It was night, the curtain was windy, and the window could not hide the whimpering roar, and the summer day was always moody.

Suddenly, a white blade slashed obliquely from the skylight, and the dust swept away, but the subsequent thunder roar was not heard for a long time.

The situation here is also playing these tricks to bluff people.

The wind entered along the narrow pane and shook the dim candle, Ning Zhi sat on the edge of the collapse, carefully folded the bamboo-patterned blue quilt in her hand, her eyes were dull and flat, and she couldn't set off a trace of waves.

Squeak –

The heavy wooden door was pushed open from the outside, leading the biting wind inside, Ning Zhi raised his eyes and looked, it was Wang Po, she carried a meal box inside, closed the door, and put the food box on a small case.

The food box fell loudly, and was covered by a thunderclap, and the wind was stronger, and it looked like it was going to rain heavily.

"Mother." Ning Zhi got up, walked to the square case with his eyes in his eyes, and saluted Mrs. Wang.

Wang Po had a calm face, she looked at the small hibiscus on the side of the girl's bun in front of her, and her eyes were as cold as ever.

When Meng Fu was promoted, he left Ning Zhi in the old mansion, and after a few years, it was rare to get along now, but he always felt like he was separated from each other.

"You haven't been to the dining room since luncheon."

After a long time, Wang Po lifted the lid of the meal box with a stiff face, took out a plate of side dishes and rice inside, and put it on top of the wooden table.

Ning Zhi's eyes froze in one place, and he whispered: "My daughter is tired today and has no appetite. ”

The candlelight jumped, and another thunder fell into the sky, illuminating the room inch by inch.

"Is it tiredness, or is it the shame of being rejected in public?" Wang Po glanced at her, sat down on the wooden bench next to the desk, pulled up the hem of her skirt, and opened her mouth coldly.

Her gaze penetrated Ning Zhi's body, only making Ning Zhi feel trembling.

Ning Zhi said hoarsely, the hibiscus on her sideburns withered a little, and her eyes were entangled: "Mother, what do you mean?" ”

"The matter between their mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, you want to be the first bird," Wang Po's eyes only swept away, and the fog was thick and difficult to remove.

The faint candle reflected Ning Zhi only a shadow, she bit her lower lip tightly, her face was pale and helpless, and she was panicked by being seen: "Mother, I ......"

"Do you know why I insisted on leaving you in the old mansion in Luoyang in the first place?" Wang Po raised her eyes and saw her appearance, her heart softened, but her tone became tougher, "Do you think those careful thoughts can hide from me?" ”

Ning Zhi has served the Meng family since he was a child, and when Meng Jialang's son became an adult, he protected his family and guarded the country, and he was clean and heroic, so how could he not fall in love with him.

“…… The daughter knows. Ning Zhi's heart and face were covered with a layer of frost and snow, his teeth almost bit his lips, and Yuan Shan's eyebrows frowned.

"But you still followed the old lady's thoughts." Wang Po blocked her heart in one breath, full of hatred that iron does not become steel.

The anger in the words was in his ears, Ning Zhi's eyes were red, and his voice trembled: "Daughter, daughter is just ......"

"Just what? It's not that you can't see that there is no place for you between the young master and the young lady. ”

Mrs. Wang's words were sonorous, and she saw that her tears were half hanging down, and she finally eased her tone, but she still looked angry:

"Zhi'er, we are maids, we shouldn't be delusional, just swallow it in my stomach."

The eyelashes stained with tears curled slightly, Ning Zhi endured several breaths before pressing down the throbbing pain in her chest, she hesitated for a while, and muttered:

"My daughter knows that the young lady's conduct and appearance are a perfect match for the young master, and she is my model, and my daughter has no other delusions."

It's just that I just want to be able to look at him closely, and do the greedy affection in my heart that can't see the light of day.

Ning Zhi pressed the second half of the sentence to the bottom of his heart, and every word that he didn't dare to spit out was wrapped in the thick greasy of the wind and moon, mixed with a few points of sloppiness.

Wang Po lightly buckled the wooden case, looked at her through the case, looked at the thin shoulders and weak bones of this jasper Jiao'e, and finally got up, walked to Ning Zhi, and helped her half-crooked bun:

"Mother...... I just don't want you to be a sacrifice in the back house, I hope you can understand my hard work. ”

With her calloused fingertips, she lifted Ning Zhi's broken hair scattered on her cheeks, and her eyes were filled with a rare and imperceptible pity.

"My daughter knows." Ning Zhi raised his eyes and smiled.

The tea on the stove has been boiling for a long time, Wang Po turned around, raised her hand and poured back the scoop of water that was originally scooped out, the boiling water gradually stopped boiling, the pot was poured into the tea cup, the boiling water was poured down, and the tea soup was filled with white tea foam.

She skillfully poured a cup of hot tea, put it on the side of the half-cold side dish on the table, and looked at Ning Zhi: "You are also hungry, let's eat, I'll go back first." ”

After saying that, she smoothed her sleeves, her face returned to her usual wavelessness, she glanced at Ning Zhi deeply, turned around and went out, the wooden door made a heavy sound, and returned to calm.

The thunder that rang for an hour finally poured down the heavy rain, hearty, smooth, dripping, and washed away the long-accumulated dust and dirt of the maid's pavilion.

Ning Zhi was stunned, walked slowly to the side of the desk and sat down, picked up the half-used wooden chopstick, and sandwiched the side dishes into the sandalwood, which was a familiar taste.

Smack.

The tears that had been endured for a long time fell into the half-cooled rice, and it flowed past the light crimson mole at the end of Ning Zhi's eyes, and soon melted away.

Ning Zhi stroked the hibiscus on his sideburns, and wiped away the tears on his face, which was scorchingly red.

At today's Mengfu family banquet, when she was serving the food, she inadvertently glanced at the hands of the two people under the case.

was white and flawless, but it made her eyes red in an instant.

The obscure and unspeakable emotions that suddenly surged up in my heart are something called jealousy.

She was extremely disgusted with herself who had that idea at the time.

Ning Zhi stretched out his hand to pick up the tea poured by Fang Cai Wang Po, the hot tea entrance, pressed down the bottom of his heart, the paper window couldn't stand the wind, broke a hole, and the wind entered in an instant, carrying the rain, and suddenly extinguished the only faint candle.

The room was suddenly dark, Ning Zhi hurriedly got up and took a board and touched the black to block the paper hole, and then found the fire stone with his memory, and re-lit the candle.

The room was lit up again, and Ning Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, his fingertips were hot, and it turned out that candle wax was dripping onto his index finger.

Ning Zhi was stunned, and finally exposed his soft interior in the uninhabited small room, and tears kept falling.

She was jealous indeed.

Jealous of Shen Zhihe's background and cultivation, jealous of the luxury she could enjoy with a wave of her hand, jealous of her being so well protected, and jealous of her heartfelt purity and kindness.

Ning Zhi remembered that when he first met in the old mansion in Luoyang, Shen Zhihe had a shocking glimpse.

is the embodiment of perfection.

She was born so gentle but resolute, blocking a fatal sword for her husband.

made Ning Zhi want to spit on herself when she felt jealousy in front of her.

Spit on the self-forming, ashamed, filthy, humble to the dust.

After a long time, the rain outside the window laughed, Ning Zhifang came back to his senses, the water Mei put in the gravel returned to calm, and the emerald Shuang'e relaxed, she got up and cleaned up the collapse that was wet by the rain.

She is not greedy, she just wants to be closer to that Meng Jialang, and it is her luxury to be able to take a look.