But it was said that Ruan Yuyi stayed under the table, staring at the light that came in through the gap below, but she heard someone outside wondering, Miss.

But no one answered.

She knew that since Mu Xiang had asked this question, it showed that Zhaorong and they were not nearby. So he lifted a corner of the table, answered the call, and tried to come out from below.

She was in a hurry to get up, but she didn't know how many cases she had encountered, and in an unexpected situation, this time the impact was really heavy, she was stunned, and her little face wrinkled and squatted down again.

Mu Xiang put down the bearing plate, and wanted to step forward to protect her hand for a while, and then said helplessly, "Miss, you should be careful." With that, he pulled her out from underneath.

She rubbed it a few times and was knocked into the place, but she didn't cry out in pain, laughed, and asked instead, "Did you see Eldest Princess Zhaorong when you came in?"

"The princess is here?" Mu Xiang was startled, "The slave only heard the voice of someone next door." "If the princess were nearby, wouldn't it be very easy to find that the young lady was also here, and they would have avoided it.

Confirming that she would not meet Zhaorong head-on when she went out at this time, Ruan Yuyi thought for a moment and said, "This place is close to the small gate, we will leave from that side, and we will not be noticed." ”

When they went out from the banyan tree, the sky was already raining, and it was slightly cool on people. Ruan Yuyi gathered her shawl, planning to return home as soon as possible before the rain began to fall heavily.

Leaving Zhaorong in place, Jiang Huaiyang didn't plan to care about what happened to her later, but according to Zhaorong's temperament, he couldn't kneel for a long time and just talked.

He walked to the next wing, and his hand fell on the door, and as he did not push it, he suddenly noticed that the door seemed to be opening a little wider than before. He lowered his eyes, but still went in.

There was really no one inside, and the little lady's bego-colored figure was nowhere to be seen, only a few cases were still quietly placed on the sand pot and a pair of cups.

It's a fast one. He sneered, picked up the clay pot, and poured himself half a cup of tea.

He didn't taste it carefully, and as soon as he raised his head for half a cup of tea, he went down. Then as usual, he planned to go to the Buddha hall to incense, and when he passed by Fangcai's wing, he glanced at it, and he really didn't see Zhaorong's figure.

During the day, there are many times when the Buddha hall does not light candles, and the light is dim due to heavy rain at this time, so the Buddha hall is also very dark.

When I approached the Buddha statue and planned to take incense, I saw a pile of rice paper on the offering table, which was sealed with cotton thread. He wondered in his heart that the people around here should not be able to enter.

Jiang Huaiyang picked up the object, flipped through it casually, and saw the fly-headed Xiaokai on it, which confirmed the guess in his heart.

Although it is identifiable that it was written by the same person, the handwriting on the top changes slightly every few pages, indicating that the verses were transcribed at different times.

I don't know how much effort she spent on these papers.

He could even imagine her sitting upright in front of several desks, a few slender fingers pinching the barrel of the pen, carefully writing down every word.

If a breeze blows from the window, her sideburns are slightly scattered, and it falls on her snow-like skin, and a few strokes are like carefully drawn strokes. And she was not annoyed, she only picked up the green silk and pulled it behind her ear.

He couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and suddenly remembered that she burned paper in the Buddhist hall.

It happened to be a rainy day that day, and the little lady squatted in front of the copper basin, only a small lump. The fire in the basin burned the air in front of her, and he looked at her through the fire, but he felt that her appearance was not real.

To this day, he can still feel the emptiness in his heart at that time. It is clear that the person is in front of him, but he feels that the person is far away in the sky, and he can't touch it, and he won't give him a response.

It seems that the people in front of him are also imagined by him, just like those absurd dreams.

Cheng Fu.

Ruan Yuyi and the two of them went to the verandah, and the rain on the back feet suddenly became heavier, like a pour, forming a rain curtain under the verandah. She couldn't help but take another look.

"It's raining sensibly," Mu Xiang glanced at and said happily, "Otherwise, we'll be trapped outside." ”

The two chatted casually, then walked towards the east chamber, borrowed an umbrella from a passing maid, and were able to enter the house.

Mu Ling hurriedly brought warm milk to her to remove the cold. Ruan Yuyi took it, held it in her hand, and drank half a cup in one go, she seemed to be able to feel the warm current flowing into her body, making her whole body recover from the dampness of the rainy day.

She put the cup on the table.

Mu Ling celadon cup went down a little half, and then added some more for her, "Miss, the cloth shop has sent the finished clothes, do you want to take a look?" ”

Ruan Yuyi bowed her head, "Go and get it." "Only after seeing it in person, trying it, do you know whether it is suitable for your heart, whether the size is right, a little unsatisfactory, but do not send it back to the cloth shop to negotiate with it, maybe after a while I don't like it, and I will never wear it again.

The clothes were stored in the boxes where she kept her dresses. Mu Ling took the clothes and came back quickly, she handed one of them to Mu Xiang, and she unfolded the one in her hand and handed it to the young lady for her to look at carefully.

The workmanship is indeed good, the stitches are fine, and the style is novel, which is very suitable for a young lady of Ruan Yuyi's age. After seeing this, she asked Mu Ling to put things away.

After all, she sewed no faster than the cloth shop alone, and the dress in her hand was indeed still unfinished, so she took advantage of her leisure time to miss a few more stitches.

When she raised her eyes again, it was getting late, and Mu Ling was lighting a candle for her, and said in her mouth, "Miss take a break, and it won't be too late for the slave to light these things, so as not to damage her eyes." ”

originally planned to continue embroidering, but after a delay in the middle, Ruan Yuyi suddenly felt more tired than before she didn't rest, so she simply collected the needle and thread.

Seeing this, Mu Xiang also stepped forward to remove the hairpin ring for her. The ornaments on her hairpin were not complicated, and they were dismantled in a short time. Seeing that the objects in the makeup box were a little messy, Mu Xiang took care of it.

Suddenly, her hand paused for a moment, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. And then it went on and on.

Ruan Yuyi looked strange and asked casually, "What are you looking for?" ”

"Miss," Mu Xiang's brows furrowed even tighter, "that butterfly silver hairpin is where you are?" She couldn't find it after rummaging through it, convinced that she hadn't missed it, but that it was really gone.

"I haven't moved, haven't you always pulled my hair for me?" Ruan Yuyi also realized at this moment that this was something missing.

Then she called Mu Ling over and asked, and she said that she had never seen it.

Mu Xiang closed the makeup box, pondered for a moment, and proposed, "Why don't you go and ask a few others in the courtyard?" "Losing things is a small matter, if someone has unclean hands and feet, it is absolutely impossible to keep it around.

It's just a hairpin this time, so will it be Miss's silver next time? And next time?

Thinking like this, Mu Xiang felt that he urgently needed to ask at this time.

"Let's stay," Ruan Yuyi looked outside, and when she saw that it was getting late, she said, "I'm talking about this matter tomorrow, and after your affairs are over, remember to go back and rest." "It's such a small yard, and there's no need to worry about where things can go.