Song Jiayao shook her head helplessly, Qing'er is really getting bigger and smaller. But it was also secretly agreed by herself, but someone accompanied her to make fun of her, and she also had a taste of returning to her youth.

In her last life, she was tortured too painfully, and rarely had such an easy time.

Thinking about this situation, she is only fourteen years old, and she is still a young lady who has not yet left the cabinet. Although he should know about etiquette, he should still be a child.

But in this deep mansion compound, how many people are only fourteen years old but have twenty-four thoughts, if it weren't for the previous life, how could she get benefits in Wang Xi's hands.

The other party treats himself as a child, doesn't care about himself, takes some sweetness to satisfy her, and tortures her well in the future, falling from the clouds to the bottom, that is a good taste.

Wang Xi is a master who can survive, otherwise he would not have survived to the status of the second lady. Her charming posture is natural, and with some small means, she can naturally hook any man and lose three souls and six elements.

It's a pity that because of this charm, no matter how much Wang Xi pretends to be dignified, he is just nondescript, and he will never be able to get on the stage and become the main master.

In any case, her mother was the only one who deserved the honorific title of that lady.

These days are also peaceful, but Song Jiayao is a little uncomfortable.

In her previous life, she was frightened for days, but now it is very different, and there are more comfortable lives like this.

With the excuse of illness, Song Jiayao didn't have to go to Wang Xi to ask for peace, and she was happy. These days, Wang Xi has been put on the table by Song Jiayao, and the manager of the treasury is inseparable from her, although his face is still facing her, he is not as dedicated as usual.

Wang Xi was put on the score, and naturally he didn't want to see Song Jiayao again, so he simply let the two of them steal a little bit and temporarily let go of the dirtiness of intrigue.

At this time, it is the beginning of spring, and the flowers that have been silent for a winter are competing with each other at this time, although Song Jiayao does not like the appearance of a hundred flowers blooming, but with leisure, it is okay to enjoy it once in a while.

Her favorite in her previous life was the peony, the bright color was very eye-catching, and from a distance, there was a taste of the king of flowers.

It's just that this time is different from the past, and Song Jiayao's favorite this time is indeed the plum blossoms in that winter.

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold.

This poem is not empty words, the plum blossoms that have gone through the wind and snow but still bloom are proud to resist the cold of winter, and disdain to compete with a group of gaudy flowers in spring.

Song Jiayao's rebirth this time was like a plum blossom, she went through a lot of hardships, and finally came out at this time.

After all, she was taught by the etiquette of her daughter, and she was with Lin An in her last life, and all the rules were taught to her according to the strictest.

Some things are born in the bones and cannot be erased, Song Jiayao is wearing a light pink skirt, a tender goose yellow top, and a smart smile, in the flowers, she is like a fluttering butterfly, not losing half a point of flowers.

Song Jiayao and Qing'er laughed and discussed making a paper kite another day, taking advantage of the strong wind to send a good wish like a New Year.

Unconsciously walked to the Huxin Pavilion, Wang Xi and Song Jiaqi were sitting inside to enjoy the flowers, and when they saw the two fighting, they couldn't help but put up a fight, and scolded: "A girl's family, laughing so loudly, what kind of rules are it?" ”

Song Jiaqi touched a nail here with Song Jiayao a few days ago, and when she caught the opportunity, she naturally had to mock her: "Mother, her mother left early, naturally no one taught her sister the rules." She can't be blamed for this. ”

Song Jiayao was not annoyed when she heard this, if she was provoked so easily, she would have lived this second time in vain.

Song Jiayao raised her eyes and looked at the two people in front of her, and couldn't help but bow her head and laugh. Sure enough, it can't be on the stage, and now in this spring season, all the ladies are dressed up light and young to enjoy the flowers, and they will not be thrown into the flowers but will be compared to the flowers.

These two people have a new idea, they used the best carmine silk material to make a pleated skirt, and they also instructed the embroidery girl to make a light gauze dress to cover the outside, and they have a great plan to compete with the Qinglou woman.

Song Jiayao can only keep these words in her heart and enjoy herself, and she still has to give them face. Automatically ignoring the previous words, Song Jiayao asked Wang Xi to say goodbye in a regular manner: "Hello to my aunt." Today, there is such a good interest, and she is dressed so gorgeously, but Jia Yao has lost her sense of proportion, and she is dressed too plainly, and she should not be with her sister and aunt. ”

Song Jiaqi was a child, and after listening to Song Jiayao's praise, she was naturally overjoyed, snorted coldly at the moment, and couldn't help showing off and said: "This is good material, so I naturally have to wear new clothes in early spring." Sister's dress is still from last year, right? That's not good. If you don't have any money, your sister can also help your sister. ”

Song Jiayao smiled lightly and said, "That's not it, but what do you do when you play on weekdays and dress so brightly." But a few days ago, I saw some women outside wearing similar clothes to their sisters, a group of warblers and swallows, which are very good-looking. I heard that they live in the green building of Nalaoshzi, and it is not just somewhere. ”

Wang Xi was proud, but after listening to Song Jiayao's words, he felt that he couldn't hold his face. Is this Song Jiayao sarcastic about them like the women in the Qinglou? But I don't know if Song Jiayao is unintentional or intentionally difficult, looking at Song Jiayao's innocent eyes, Wang Xi only thinks she is a child and curious.

Although he was still a little dissatisfied, Wang Xi couldn't get along with Song Jiayao. Coughing lightly, Wang Xi couldn't pull her face and tell Song Jiayao what kind of place the Qinglou was, thinking that she just praised them because they were good-looking.

didn't wait for Song Jiayao to explain, Wang Xi found a good reason for Song Jiayao in his heart, but saved Song Jia the strength to bother pretending to be ignorant.

Song Jiaqi didn't know where the Qinglou was, so she opened her mouth to ask Wang Xi, but found that her mother's face was not very good, so she stopped talking at the moment.

was disturbed by Song Jiayao like this, and the two of them also lost interest. Wang Xi looked at the flowers in the garden and had an idea in his heart.

"Look at this beautiful wind and sunshine, thousands of purples and thousands of reds, it is better to post today, and hold a hairpin banquet." Although it was a consultative sentence, Wang Xi was in an affirmative tone.

Song Jiayao doesn't care about this, but it's just a banquet, and she just needs to complain about her illness.

Who knew that this Song Jiaqi's sleek eyes turned, and she had some evil thoughts, and said softly: "Mother, my sister's body was not very good a few days ago, and I think it should be better today." This hairpin banquet borrowed the excuse of my sister's illness to celebrate, and I was happy. ”

Song Jiaqi naturally doesn't want Song Jiayao to be in the limelight, she is waiting for her to make a fool of herself! Looking at Song Jiayao's old clothes, the hairpin banquet is naturally as early as possible, and it will definitely be too late to sew it when the time comes, and see how Song Jiayao will make a fool of herself.

As for her, in the winter, she asked someone to make a spring skirt, and this is the right time, so she will naturally shine at the hairpin banquet. attracted the envy of all the young ladies in every way, not to mention, but also lost the face of Song Jiayao, the "concubine", so that she could not raise her head from now on, and she could no longer use the concubine's frame to press her.

The more Song Jiaqi thought about it, the more proud she became, Wang Xi and Song Jiaqi had the same heart, and they also understood what their daughter was planning. It just so happens that this hairpin banquet in the name of Song Jiayao has also won the reputation of a loving mother for herself, and her identity and fame have reached a higher level, so that those ladies will no longer look down on her.

In the past, Wang Xi's identity was always very embarrassing at these banquets. Although everyone in the house calls her Mrs., after all, she is still a concubine, and she can't enter the family tree or get on the stage.

Because of the identity of this concubine, Song Jiaqi is a concubine, and those ladies and ladies are always reluctant to deal with the two of them, so they are embarrassed. But the two are always reluctant to have such an opportunity to make friends, even if they know that they will be looked down upon, they always have to put a hot face on a cold ass, and go up to make a lively gangster.

This time is different, Song Jiayao is the concubine of the General's Mansion, those ladies and ladies will not lose face, and she is in charge of it, so she will naturally look up to her.

Song Jiayao knew the calculations of the two, and she was disdainful in her heart, but she didn't show half of it on her face.

happily agreed, but Song Jiayao had already calculated it carefully in her heart. She didn't live this second time in vain, although the memories and details of the previous life were a little different because of her changes, but the overall remained the same.

She still remembered this hairpin feast, she didn't have time to make a decent dress, she was spurned, and she couldn't raise her head from then on. At that time, it was very rigid and had no bright spots. has a cowardly temperament, and being lost face is just a secret sadness.

Now it's different, after getting the material, Song Jiayao drew the sample drawing by herself, and hurriedly asked Qing'er to take it outside to find the best embroiderer to do. Even the jewelry is carefully designed by her, and this is the first time she has appeared as a concubine, so naturally she can't be compared to Song Jiaqi.

There is a difference between the concubines, and her second sister understood this truth earlier.

wants to make her ugly in public, and he also wants to make a good reputation, which is a good wishful thinking.

How could she let the two of them get their wish?

Accompanying the two of them to socialize again, Song Jiayao didn't get out of her body yet, and when she was a little tired, she let Qing'er carry herself back to Zhuyuan.

I took the fan and shook it gently, although it was only spring, but the heat still couldn't be resisted. Song Jiayao was afraid of the cold again, afraid of being infected with the wind and cold, so she put on a shawl when she returned to the house, but it was a little hot after all, and she sent Qing'er to turn out the fan, which was better.

Qing'er looked at the master in front of her who was getting more and more sleepy, and her eyelids were drooping. Qing'er gently put down the fan in her hand, wanting to help Song Jiayao go to bed and fall asleep, for fear of contracting the wind and cold again.

It's just that Song Jiayao muttered impatiently, lying on the table and not leaving, no matter how Qing'er called her, she didn't respond.

Qing'er was helpless, so she had to take a thin quilt and cover it gently for Song Jiayao, which was better than nothing. Qing'er was used to serving people, and she didn't feel sleepy at this time, so she took a fan and held her head to guard her young lady.