From winter to spring, and then from spring to summer, summer is almost half now, but the scenery of Peking will not get tired of looking at it.

It seems that the little girl who has grown up a lot sits in the patio in a daze, listening to the opera sound of the Goolan next door - Xiaoyu invited her to listen to the opera, but she has heard all the operas to be rehearsed these days, and the business of Goolan is much better now, and it is not good to always occupy a seat in the past.

The moment when the sky turned from light to dark was not suitable for reading, the little maid also carefully held the book of poetry in her hand in her arms, she was illiterate, but begged the owner of the hook to teach her the two poems of the young master, every time she took it out and read it, even if she didn't understand some of the meaning, the little girl's heart was always a little sweet, like a corn stalk that she cut with her father and mother when she was a child.

It's just that it's not suitable to read word by word when it's dark, and the old man said that his eyes will be broken when he reads at this time, so it's good to read it again tomorrow morning.

After putting away the poetry collection, the little maid fetched a bucket of water from the well, and began to wipe the furniture again, the voice in front of the shop was much quieter, Miss Ziqing should be ready to close the store after finishing the account, the young master is right, Miss Ziqing does have a talent for doing business, in the past few months, the perfume business has improved a lot, every time she looks at the numbers on the account book, the little girl feels like she is dreaming.

Half a year ago, the young master was still worried about money, but now there is so much money that he doesn't know how to spend it.

At dusk, the heat dissipated a lot, but it still made people feel hot, and the little maid saw some sweat on her forehead, and struggled to tiptoe to wipe the cabinet on the height.

Nuohai hasn't come back for two months, and there is not even a news, Xiaoyu said that once he saw a figure limping on the street, like the young guy in the perfume shop at the beginning, but when he got closer, he was wearing a green shirt, but he looked more like a young master, so he didn't continue to chase it, and he didn't know how Nuohai was doing outside now.

Thinking of this, the little maid couldn't help but sigh, she was the only one left in this room in Beiping in the past two months... Life is as calm as water, occasionally go to the shop to help deliver goods, most of the time is to play with Xiaoyu, tidy up the house, compared to the previous days in the Song Mansion, it is simply a heaven and an earth, but the heart is always empty.

I should have listened to Xiaoyu if I knew it, and I asked the young master to take him to Jiangnan...

The night has completely fallen, the water in the basin has changed color, the smell of perfume wafts in the air, the wooden door squeaked, it was Miss Ziqing who came to say goodbye, the little girl smiled sweetly, and said goodbye to Miss Ziqing and Fu Yun, the huge shop and backyard, and the little girl was left alone.

Recently, there have been some rumors among the people, some say that Yan Wang Ye was really frightened crazy by the imperial court, some say that Yan Wang Ye is anti-willing, and some say that the imperial army will enter Beiping soon... Most of these gossips are listened to in the hook column, but the little maid doesn't care, but she is a little annoyed that the price of vegetables in the south of the city has risen a lot these days.

Although not everyone is panicked, since Yan Wangye returned to Beiping, it seems that there is really something wrong with this city.

Under the atmosphere of slaughter, even the little maid couldn't help but hoard some food, but the price of vegetables was too expensive, so she was reluctant to buy it.

After thinking about it, she went into the kitchen, intending to heat up yesterday's leftovers and drink a bowl of porridge with pickles.

I don't know when the young master will come back...

......

"How's the preparation going?"

In the remote streets and alleys where there are few pedestrians, Li Ziqing, who has been silently settling accounts since he got out of the shop, suddenly raised his head and smiled.

Fu Yun, who was following behind, was stunned, and then understood what her own lady meant, and her pretty face was dyed red: "It's almost... Erniu said that when his mother's condition improves, he will marry me. ”

"I'm sorry for you, I have to watch the shop with me, and I have to take care of Erniu's mother," Li Ziqing's face was a little pity, "The branch is already under construction, and when you get married, go over and be a shopkeeper, and when the time comes, there will be sister helpers from the Qinglou, so you don't have to be so tired." ”

This is something that was said before, Fu Yun was not surprised, but hesitated for a moment and said, "What about you, Miss?" ”

Li Ziqing pulled his hair: "What? ”

"When is the young lady going to get married?"

"I've been busy with the shop since I came out of the Qinglou, where can I find a lover who has been entrusted for life?" Li Ziqing stopped, and his green fingers tapped Fu Yun's forehead: "Do you really want me to marry Erniu with you?" ”

Fu Yun stuck out her tongue: "That... What about Gu Gongzi? ”

There was a hint of urgency on her face: "Or should I call the owner?" ”

Thinking of a certain Tsing Yi scholar who had been a few months away, Li Ziqing pursed the corners of his mouth: "Why did it get to Gu Gongzi again?" ”

"Miss really wants to pretend to be confused?" This time, Fu Yun's face was a little pitying, "That green shirt..."

The sunset on Li Ziqing's face became more and more red: "We came out of Qingfeng Building, and we all entrusted Gu Gongzi to take care of us, so we have today... I can't repay him, so I want to make him a dress..."

The more I talked about it, the quieter the voice became, probably because I thought of the process of making this dress, ran to many cloth houses in Beiping, bought the best ice silk, and finished the things in the shop every day, and sewed stitches and threads with the help of candles, and my fingers were full of thin wounds...

Is it really just a thank you gift?

"Gu Gongzi is a good person."

Fortunately, Fu Yun didn't like to see her own young lady's embarrassed maid, so she gave a step.

"Yes, yes."

"Gu Gongzi is not only handsome, but also full of literary talent, and the most commendable thing is that he is also helpful..."

"Yes, yes."

"So," Fu Yun patted Li Ziqing's forehead with the audacity, "If you miss it, will Miss regret it for the rest of her life?" ”

She smiled very brightly under the moonlight: "I'm going to get married, and the young lady will be alone in the future, and I feel uncomfortable thinking about it... It's hard to meet people like Gu Gongzi, and it's different from the scholars that the sisters in the building said before, these days the young lady is always holding that dress in a daze, is she hesitating to give it out? ”

Probably a prophecy, Li Ziqing's face darkened.

Yes, maybe Gu Gongzi just wants to find a shopkeeper by the way, but he doesn't think he is special? Maybe Gu Gongzi is like this to everyone, not only the flying snow peach blossoms he has seen, but also the little cart?

Maybe the throbbing in my heart is just wishful thinking?

Who made herself a woman in a green house...

She pulled her hair back, "Go home." ”