After many days of rain, the weather suddenly cooled down a lot, before noon, against the sun and the feeling of summer heat, these days not to mention morning and evening, even noon is cold. At the end of summer, the long dresses and dresses were replaced with autumn clothes with cotton tires, Rao is so, when she gets up early and goes to bed late, Wanying still feels that the autumn is unbearable.

On this day, the autumn rain was difficult to clear up, the dampness was greasy, the newly made quilt was heavy on the body, and the quilt was cold and cold. Wanying got up early, ate breakfast indiscriminately, pushed open the window alone, sat on a chair, leaned on the windowsill, and looked out stupidly, the rain was not too big or small, unhurried. The begonia trees in the courtyard have long been depressed by the rain, and all kinds of flowers and trees are also lifeless, only a few plantain trees have been washed by the rain and are particularly brittle.

The elegant wind is difficult to eliminate the heavy heat,

Hui Yu lightly relieved Jiao Liufu.

The rain hits the plantain through the leaves,

Sorrow has never come out of my heart.

Unconsciously read it out of her mouth, Lu Rong was holding a feather duster and sticking ashes, listening to the poem of Wan Ying, and passed the window.

"Miss, write down the poem just now, and when I am fine, I will come and recognize a few more words." Lu Rong said.

This year, Lu Rong is quite willing to work hard in her studies, and she will carefully ask for advice from Wanying, although Wanying and her are masters and servants, but seeing her work so hard, she is also happy.

"Go get paper and grind ink." Wanying got up and lowered the beaded curtain, but the window was still open.

Lu Rong had already put down the feather duster, went to the shelf to get a few pieces of paper, and neatly placed them on the desk. Wanying sat down, and saw her take a small silver spoon, scoop a spoonful of water, pour it into the ink cartridge, and pull her sleeve to grind the ink around and around. Wanying picked a thin little wolf hair, dipped it in ink, and wrote only one line, only listening to Lu Rong say:

"Miss, can you change to a thicker pen? This word is too small, and Lu Rong can't even see what the strokes are? ”

Wanying forgot for a while that Lu Rong was a beginner, and it was really a little difficult for her to copy such a flyy little Kai.

"Well, how about this one?" Wanying picked another big Kaihu pen that was two sizes bigger.

"Can it be bigger?" Lu Rong said.

"No matter how big it is, I'm afraid there is no paper that can hold the words written." Wanying couldn't help laughing: "Go and get a piece of rice paper."

"After the young lady finished writing, Wanying hung it in the house, copying it every day." Lu Rong looked excited.

When Wanying and Lu Rong were having fun teaching and learning, Hongfu came in, and when she saw this, she said, "I know that I am pestering Miss to play tricks all day long." How much work is waiting for you to do! Do you really think you're a daughter? I advise the girl to finish the work before she knows how to read and hyphenate, which is the right reason. Yan Bi picked up the feather duster that Lu Rong had just dropped, and then Lu Rong's work began.

Lu Rong saw that although Hongfu was hard-mouthed, she was thinking about her in her heart, and she didn't argue with her as the so-called 'knife mouth tofu heart'. Still serving Wanying and writing.

"It's not that I'm talking about you, it's just that you have to know our duty to be girls, we met a good master like Miss, and we don't care. If you change the master, you don't know how many layers of skin have been peeled off? A girl, how much work she doesn't do all day long, she learns to recite poetry every day! In the future, it's just the life of a small guy, and if you don't take the top prize, what's the use of doing those efforts? Hongfu stood in front of a shoulder-high three-color standing bottle and stroked it, and said.

Wanying knows that for a long time, Lu Rong has relied on her young age to do quite slippery work, and she is tired and heavy, she is looking for reasons to push it to Hongfu, and she picks the kind of work that is both light and flattering. Wanying didn't say it, but she could still see it clearly in her heart.

There were originally two elderly maids in Wanying's house, one was Wanying's wet nurse, when Wanying was seven or eight years old, for some reason, the two were beaten out one after the other. Now there are only two little maids left in the house to serve, serving tea and pouring water, dressing and undressing, scrubbing and cleaning. But in fact, most of the work in the house is handled by Hongfu. So Wanying seems to favor Lu Rong, but in her heart she actually values Hongfu more.

"As long as your teeth are long, you will be worthy of a little girl in the future!" Lu Rong heard Hongfu say that there would be little marriage in the future, and her face turned red.

"Aren't you worthy of a little girl, is it possible that you will also enter the palace as a mother in the future?" Hongfu didn't think much about it, only picked up the things that Lu Rong was not most likely to achieve, and replied to Lu Rong.

"Why can't I be a mother?" Lu Rong was very unhappy when she heard that she was going to be married to the little girl, and because she was young, she really opened her mouth to talk nonsense.

"It's really not ashamed, do you know that the palace gate is open over there? Not to mention that you will never see the emperor in your life, even if you do, can the emperor take a fancy to you as a maid? I advise you to take care of it. My green girl. Hongfu listened to her greedy words, and couldn't help but tease her.

"Even if I can't be a mother, our young lady will be a mother, and I will still serve the young lady, I just won't marry a little girl. What can you do with me? Lu Rong said not to be outdone.

Before, I heard the two of them say a word, and as soon as Wanying said that she was about to enter the palace to be a mother, Wanying also blushed, so she had to ask them not to say any more.

Outside the window, the rain was getting more and more intense, and all I could hear was the sound of crackling and lapping on the stone slabs on the ground in the courtyard.

"Miss, close the window, it's cold and the wind is blowing carefully." Hongfu said.

"Shut it up. The sound of the rain was also strangely noisy. Wanying said.

Hongfu walked to the window, lifted the bead curtain, prepared to close the window with both hands, and suddenly said: "Now, only this plantain is left, look at the scene of the rain hitting the plantain, and listen to the sound of the rain hitting the plantain, it is not in vain that Hongfu planted it carefully." ”

"Still talking about your peach trees? If it weren't for you planting those demons and monsters, how could the master be entangled by the peach blossom demon. Lu Rong looked at her infatuatedly, and mentioned Basho again, knowing that it must be for someone else to cut down her peach tree two years ago.

"You're just planting demons and monsters? You don't have to think about it to know that it's Aunt Gao and Aunt Cui's ghost, what peach blossom demon, murdering peach blossoms? It's all nonsense. Hongfu said as she closed the window. But then he changed his tone and said sadly: "It's okay to cut it, and the master's illness can be cured if you cut it." Don't think about it after cutting the red fu. ”

Wanying also knew the weight of those peach trees in Hongfu's heart, but at that time, she couldn't help herself, and she couldn't even be a mother, let alone Wanying.

The words have been written, Wanying asked Lu Rong to take it and put it in her room first, in fact, she saw that Hongfu was already sentimental, and she wanted to persuade her.