"He is my previous master, and I am now also a maid in Jiafu, what does the prince want me to do, throw my face and leave?" Qingwen said.

"I ...... No, I'm just ......" Shui Rong explained anxiously, "I just don't want you to have more contact with other men." ”

"Does the prince think that every palace lady who pours you wine at the palace banquet will be interesting to you?" Qingwen said coldly.

"Hmm...... Although it is certainly not all of them, after all, some of the people who poured wine were from my mother's generation, how could they like me? Shui Rong sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of tea. That look, let alone a prince, even a decent subordinate in Jiafu will not be like this.

Qingwen looked at him with a somewhat complacent look, and was very disdainful, such people, these are the people who let women like themselves one after another, like Jin Chuan and Qiu Wen, give away their lives, although there must be their own reasons, but without them, would they be like this, their own in the previous life, Jin Chuan in the previous life, and Qiu Wen in this life.

"Lord, please go out, my small temple can't afford your big Buddha." As she spoke, Qingwen opened the doors and windows one by one. Shui Rong looked at the windows outside and panicked, after all, it was a busy time now, and the whole house was preparing for the big banquet after Baoyu came back, and Rongxi Hall was the courtyard where the housewife lived, and it was simply the most crowded place in Jiafu.

Shui Rong saw that Qingwen was really opening the windows, and he didn't hesitate at all, gritted his teeth, and went out in a hurry.

Qingwen turned her head to see the embarrassed back flashing out of the window, and smiled bitterly in her heart, such a person, she still wants to go to the twilight with him in the future, it is really terrifying to think about.

Qingwen closed the door and window, and found a random set of clothes to change, and when she changed clothes, the fan sleeve fell out of the sleeve and fell to the ground, Qingwen originally planned to find a pair of scissors to cut this thing into pieces.

But after thinking about it, after all, it is something that I have worked so hard to make, and every stitch and thread has cost me my own efforts, rather than let it be destroyed under the scissors, it is better to send it to the embroidery village on the lie I said before, and exchange it for a small amount of silver, at least I can meet a person who really appreciates it, so that it is not in vain to waste my own handwork, and then I stuffed the fan cover under the pillow.

After Qingwen hurriedly changed her clothes, she returned to Rongxi Hall, at this time it was already the beginning of the lanterns, and the dinner was prepared in the courtyard of the main house where Jia's mother lived, so Mrs. Wang was preparing to go to Jia's mother at this time, and Baoyu was also on the side, helping Mrs. Wang to make up her makeup, saying that it was a make-up, but Qiu Fu was doing it on the side, and Baoyu was blindly directing on the side, and Tanchun on the side was covering her mouth and snickering.

Mrs. Wang saw Qingwen coming from the mirror, and hurriedly beckoned Qingwen over, feeling as if she was relieved, and said: "You just rest, what kind of makeup do I paint at my age, what do you say Qiufu and their buns are too old-fashioned, now let your sister Qingwen come, you can always trust your sister Qingwen's craftsmanship." “

Mrs. Wang pretended to push Baoyu: "Hurry up, hurry up, let your sister Qingwen comb me a nice one, like you, others don't know, I think there is an old goblin in our house." Hearing these words, Tanchun on the side finally couldn't help it, and laughed on Jin Chuan beside him, and the maids laughed breathlessly, but they didn't dare to be as presumptuous as the master, just biting the handkerchief, or covering their faces and laughing.

When Baoyu saw her mother's appearance, she may also feel that the makeup she instructed was inappropriate, but she wanted to laugh but was embarrassed to laugh, so she had to hold her face red.

Seeing this, Qingwen also forced a smile and stepped forward to make up for Mrs. Wang, in fact, the makeup Baoyu said is not ugly, and it is not strange, but the person who painted it is not suitable, the rouge on the cheeks, the long eyebrows that fly into the temples, are suitable for a plump body, a graceful and delicate girl, Mrs. Wang is now over forty years old, although it is well maintained, but the face still can't be looked at carefully, plus these days I worry too much, and a few fine lines have climbed on the face, which is not suitable for heavy makeup.

Otherwise, it will be like now, with thick rouge and fine lines at the corners of the eyes on the face, looking like a sun-dried red date, not only failed to fill in the charm of a young woman as Baoyu thought, but looked old and weird, but fortunately, Mrs. Wang is the master, if any subordinate dares to do this, I am afraid that the next day, at the door of the well in the whole capital, there will be one more joke of an old girl dressed up.

After Qingwen came, she first wiped off some of the rouge on Mrs. Wang's face, leaving only a thin layer, which looked not abrupt and looked good, and wiped off the long eyebrows, replaced them with more dignified and gentle eyebrows, and carefully dotted a little lipstick to moisturize the lips.

In this way, the fine lines on Mrs. Wang's face are not obvious, and her lips are also moistened and plumped by lipstick, coupled with the dignified but not old-fashioned stroking eyebrows, she looks several years younger than before, and it is the kind of natural youth, not frivolous, not deliberate.

"Sister Qingwen's wonderful hand, Mrs. looks much younger than before, Brother Bao, women are better at things like makeup and combing, you, it's better to go to study and learn words early, compare with men, these things, we girls have a natural advantage." Tanchun joked with a serious face.

And Baoyu on the side also made a solemn gesture to Tan Zuo: "What the third sister said is that my brother will take the exam tomorrow to fight for you and your mother." “

"You monkey forehead," Mrs. Wang said as she listened to the words of the two siblings, laughing so hard that she couldn't straighten her waist, and patted Baoyu on the back.

Then the three of them went to Jia's mother together, and Qingwen went back to her residence.

The cold moonlight and the cold room made Qingwen feel that the wind tonight seemed to be colder than before. Qingwen lit the lamp in the house, a lamp like a bean, in the cold room, the candlelight shook the figure, adding to the sadness.

Qingwen suddenly felt that the previous time when Shui Rong painted together seemed to have been separated for a long time, and it felt a little unreal, like something in a dream, those warm, vivid memories, now I think about it.

It feels unreal, even if it was the quarrel between the two in the afternoon, Qingwen felt like a world away, and she looked so good that she forgot the details.

Qingwen suddenly turned around and dragged out a box under the bed, opened it and saw that it was the brush and ink that she and Shui Rong painted together on weekdays, and the paint was not fresh in the dim light, and the cinnabar with red makeup seemed to have been put for decades, and the color was stagnant, like a pool of solidified stagnant water.

Qingwen wanted to take these things out and draw a few strokes, but she felt as if she had lost all her strength, like a flower being drained of water, without vitality, only a soft and weak shape.

Qingwen turned off the lights, and lay on the bed in kimono, it was lively and noisy outside, but the wall at the door was like a sieve, only bringing in the complicated human voices, and as for the warmth and joy, there was no half of it.

Qingwen felt that the world was simply fooling herself, and she didn't know how long it took, in the excitement and silence, Qingwen finally fell asleep.

Shui Rong went to inspect the farming with the emperor today for a whole day, the second dragon raised its head in February, it has always been a big day for the whole country, on this day the emperor wants to worship Sheji, and the queen also wants to lead the female dependents of the harem to worship the silkworm god.

Originally, in previous years, the emperor was directly in the palace to worship and finish, but somehow, perhaps in order to educate the princes to be sympathetic to the people's feelings, he took a group of princes in the palace out of the palace, and went to the counties around the capital to investigate the people's feelings.

Shui Rong originally planned to go to Qingwen early today, and then confess his heart to her seriously, after all, after several months of hard work, the staff of the Beijing Palace, finally formulated a complete set of plans for Qingwen's life experience, Shui Rong returned to the mansion last night, heard this, and wanted to tell her the good news on the spot, but back in Jiafu, Qingwen had already turned off the lights and slept, and Shui Rong had to give up, and finally on the second day, he was arrested by the emperor as a coolie.

The emperor traveled for a day today, and saw that the people under his rule were cultivating and weaving and planting, and the people lived and worked in peace and contentment. The princes are fine, just a little boring, but Shui Rong is in good spirits all day to prevent assassins from happening.

At night, the emperor finally drove back to the palace, and after returning to the mansion, he washed up, and the first thing he did was to find Qingwen.

Arrived at Jiafu Rongxi Hall, outside Qingwen's door, Shui Rong saw that the lights in the house were out, and he felt a little lost, he thought that Qingwen would be as usual, with the lights on, smiling and waiting for him, the two could paint together, chat together, and wait until a suitable time, he could confess his heart to him, Shui Rong thought about many possibilities for them to be together along the way, but he didn't expect that Qingwen didn't wait for herself today, and didn't leave the light. Shui Rong sneaked into Qingwen's house quietly, somehow. Shui Rong always felt that this room was extremely cold today.

Shui Rong walked to the bed, the red curtain on the bed, shrouded Qingwen in a layer of red smoke, like a dream, even Qingwen's face was also set off by the tulle, as if painted rouge flush, thin eyebrows, slightly wrinkled, as if something unhappy, couldn't it be that she came too late today, she fell asleep unhappy, so in the dream, she was not happy?

Shui Rong lifted the window screen, and a wave of heat came from the surface, only to see Qingwen's face flushed, her cheeks and neck were covered with sweat, and even her hair and pillows were wet with sweat, but her mouth was still squirming, "It's cold, it's cold." It's just that Shui Rong just passed through the bed curtain and didn't hear it, Shui Rong put his hand on Qingwen's forehead, and it was really hot