In July, the birds are noisy, and when the song is singing, the morning sun hangs high and the pearls shine, the clouds roll high, the blue sky is vast, there is no wind, and the green bricks in the courtyard have been hot.

After the lunch break, Shen Zhihe summoned a bath, washed his body refreshed, and changed into a new thin skirt, but after a while, the underwear was tired of the jade skin again, and it was really annoying.

A maid lifted half of the bamboo curtain for the wind to pass through the hall to enjoy the shade.

"Where's Ying'er?"

The floating gold flowed, Shen Zhihe showed his finger from his sleeve, smoothed it on the rice paper, and his eyes were stained with autumn water, shiny.

The person beside Shen Zhihe stepped on his feet and added a lot of incense to the small tung furnace next to the ice furnace, the white sandalwood was burned out, and the remaining smell of the fishy musk deer was slightly choking.

"Miss Ying'er is counting the warehouse." After the man finished adding incense, he took a fan and stood behind Shen Zhihe's side, shaking out a few hints of wind, which was quite comfortable.

She stood gracefully, revealing a white jade neck when she lowered her head, and a few wisps of sun slanted down in the pavilion, ironing on her tail of Yingying's eyes, reflecting pure and docile.

It is Shen Zhihe's dowry attendant, Li.

"It's hotter today, too." Shen Zhihe's eyes were full of sorrow, like a city that had slept for a winter, smiling in the warm willow wind.

She has always been afraid of cold, but she is also afraid of heat.

"Young lady, you are cold, this ice furnace is set up according to what the doctor said." Li Shi replied respectfully, and the words branded the strict etiquette into the bones and blood.

Shen Zhihe put aside the pen, turned the stiff wrist, only the itchy and crispy wind stirred the broken hair on the forehead, the color was thousands, and there was a thin sweat on the sideburns, she raised the handkerchief and wiped it gently with the flowing wind.

"What you say to Ying'er is becoming more and more similar." Shen Zhihe glanced at the Li family, revealing disgust.

Li Shi smiled, and the texture under the black temples also hid beads of sweat, and she said softly: "The slave is also worried about your body, young lady." ”

Gentle like the wind, it can smooth out the wrinkles of people's hearts.

The sunlight reflected in Shen Zhihe's eyes, and he jumped in his eyes, like a microwave on the surface of a lake in spring: "Are you still used to it these days?" ”

The two maids who accompanied the marriage, the Ji family looked at it like a master with a heart higher than the sky, and this Li family was rarely praised by Ying'er and the princess.

"Being able to win the favor of the young lady and serve in the cabinet is a blessing for a slave, and those on the side dare not think about it." Li Shi stopped the fan in his hand and put on a humble gesture, which was the most docile and decent statement.

Shen Zhihe took the half-formed round acacia fan on the side of the small case, pulled the tail of his skirt and sat down, and said slowly: "I don't mean it." ”

Li Shi still lowered his eyes, Nuo Nuo: "It's a slave with a lot of heart." ”

Shen Zhihe was silent, only focused on the fan in his hand, the fan is made of yellow silk as the base, the embroidery is a few points of sparse stars, a round of bright full moon, there is a court under the moon, and there are cranes in the court.

She twisted her eyebrows slightly, and embroidered extremely delicately with her hands, the crane's white and slender neck, light and soft wings, and the little red on the top of her head, all appeared on the fan between the needle leads.

Seeing this, Li set out to pick up the pen and ink inkstone on Fang Cai's bookcase, and carefully put away the practice pen written by Shen Zhihe and stored it on the cabinet.

The quiet which makes up the room.

There was a faint sound of rustling outside the curtain, bringing a little heat from the outside in, Li raised his eyes and immediately made a flat salute:

"Miss Ying'er is back."

Shen Zhihe's eyelids didn't move, he focused tightly, and this one was embroidered with only one crane eye.

Ying'er frowned, her face was covered with sweat, and she was holding the seal in her hand, she hurried to Shen Zhihe, a little panicked: "Young lady, the Shen Mansion has sent someone." ”

The embroidery thread in his hand was suddenly tightened, and his fingertips ached, Shen Zhihe lifted his eyes, twisted his onion fingers on the fan, looked sideways, and said in a deep tone: "It's so panicked." ”

Ying'er froze, lowered her eyes, and put the paper in her hand.

Shen Zhihe handed the embroidered surface in his hand to Li, then took the paper, took the two petals of water red and red, opened it and looked at it, and his complexion froze.

The pen and ink on the note are thick and heavy:

My grandmother is seriously ill and will return quickly.

Her eyebrows were twisted, and she only opened her eyes slightly, revealing two Wang, Yun, Yun, all of them in surprise: "When did it happen?" ”

"The slave maid just counted the treasury, and was called by the little maid, and the Shen family's carriage and horse were outside the mansion gate, saying that the prime minister's wife was ill repeatedly, and I hope you will return quickly." The warbler's voice is low, but the words are clear.

Shen Zhihe stood up, the butterfly bones propped up the thin summer clothes, as if flapping his wings, and the soft handkerchief was tightly pinched, and his fingertips were blue and white.

Her heart turned, stabilized her mind, and immediately pulled out her hair and walked down to the cabinet: "Serve me for makeup, I want to go back to the Shen Mansion." ”

The two behind him hurriedly followed, not daring to say more.

"Don't worry, the old lady has already learned and allowed you to go back to serve the sick." Ying'er Linluan put on plain makeup for her, and the faded opal was shining on the narrow and long stamen, flashing again and again under the reflection of the sun.

Shen Zhihe's hand paused slightly.

Although the woman will not return to the house except for joy and funeral after marriage, if she encounters a difficult in-law, she is afraid that she will not even be allowed to go back to serve the sick, but the carriage and horses of the prime minister's family are now in front of the Meng Mansion, can Mrs. Meng mention a word?

She looked down, Ying'er quickly put on makeup, Shen Zhihe got up, looked sideways at Li, and paused:

“…… Go back to the backyard. ”

Li's expression was motionless, he was stacking the clothes that Shen Zhihe had changed, his fingertips were warm and warm, and he whispered: "Don't worry, the slave knows the rules." ”

Her eyelashes trembled, and she raised her eyebrows.

A bright sun, the scorching light penetrates the clouds, burns the green leaves, and the bright red scars condense into mulberries on the branches, and the golden summer is full of view.

A roll, dry, hot wind swept through the luxurious carriage, blowing the clouds and clouds to gather lingeringly, and the silver mark of the Shen family Guogong was hung on the eaves of the galloping bell, and the pedestrians on the road glimpsed and retreated to both sides, not daring to look at it again.

The carriage stopped steadily in front of the Prime Minister's Mansion, Shen Zhihe leaned out with Ying'er's arm, stepped on the bench and went down, the Biwa of the Mansion Gate splashed with colorful light and shadow, she didn't squint, and went straight inside.

Compared with the nine-curved road of the palace corridor, the glazed blue tiles that can be used in the house are the honor given by Emperor Wei to the Shen family.

Shen Zhihe held her skirt, the familiar corridor was in her heart, she stepped into the main pavilion of the inner courtyard, the courtyard was quiet, and the maid saluted her and suppressed her voice.

A long-standing medicinal breath came to her nose, and Shen Zhihe didn't hold it, she glanced at it, and took the new stagnant bamboo under the corridor in her eyes.

"Second girl."

The sound was clear, Shen Zhihe stopped at the pavilion door, and the one guarding the door was his mother's close grandmother, Su Shi.

Mama Su bowed slightly and stopped her from entering.

"What do you mean, Mama?" Shen Zhihe's heart sank but he didn't show his face, and his words were respectful.

"There is a doctor inside, I hope the second girl will be considerate, and go to the warm pavilion to wait first." Mama Su bent the corners of her mouth, but her tone could not be refused, "Only Miss Ying'er, the slave maid has something to hand over to her, can the second girl be allowed?" ”

"Warm Pavilion?"

Shen Zhihe only swayed diagonally between his sideburns, the tassel touched the sound crisply, her eyes flashed, followed her grandmother's words, and finally returned a smile, towards the sun, Jin Chuan said: "It's okay." ”

After saying that, he glanced at Ying'er, his pace decreased a little faster, and Shen Zhihe walked steadily along the warm pavilion alone, and the further he went, the maids on both sides disappeared.

She raised her wrist to push open the door of the warm pavilion, and the pavilion was quiet, and Shen Zhihe raised his eyes to see a square character of longevity, hanging on the pavilion wall and shining.

Before she had time to think about it, a figure came out of the small pavilion in the screen, Shen Zhihe turned around, and the light of the late sun was blocked by her, and then she was squeezed and opened, and the crushed gold dots were sprinkled on her neck.

Really.

Shen Zhihe swam along the light and let out a clear smile, vaguely in the summer sun, bright in this corner.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Ah He."