"Does Kuratsushi like my sister?"

"I like it!" Cheng Cangpeng's answer is simply not through the brain.

"Why?"

"My sister is the most beautiful!"

Cheng Cangpeng immediately grinned again, with a missing front tooth.

Cheng Xueyan felt that it would be more appropriate to hang a big drop of cold sweat on the back of her head at this moment, which often appears in an embarrassing state in Japanese cartoons.

This little pervert!

No, what Cangpeng's eyes contained was clarity that did not need to be disguised.

Seeing that Cheng Xueyan was silent for a long time, Cheng Cangpeng twisted on her lap again: "Sister plays with me, sister plays with me......"

"Dangdangdang......"

Suddenly there were a few crisp sounds outside the window, as if metal was clashing.

Bi Tong was suddenly shocked as if she had been immobilized, but she was only stunned for a short time and looked at Cheng Xueyan, and her face was panicked.

She hurriedly wanted to take Cheng Cangpeng from her master's arms, but Cheng Cangpeng twisted his body unhappily. He was already heavy, but Bi Tong wasted half a day of energy but only made his head sweat.

"Little boy, if you don't come down again, you will be punished for your sister Xue Yan in a while!"

Cheng Xueyan didn't understand what this had to do with her punishment, it was probably Bitong's way to scare the child.

Cheng Cangyi's mouth flattened, let go of Cheng Xueyan's arm and got out of bed, but reluctantly turned around and said, "Sister Xueyan, I'll come back to you later." ”

At this time, outside the door, a grandmother wearing a smoked blue shirt with cinnamon green embroidered light and dark red hydrangea skirts, and a green pleated skirt, bent her knees slightly at this side with a face without wrinkles but still looking old and expressionless: "Slave maid Xu Shi has asked the eldest girl to say goodbye." ”

Cheng Xueyan didn't know what to answer, but Cheng Cangpeng ran over and held her hand, and the two went out together.

Bitong was busy here.

"Girl, get up quickly, as soon as the cloud board rings over there, we will have to rush to the Furong Hall in less than a quarter of an hour, and we will be punished if we are too late."

As she spoke, she was busy waiting for Cheng Xueyan to freshen up. Her hands and feet were nimble, and she only needed to blink an eye to tie her hair into a bun.

To be honest, Cheng Xueyan immediately thought of cow dung as soon as she saw this bun, and a pile of cow dung pressed on the back of her head......

Her face was a little dark, could it be that married women in ancient times had to be so ugly? However, she remembered that Du Mizhen and Tang Fanrou were also cloudy......

A plain silver hairpin passed through the bun, revealing only the hairpin head made of three plum blossoms, pale as the mood at the moment.

Bi Tong didn't seem to notice any of this at all, rummaged through the suitcase for a moment, and took out an autumn fragrant blue blouse, with silver-white jasmine flowers embroidered on the neckline and cuffs, and a moon-blue skirt with no decoration at all.

Her face was so dark that she could squeeze out raindrops. What, do you treat me like a grandmother? Or are you a little color blind?

Bi Tong was busy waiting for her to put on her dress, and then turned out a moon-white handkerchief and stuffed it in her hand.

She looked at this dress, and only felt that she could cry when the veil was raised.

"Girl, hurry up, it's not good to make everyone wait."

She didn't understand what was worth being in such a hurry, but in view of the hurry, she recognized the old-fashioned dress today.

Bitong helped her, although it was a small walk, but it was as fast as flying, and she almost couldn't keep up.

Walking through the nine-song corridor, passing through the Xinyuan, and stepping through the five hanging flower gates, Bitong finally slowed down, seeing the second lady Tang Fanrou and the second girl Cheng Xueman coming in from the west hanging flower gate with the help of their respective maids, she took a deep breath and bent her knees: "Say hello to the second lady and the second girl." ”

When she saluted, she seemed to unintentionally pull Cheng Xueyan's skirt, Cheng Xueyan involuntarily bent her knees, and said softly: "Say hello to Erniang." ”

Just thinking about whether his posture was correct, he was helped up by Tang Fanrou, who was walking quickly: "Your body is just right, these false courtesies will be exempted." ”

Cheng Xueman's featureless face smiled at her who was neither enthusiastic nor alienated, and everyone's beautiful demeanor was fully displayed, and the eyes of the single eyelid were raised, flashing a trace of curiosity, but they didn't say anything.

"I went to Ganlu Temple yesterday to make a vow, and when I came back in the evening, I heard about you, and I should have gone over to see it immediately, but it was too late, and I thought you were already asleep......" Tang Fanrou took her hand, kind and worried.

"Annoying Erniang is worried about ......"

"Alas, how can you be so polite, we are a family, and you have lost your mother since childhood...... Alas, how do I talk about this? She stroked Cheng Xueyan's hand: "It's okay to be light, you're like this now, it's okay to ......"

As he was talking, a young green dressed young green walked out.

"Second lady, eldest girl, second girl," she bent her knees slightly, although there was a smile on her face, but there was obvious displeasure and disdain: "If there is something to talk about later, Madame has been waiting for a long time." ”

The two of them immediately shut up, Tang Fan was solemn and walked into the door.

Cheng Xueyan looked up and saw that in front of her were four vermilion doors open in pairs, which were embossed with auspicious patterns, and surrounded by the plaques of "Furong Hall" on the beams.

retracted his gaze, and suddenly saw Cheng Xueman standing on the side with his head half-hung down, a snow-white neck revealing a pink and purple collar, which was very moving.

Although the girls of the Cheng family have their own merits, they are the same white skin of the frost and snow.

She just wanted to ask Cheng Xueman why she didn't follow her mother into the door, but she stepped into the high threshold with Bitong's support, and Cheng Xueman followed.

Cheng Xueyan understands that this move is to show that the young and old are in order.

If she didn't know much about the rules of Cheng Mansion before, now she feels extremely nervous and depressed, and even a little afraid, if she makes a mistake, will she be dragged out and beaten to death?

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a few maids standing in front of me, dressed in various colors and dresses, but they were a uniform light color, even if it was red, it was also an unassuming light crimson color. They all comb their buns, decorated with scattered beaded flowers, and also have particularly eye-catching hairpins, which should be appreciated by the master. Some of them comb their hair in a bun, some tie the rest of their hair into two braids or put it on their chests or hang down behind them, and some only have one braid like Bitong. In addition, there are four grandmothers standing in the room, with uniform dark skirts and thin skirts, standing with their hands down. When they saw them come in, they all bowed their knees, but none of them spoke.

Cheng Xueyan swept around, indignant in her heart, the girl here picked out any one of them and dressed brighter than her. She glared at Bi Tong fiercely, but Bi Tong didn't realize it, compared to Bi Tong's cold and emerald spring shirt and skirt was also very eye-catching, and she couldn't help but be even more annoyed. This girl, because of last night's heart-to-heart consideration, thinks she's a good bully.

When he was angry, he planned to withdraw his arm from Bi Tong's support, but Bi Tong was very persistent in "hijacking" her and walking towards the rosewood arch in front.

This is the outer room, but whenever the master comes here to discuss matters, the accompanying girls can only stand here, not entered, although the tables and chairs are complete, but no one dares to sit. And Bitong was worried that her master had just recovered from a serious illness, and if something went wrong, she would inevitably be punished, so she had the courage to help her into the inner hall.

As soon as she entered, she was once again attracted by the women who were like flowers, and the fragrance of all kinds came to her nose, as if a hall was decorated into an indoor flower garden.

The ground is covered with a crimson carpet, weaving a flower pattern, with the seat of Du Mizhen in the east as the first, behind him is a large mural of butterfly dancing hibiscus, but it is not an ordinary painting, the butterfly wings and peonies on it seem to be pieced together with very detailed bird feathers, lifelike, and also lined with a solemn face Du Mizhen is particularly imposing.

There are four Taishi chairs on the left and right sides, two by two, one pair, with a small interval in the middle. The first on the left hand side is the second lady Tang Fanrou, followed by Du Yingzi, and the first person on the right hand side is Cheng Xueyao, but in addition to these four, there are also a few unfamiliar faces, but they are also beautiful and colorful, reflecting each other, even if Cheng Xueyao's slightly mediocre face is placed here, it also adds a lot of color.

Therefore, being with a beautiful woman will definitely make your beauty discounted, on the contrary, if you compare a woman to a flower, then there are hundreds of flowers, all kinds of flowers, and women will have a thousand forms, and they will be delicate.

Looking around, I was attracted by the woman sitting next to Cheng Xueyao opposite.

The woman looked about her age, and she was just as weak as she was. The facial features are very fine, the eyebrows are like a knife cutting willow leaves, the eyes are watery, the tip of the nose is slightly upturned, and the lips are Zhu Dan, and they are like smiling without speaking. Although she has been carefully dressed, she can still see that she is definitely a beautiful woman, and she can be called the leader of these flowers. If you have to find anything wrong, it is that her cheekbones are slightly prominent, but fortunately, her face is round and her cheeks are fleshy, which makes her look a little more blessed. At this moment, she was casually tidying up the silk skirt embroidered with the same color moon flowers in Dongfang Xiaose, but when she saw Cheng Xueyan looking at her, she glanced back very implicitly, her head lowered slightly, both reserved and decent.

But at her glance, Cheng Xueyan suddenly found that she seemed to be very much like a person, and was pondering, when a barely audible sigh suddenly came from behind her, and she found that she had been standing at the door, and there was a Cheng Xueman behind her.

At this time, a light laugh came, following the prestige, but it was Du Yingzi, covering her mouth with wide sleeves decorated with silver and white lace in rouge, which seemed to be trying to hide her laughter, but it seemed that there was something really funny that made her laugh out loud.

"Xue Yan really has amnesia, and she has stared at us for so long. Come on, I'm a warm-hearted person, so let me introduce you to the next ......."

She squirmed to her feet, still smiling as if she couldn't help but hide.

She pulled Cheng Xueyan here, and Cheng Xueman came in the door, and she saluted Du Mizhen to Wanfu.

Cheng Xueyan immediately told herself that in this time and space, as long as she met someone higher than her status, she should give a salute, so she was also ready to bend her knees in front of Du Mizhen, but was directly dragged forward by Du Yingzi.

"Meet Madame. Although you lost your mother at a young age, your sister has always regarded you as her own, and no one can forget your wife. ”