This summer's new lilac-colored thin shirt is looser, and a long thin satin is tied around the waist month by month, even if it looks more eager to walk, and the swaying of the slender waist and embroidered skirt has an intriguing posture.

"Miss? Wake up, Miss. The courtyard on Madame's side was lively. Zhuyue walked into the bedroom with two bottles of rose perfume in her hand, and Meteor led a group of maids carrying bathtubs and hot water or holding clothes.

Pushing open the door of the inner room month by month, he looked at Song Zhi, who was sleeping soundly in the bed, and smiled helplessly.

Song Zhi let out a kitten-like snort, only to feel that the sky was still dark, so he asked in a daze, "What time is it?" ”

"It's already three quarters of the hour." dug Song Zhi out of the quilt month by month, I really don't know where her slender arms came from.

Soak in a warm bath tub, pour the rose dew into the hot soup month by month, although the floral fragrance is good, but suddenly poured out of the thin neck jade bottle, the fragrance is a little choking.

Song Zhi sobered up a little at this time, "This bottle of flower dew is newly made?" ”

"Yes, according to the young lady's orders, the original flower dew was lost, and these flower dew were boiled out little by little by the little maids under the meteor watch." Wrap Song Zhi's black hair with a silk handkerchief month by month, so as not to get wet.

"Hmm." Song Zhi didn't want to have a rash all over her body inexplicably this time, whether in her previous life or in this life, she was allergic to Artemisia pollen. Song Zhi can't remember clearly, she had a rash a few times inexplicably in her previous life, as long as Song Yan wants Song Zhi to have a rash, just add a little artemisia pollen to her flower dew or diet tea.

The Lin family was going to the palace today to thank her, but Song Yan didn't know what method she had used, so she coaxed the Lin family to take her with her.

It's better for her to go. Song Zhi thought to herself, she took her hands out of the water, looked at the nails that she dyed yesterday, and only wrapped her nails in the juice of impatiens for about half a cup of tea, so there was only a faint red water on her fingertips, like the corners of the eyes of the woman who had just cried red, which was particularly pitiful.

"Miss, get up." The morning time was not very easy, so Song Zhi stood up from the bathtub, large and small droplets of water rolling down from the delicate white skin.

Month by month took a big handkerchief to wrap Song Zhi and wipe the water off her body.

Lin is the protagonist today, so Song Zhi did not wear very outstanding clothes, but just picked a cigarette powder eighteen-pleated skirt that was slightly more solemn than her usual clothes. The skirt is very wide, with many fine pleats, and it is like a willow leaf swaying gently when walking. The peony flowers embroidered on the top are embroidered with bright carmine silk threads, and the petals are layered on top of each other; The branches and leaves are embroidered with limestone and stone green silk threads, and the peony flowers lining are more and more delicate, which shows the fine workmanship.

"Miss Liu's craftsmanship is really good." Month by month, he straightened the hem of his skirt and praised it from the bottom of his heart.

Miss Liu's original name was Liu Zhen, but she was a strange woman in the capital. She was abandoned by her husband's family because of her poor appearance, and she suffered a lot of white eyes in her mother's house. She simply opened her own clothing shop to support herself, and in the past seven or eight years, she has conquered a group of powerful daughters in the capital with this garment-making technology.

Song Zhi asked her to pull a hanging hair for her month by month, only wearing a jade comb back with a red goose rank on the top of the mustache, and pasting a little vermilion flower between her eyebrows, using the dazzling of this dot flower to suppress the natural beauty of Song Zhi's eyebrows.

"Miss, wouldn't it be too simple?" Although Meteor thinks it looks good, it feels too simple.

Song Zhi put on a pair of lily of the valley silver burnt blue earrings, and looked in the mirror when he heard the words, and the good bronze mirror reflected a girl's face that was three points more delicate than a flower, "No, that's right." ”

The kung fu of dressing up in a woman's boudoir is also a science, and it is not necessarily good to look good in a dress.

"Let's eat." Song Zhi lifted the hem of her skirt, her steps were brisk and agile but very elegant, and she was really the posture of a powerful daughter. Moon by month followed and thought, 'Miss has really grown up.' ’

Song Zhi was not late when he arrived at Le Xiangzhai, but he had already seen Song Yan Shi Ran standing outside the door waiting, she looked bland, and her solemn dress added a bit of old-fashionedness. Seeing Song Zhi's light and graceful figure like a butterfly, Song Yan's eyes moved slightly, revealing a trace of jealousy.

"My sister is dressed very beautifully today." Song Yan stretched out her hand to touch Song Zhi's cheek, but she quietly avoided it, "This dress doesn't look like it was made by the embroidery lady in the house." ”

"My sister's eyes are like torches." Now there is no one else, Song Zhi is 10,000 too lazy to perfunctory Song Yan.

Song Yan had to ask again, the door of Le Xiangzhai opened, and Song Ling walked out with the Lin family.

Song Yan smiled slightly, and then moved the corners of her mouth, revealing an extremely supple smile.

Lin was wearing a life dress from above, a large-sleeved shirt made of red silk leara, a rainbow shawl decorated with brocade cloud patterns on his shoulders, and a string of complicated beads hanging on his chest. The two temples on Lin's head were specially invited to be combed by a grandmother who had been on an errand in the palace before, the crown flower hairpin nine trees, and the head was full of pearls and emeralds, Song Zhi felt that his neck was sore just by looking at it.

"My mother is really gorgeous." Song Yan greeted him and praised the Lin family. And Song Zhi only whispered in her ear when Lin got into the carriage, "When I get home, Zhi'er will pinch my mother's shoulder." ”

Lin and Song Ling naturally rode in the same carriage, and Song Zhi had to sit in one with Song Yan.

Song Zhi didn't want to talk to Song Yan more, so she pretended to sleep as soon as she got in the car, but Song Yan just wanted to coax this brainless sister in her eyes quickly, so she talked a lot of nonsense.

"Sister, I went out with Miss Zhang that day to enjoy the flowers, and I took his carriage, only to know that the wood used in the carriage in our house is different from theirs' quadrangular pointed teak carriage, and the wood used in our carriage has a special fragrance." Hearing Song Yan's voice buzzing in his ears was even more annoying than a mosquito.

Song Zhi leaned on Zhuyue's arms, lazily lifted his eyelids, and said faintly: "Sister, do you know what kind of wood is used in our carriage?" ”

"What is it?" Song Zhi replied to Song Yan's words, and she naturally had to hurry up to pick up the conversation.

"It's ebony, or gloomy wood." Hearing this name makes people feel that it is deep, Song Yan lost a little interest, and wanted to start talking again, but was interrupted by Song Zhi.

"Gloomy wood is a precious wood that sank in the water and soil thousands of years ago, and spent countless days under the ground without seeing the light of day, so it is quite gloomy, and I heard that it has the effect of summoning spirits." Song Zhi said in a mysterious way.

I saw Song Yan hurriedly straighten up and not let herself lean on the carriage. "Sister, don't laugh, how could my father make a carriage out of such wood?"

"The gloomy wood does not rot for thousands of years in the ground, the wood is extremely solid, invulnerable, and insects and ants do not invade. Naturally, this is what fathers value. "In fact, the effect of ebony's soul conjuring is just Song Zhi's nonsense.

Ebony is very rare, and it is still a thing to ward off evil spirits, and Mrs. Lin has a bottle of ebony Buddha statue. It's just that the wood is gloomy, which is disliked by many dignitaries and nobles, but Song Ling has always been a pragmatic person, so he made a carriage out of this ebony with great arrogance.

Song Yan didn't know if she was scared, fidgeting in the carriage, Song Zhi closed her eyes and pretended to sleep all the way to the palace gate.

Song Zhi followed behind Lin and Song Ling, and since the floor tiles under her feet changed from bluestone slab bricks to white marble, she didn't dare to look up at random anymore.

With the sharp voice of his father-in-law, Song Zhi crossed a high threshold of vermilion, and a cold fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, making people feel cold in their hearts and spirits. Song Zhi raised his right eyebrow, took a deep breath comfortably, and two cute laughs hung on the corners of his mouth.

Song Zhi knelt down with the Lin clan and bowed to thank him, said a series of salutations and words of greeting, and heard an old female voice say, "Okay, get up." Song Zhicai got up with Lin, and looked up to see a very plump woman in Chinese clothes sitting on the head, this is the Empress Dowager Zhou.

Empress Dowager Zhou and Emperor Shun'an are not biological mother and son, but Emperor Shun'an's biological mother died early, and Empress Dowager Zhou had just lost her son at that time.

Song Ling only gossiped a few words, and was summoned by the emperor to leave. Empress Dowager Zhou showed everyone the rest.

Song Zhi turned his head to look at his father's back, but as soon as he raised his eyes and quietly looked around, he was seen by a beautiful woman sitting at the bottom right.

Empress Feng had passed away a few years ago, and the queen's position had been vacant for a long time, and Concubine Jia gave birth to the seventeenth prince half a year ago, which was the time when the holy favor was abundant. After adding the twelve princes, no prince was born, so Emperor Shun'an was particularly partial to Concubine Jia.

"Come on." Concubine Jia beckoned to Song Zhi, and also took off the armor on her tail finger, and Concubine Xu, who was separated from her by a coffee table, diligently helped her put the armor into a cloisonné enamel phoenix wearing peony jewelry box.

Song Zhi looked at the Lin family, saw her chin slightly, and walked towards Concubine Jia.

Looking closer, Concubine Jia's face is more beautiful, with big eyes and a nose, snowy skin and red lips, she was originally a very soft and graceful appearance, but she has a very heroic chin, which makes her appearance more outstanding.

This jaw reminded Song Zhi of a person.

'Ah, Concubine Jia, isn't it Shen Baiyan's aunt? Song Zhi suddenly brightened, and a well-behaved smile bloomed on his face.

Concubine Jia has a very light fragrance on her body, which is completely different from the cold incense in the palace of the Empress Dowager Zhou, but the fragrance on her body is subtle, and the two incense are mixed together, but it is also harmonious.

Song Zhi continued to pretend to be an ignorant child in Concubine Jia's arms, but the corner of his eye kept paying attention to Song Yan. I saw her bow her head slightly, the blue glaze and gold-inlaid butterfly earrings were lifeless on both sides of her cheeks, her brows frowned slightly from time to time, and occasionally rubbed her lower abdomen, and cold sweat gradually oozed from her forehead.

Song Zhi sneered in his heart, this morning Song Yan's cup of snow hibiscus lily nourishing soup, I don't know how it tastes?