Chapter 26: Bloody Letterhead
Bae Daozhu listened to her ridicule and humiliation.
The delicate and bright little face is still calm and abnormal.
After a while, she slowly closed the folding fan in her hand.
She raised her eyes, her smile was still gentle: "Sister Cui was born in a famous family, she is the proud daughter of the sky, all the good things in the world should be yours, who dares to compete with you?" ”
Cui Lingren rolled his eyes.
Pei Daozhu's Chengfu is deep, these words seem to be sincere, but in fact, they are all scenes.
She warned: "You'd better get to know each other." ”
She got up to entertain others, and the maid followed her: "Girl's trick is really good at scolding Huai!" However, Pei Daozhu's face is also really thick, and he can still laugh when he is so humiliated by you! ”
"Thick-skinned?" Cui Lingren sneered, "She's not thick-skinned, she's a deep city." Pei Daozhu has the ability to calculate others, and she also has the measure of swallowing her anger, this kind of woman is not simple, and it is definitely not comparable to Gu Yanwan and others. ”
After a pause, she said faintly: "However, what if she is powerful?" I, Cui Lingren, am not a vegetarian, she had better not covet my ninth master, otherwise, I will not let her go! ”
As the master and servant were talking, there was a sudden commotion not far away:
"Oh no, something happened to Xiaolangjun of the Xie family!"
Cui Lingren was startled and hurriedly rushed over.
Bae Do-joo also noticed the commotion over there.
That little Langjun of the Xie family was only seven or eight years old, and he fell unconscious in the arms of the servant, and his appearance of convulsions from time to time was very scary.
The maid cried loudly: "Xiao Langjun accidentally ate the fruit of Nantianzhu, how can this be good!" ”
The fruit of Nantian bamboo is red and bright, like a bunch of small cherries, which will be eaten by children if you are not careful, but it is poisonous.
Cui Lingren immediately scolded: "What's the use of crying?!" Why don't you go get a doctor! Someone, carry him back to the house! ”
Fortunately, the little guy eats less, and his body is not in serious trouble.
However, because of this, the good little banquet still broke up.
Pei Daozhu stood in the corner, staring thoughtfully at the ducks and cranes, and after a while, he took a deep look at the Nantian bamboo before leaving with the crowd.
She returned to Xiangfei Garden.
Pillow Star personally cooked a plate of pear blossom cake, and happily held it to Pei Daozhu: "The girl is back, the slave maid saw that the pear blossoms in Jinliang Garden were blooming very well, so she learned to make pear blossom cake with other sisters, it is still hot, you can taste it!" ”
Pei Daozhu sat down elegantly and tasted half of it: "It tastes good." ”
Pillow Star smiled: "Yes, the slave maid also thinks it is delicious!" ”
Pei Daozhu recalled the sweet fragrance between his lips and teeth, and seemed to mention it inadvertently: "When I came back, I saw that the Nantian bamboo over there in the Moon Pavilion had a lot of fruits, and it was very beautiful and red. You pluck a few for me and use them to decorate the boudoir. ”
Pillow Xing's eyes lit up: "Yes, Nantian bamboo is really good-looking, slave maid will pick it!" ”
Her temperament was as innocent as a child, and she immediately went to pick Nantian bamboo in a hurry.
Pei Daozhu watched her run out, and a coldness flashed in Danfeng's eyes.
She didn't want to offend the Cui family and the eldest princess, so she had no intention of arguing with Cui Lingren.
But Cui Ling shouldn't have humiliated her in front of everyone.
What do you say that she is the candidate for the god of flowers, and she is also the one who married Xiao Xuance, if there is no Cui family and the eldest princess, what is she?
She Pei Daozhu has never been a reluctant temperament.
A plan quietly took shape in the girl's heart.
……
It's night.
Tomorrow is the Day of the Flowers.
Pei Daozhu was dressed in a white bedrobe and sat quietly in front of the makeup mirror.
She combed her hair in the mirror, and the wooden comb was combed to the ends of her hair one by one, and the afterglow was not in the mirror, but landed on a mahogany snack box.
She put down the wooden comb, stretched out her jade white fingertips, and gently lifted the food box.
There are two snacks in the food box.
The cinnabar red pastry, only larger than a thumb and dotted with a few peach blossoms, is soft and delicious, and is more delicate and rare than the dim sum made by the palace chef.
Dim sum made of Nantian bamboo, I hope Cui Ling people like it.
Pei Daozhu covered the food box with an expressionless face.
The spring breeze blows open the flower window.
Pei Daozhu walked to the window and was about to close the window to go to bed, but found that there was an extra sprig of white camellia on the windowsill.
At the bottom of the flower branch, there is still a piece of flower paper.
Pei Daozhu opened the flower paper:
- There is a beautiful woman, and I will never forget it. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy.
The handwriting on the paper was more sloppy and chaotic than the previous two times, showing a strange dark red hue, filled with a faint bloody atmosphere, as if it was written in human blood, as if the person could no longer suppress his love for the beautiful woman.
Pei Daozhu's hand trembled.
She threw down the white camellia and the papyrus paper and walked out of the dormitory barefoot.
She peered into the courtyard.
A few green gauze lamps hanging under the eaves illuminated the mottled flower shadows in the corner, it was late at night, and the people in Xiangfeiyuan were resting, and there was no half a figure around.
Who is it......
Who was it that brought her such bloody letterheads?
In Pei Daozhu's mind, the faceless corpse in the pond suddenly appeared.
The night breeze blows, and the petals flutter.
It was obviously a warm and quiet spring night, but Pei Daozhu only felt cold, and couldn't help but wrap his cold arms.
Biting her lip, she turned and fled back to her dormitory.
on the roof.
The sturdy and agile man squatted in the shadows, lifted a piece of green tile, stared at the girl who returned to the dormitory almost greedily, and let out a crazy and ambiguous sigh: "Qingxi Goddess......"
……
The Flower God Festival is coming as promised.
It is early in the morning, Jiankang City is already crowded, the people from the north and south of the river are pouring into the city to see the lively, more rich and noble, have booked the elegant seats of the major restaurants along the street in advance, just wait for tonight to watch the triennial street feast.
What they are looking forward to the most is naturally this year's god of flowers.
"I have lived in Jiankang for ten years, and I have been fortunate enough to witness three flower gods, good guys, that is called a country and a city! I don't know what kind of family it should be to afford such a delicate beauty! ”
"Haha, you and I can't afford to support you anyway. I've heard that the previous flower gods have all married very well, either into the royal family or into a high-ranking family. ”
"Speaking of which, I am also a well-known wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River, and I dare not call myself rich and rival the country, but I also have a lot of money. You say, "If I ask to marry this year's god of flowers, will the beauty agree?" ”
"Come on, Prince Wang Sun still wants to fight for your life, which round will you and me!"
“……”
The city is bustling.
Jinliang Garden has also prepared a carriage to send the Langjun girls who live in the garden into the city at any time to enjoy the fun.
At this time, everyone gathered in Cui Lingren's courtyard to watch her dress up.
With the decoration of various rouge gouaches, the little face in the mirror becomes more and more beautiful.
The maid pulled Cui Lingren's long hair into a hibiscus bun, and the gorgeous hairpin ornaments lined her with wealth and grace, as if she couldn't wear all the treasures in the world on her body.
Cui Lingren dressed up properly, and changed into a specially embroidered white big-sleeved dance skirt behind the screen, and then he was surrounded by maids and walked out.
She spun around and confidently asked, "How?" ”
The girls in the room gathered around her and admired:
"Sister Lingren is so good-looking!"
"It's more beautiful than the goddess of flowers in previous years!"
"Yan overwhelms the audience, like a goddess descending to earth!"
“……”
They were boisterous.
Pei Daozhu sat in the corner eating tea, laughing while watching.
Xiao Heng was also pulled over by Lu Ji and sat next to Pei Daozhu.
He sneered: "I was robbed of my position, can I still laugh? Pei Daozhu in my impression is not a generous and kind person. ”
Pei Daozhu's phoenix eyes were shining, and his tone was very innocent: "Why did Uncle Nine say this?" I have always had no quarrel with the world to repay grievances with virtue, and Uncle Nine should not slander me. ”
The two were talking, and Cui Ling came over.
She stood in front of Xiao Heng, put down a little pride, and said expectantly: "What does the Ninth Master think, how is Ling Ren dressed today?" Can you afford the name of the god of flowers? ”
Xiao Heng paused and said, "I can afford it." ”
He said this, but there was no appreciation in his eyes.
is stacked with gold beads and jewelry, and her demeanor is very mediocre, Cui Lingren, a famous talented woman in Jiankang City, is actually just a vulgar fan.
Tacky.
Cui Lingren didn't notice that his words were insincere, and he suppressed the corners of his mouth in a reserved manner, and turned to Pei Daozhu condescendingly: "What does Miss Pei think?" ”
Pei Daozhu's eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and his voice was soft: "Just like the fairy of Yaotai, Chang'e in the moon." ”
said this, but his eyes were full of sarcasm.
How can there be a flower god wearing a head full of pearls, Cui Ling is beautiful, but after all, he lacks a little aura.
She can't afford to be the god of flowers, and she can't control the scene tonight.
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