porcelain sound came, Shen Zhihe walked into the dust, stepped into the main hall, and smiled gently.

Guan Shanyue turned around, smiled, and saluted: "Sister Shen is fine." ”

Shen Zhihe walked up to her, took her hand and led her to sit down in front of the square stool, and he sat beside her.

"Sister Shen was injured, and my sister should have come to visit, but Meng ...... The major general ordered you to recuperate, and I will not disturb your leisure. ”

Guan Shanyue opened softly, her eyes were like spring water, and her heart was turning, in the end, she swallowed the word "Brother Meng".

"Sister Guan has a heart."

Shen Zhihe cleared her throat, the sandalwood curled in the hall, and the mist wrapped her thin bones, she gestured with her side eyes, and Ying'er handed over a red silk bow with both hands at the right time:

"Look, sister, but yours?"

Guan Shanyue took it, with a look of remorse on her face: "Sister Shen, this time it was my cousin who was on my head, it was a purely unintentional mistake, I hope my sister will not blame." ”

"Sister Guan is too worried, I can save myself."

Shen Zhihe took a sip of the lamp, looked at her eyebrows, and pulled a smile, his voice was faint.

Hongling took the juju away, Guan Shanyue tightened his loose shirt, and his eyes drooped: "It's this hour, and the young general hasn't returned to the house yet?" ”

"He's been busy with official business these days, so he must have something important going on recently." Shen Zhihe was silent through the fog under his eyes.

Guan Shanyue looked sideways, the birds outside were tired and frightened, the twilight was about to rest, and the eyes were glazed tiles.

She retracted her gaze, revealing a bony wrist, chatting with the red rope on her wrist, and suddenly the conversation turned and lowered her voice:

"Sister Shen, do you know that this time Yun Huan may really become the fourth princess?"