After eating in Qi's room, after Suning'er returned to the wing, she began to feel a little bored and uneasy for some reason.

From the conversation with the Qi family, she can now be sure that the Qi family has taken a fancy to that Lang Zhai, otherwise she would not tell the Lang family to not think about firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Although she didn't think there was anything wrong with Lang Zhai, she inevitably felt a little panicked when she thought that she would have to face the marriage matter so hastily.

If this state of mind is put in modern society, there is also a special term, called "fear of marriage".

A portal like Lang Zhai, if this marriage is really finalized and the two come in, the two of them will leave the chapel and get married, and then she will have no room for maneuver.

Shuang'er and Qin'er dressed her widely, looking at her calm face, they couldn't guess what Su Yiniang thought.

Shuang'er hugged the robe that she took off from her, stared at the movements in Qin'er's hands in a daze, and began to speak:

"In the afternoon, when Yiniang fell asleep, the maid listened to the eldest lady and the thirteenth uncle talking about the Lang family in the hall and seemed to be very satisfied, and the eldest lady also told the Lang family Lang about the affairs of Yiniang and Qing Wangye and Zhao Sanlang, and the Lang family had no signs of disgust at all, but was very sympathetic to Yiniang, and felt that Yiniang was wronged, so from this point of view, the slave maid felt that the Lang family was quite suitable to be the Lang of our big house."

"Well, the slave maid also felt that the Lang family was very caring, and when she saw Yiniang, she wanted to condition her body for Yiniang, she is indeed a real person", Qin'er looked at Suning'er with a smile, and said happily: "What Yiniang needs now is not exactly such a person who can live a caring life." ”

Seeing that she was silent, Shuang'er couldn't help but ask curiously, "Yiniang, what do you think of yourself?" ”

"Oh, since you and A-Niang think he is good, then he is really good", Suning'er sat on the head of the bed, looking indifferent.

If it was Suning'er in the past, she was afraid that she would have to make a big fuss again, but as far as she is now, many things have already been seen much more flat.

Listening to Qin'er and Shuang'er's conversation, she began to agree with their statement, and those vigorous things will eventually return to plainness.

She had already seen through the problems that Suning'er couldn't understand before, and the ten-year age gap was enough to change a person's heart.

What's more, she's been through so much.

After Qin'er and Shuang'er fell asleep, Suning'er lay on the bed and tossed and turned alone for a long time, thinking about the three poems she had made with a sway, thinking that she had decided to cut off the past, thinking about living this life well, thinking about everything very clearly, until the second half of the night, she fell asleep unsatisfied.

When she woke up the next day, Suning'er got up from the bed, and after there was some movement in the room, Qin'er hurriedly came in from outside, hurriedly washing her face, changing clothes, and grooming.

After that, he brought the fasting food prepared by Shuang'er to the table, and whispered while waiting for her to have breakfast:

"The eldest lady donated a lot of sesame oil money for the temple this time, the abbot was very grateful, saying that he wanted to do a good thing with our deceased master's family, there will be a lot of trivial things to do in the Buddhist hall today, the eldest lady asked Sister Qingchun to call Shuang'er to help, and instructed the slave maid to take care of Yiniang in the room to rest, don't go out and run around, after all, this temple is not better than at home."

"Hmm."

Suning'er nodded obediently.

She knows the rules of the temple very well, and she has no reason for a female dependent to trespass around at will.

Eating quietly, she kept thinking about the Mid-Autumn Festival in previous years.

When I first graduated, I opened a clothing store, and the business was relatively bleak in the first two years, and most of the time I would stay in the store to take care of the business during such festivals, and wait until I got home from work to have a reunion dinner with relatives and friends, and talked about the short things in the parents.

In the next few years, business is better, and with your own employees, you can copy less heart, and you can concentrate on dating, traveling, or going out shopping with a few girlfriends during the festival, which is very comfortable.

At the moment, she has no other thoughts, her mother is on the side of the Buddhist hall, and she is the only one who can be attached.

.......

Compared with the desertion in the ancient temple in the mountain, Chang'an City is a different scene today.

On the bustling streets, all the squares and alleys are full of hustle and bustle, so lively.

In the wine shops and brothels, from time to time there is a sound of "all knowing" and the laughter of the prostitutes who lead the formation and order drinking and having fun; The theater in the two ancient temples of Ci'en Temple and Qinglong Temple is also crowded with people, and the warblers sing and dance non-stop.

However, today, the most eye-catching is naturally the Qujiang Festival in the southeast corner of Chang'an City.

It was noon, and the banks of Qujiang Pond were already full of people, and there was also the noise of drinking orders everywhere.

Dignitaries, literati, and well-known corners gathered, but it was a little different from the excitement in the market.

The elegance and luxury are all on the edge of this Qujiang pool.

Ten miles of red makeup on the dry shore near the north shore palace, it is very magnificent.

The girls in the boudoir sat on the ground, surrounded by their red skirts to form a "banquet", and three or five people gathered together, or chatted about today's anecdotes, or sang in a low voice the current fashionable opera.

From time to time, there were bursts of laughter like silver bells in the banquet, which attracted the men gathered not far away to sneak a few glances from time to time.

The graceful posture is hidden in the "banquet", which is fascinating.

The exquisite paintings on the pond are connected together, which is even more magnificent.

A series of white papier-mâché lanterns are held high on the heads of each boat, and the words of the mansions of the famous families participating in the guild are reflected on the lanterns, which are very eye-catching.

The gripping sound of the piano resounded from a certain boat, through the smoke and waves of the boat, around the hearts of tourists, and leisurely on the silent water.

In the narrow part of the north bank of Furong Pond, ten painting boats are closely connected to the dry bank, allowing the women on the shore to go up and down freely.

The clothes on the boat are fluttering, and there are many shadows, or huddled together for intimate conversations, or look forward to the poems falling like snowflakes on the colorful buildings in the distance, and a complicated expression appears on the plump and delicate face from time to time.

Suddenly, there was a commotion on the bow of the boat in the middle, and everyone looked for a voice, only to see a jasper woman with a hairpin and a high bun, standing on the bow of the boat and talking to people, Qiluo was dressed in red, and her snow-white skin was faintly visible in the light veil.

The voices of the two women were very transparent, and they could be heard clearly from the two boats.

"Yo, Tao Jiuniang's outfit today is really coming for the poet."

The person who spoke was none other than Li Wanwan.

She was dressed very fresh and elegant today, combing her simple knotted bun, which was in stark contrast to the charming Tao Jiuniang.

Tao Jiuniang pursed her lips and chuckled: "I didn't expect to meet Thirteen Niang here, the slave family thought that you should go with Cui Jia Shilang to bow or step or something." ”

"That's naturally inappropriate", Li Wanwan also smiled: "Since I read Jiu Niang's poems last time, I have become more and more curious, how can I personally see Jiu Niang's masterpiece that is praised as a woman's poetry today." ”

When the women next to them heard this, they immediately stood in awe, looked at Tao Jiuniang and began to turn their heads and ears:

"Who is this little lady, she has such talent, why has the slave family never heard of it?"

"It seems that she is the ninth daughter of the richest Tao family in Chang'an, and it is said that she is very talented, and she also negotiated with the Zhao family, a salt merchant at the head of the country."

"That's all big families, but isn't the only marriageable man in the Zhao family now Zhao Sanlang and Zhao Yi?"

"It's Zhao Jiazaburo."

"Huh", the woman sighed disdainfully, "That Zhao Sanlang is quite handsome, but he is too unruly, and I don't know if he has been restrained now." ”

"Naturally, we have to be more restrained, this Tao family doesn't look like a businessman, but the power is not small."

.......

Although the sound of discussion in the crowd was small, it could more or less reach Tao Jiuniang's ears.

Hearing people talk about Zhao Yuanbai, her face sank slightly, and she immediately said loudly: "The little ladies on the boat are the most talented in the entire Chang'an City, I Tao Jiuniang don't dare to be arrogant, who can win the poem, there are matchmakers in the boat and the girls' school books to evaluate, Wan Niang is in a hurry." ”

"I'm not in a hurry, I'm not in a hurry."

Li Wanwan smiled grimly.

Tao Jiuniang's voice directly overshadowed all the discussions, pretending to be like a dog, where was it still like the face that no one had in her eyes a few days ago.

Li Wanwan didn't want to argue with her anymore.