Song Yusui hesitated: "It's hard to let Mr. be trapped in such a simple room, in a few days, Song Yusui will think about how to give him a place to go!" ”

He Weizhi took the mortar, gently grinded the nameless grass and trees, and said: "Chun'er tells you that you can't complain about Niangniang, it is Weichen who caused trouble, and she also got involved with Niangniang, and Niangniang is fine." ”

"Chun'er has also been punished with a cane! Now that she has been demoted to a palace maid, Song Yuxuan will think of a way. This is the evaluation of the word "palace prostitute" by Li Qingzhao, a famous female lyricist in the Qing Dynasty, in the "Theory of Words". This cannot be said to be unreasonable, but it is her point of view after all. The meaning of the word "palace prostitute" is clear. There is no need for Song Yuxuan to do this matter, Biru is the book of the Shanggong Bureau, and the affairs of the palace maids are handled by the Shanggong Bureau.

He Weizhi kept pounding his paint. Song Yuxuan pointed to Fang Cai's eerie drawing paper and said, "Master, what are you doing?" “

"Don't worry," He Weizhi poured the beige juice in the mortar into the paper, and the paper revealed a light red, the author was surprised, He Weizhi explained: "This pigment is hidden when used, and it must be revealed by a special liquid, but the recipe is still a little ambiguous, and the effect is light and tasteless."

He gave the pen to Song Yuqiu, who tried again, and the result was successful. He once again carried Fang Zi to Song Yuqiu, Song Yuqiu discussed with him for a while, and Song Yuqiu praised it: "This is a good idea, the teacher may be able to use it to become famous in one fell swoop." "Then what should you tell me about the name of this prescription?" Song Yuxuan asked suspiciously. "Call it "The Finishing Touch"!" He replied. So, can this prescription be called the "finishing touch"? The painter came from a humble background, but when he became a famous painter, he could enter the Hanlin Academy, and there was a precedent for this in the Zhongzong Dynasty.

He humbly excused himself and said: "Wechen studied carefully, but he did his part!" "He's a very ordinary person, so ordinary that he can't be more ordinary. But in Song Yuxuan's impression, there is a special person - He Weizhi. That year, it was a bit cold. He Weizhi was drinking tea at home. Chun'er just lifted the tea tray, served the tea uprightly, and handed over He Weizhi's teacup, her cheeks were as red as the sunset, and she couldn't hide the thoughts in her heart, but He Weizhi faced it calmly, and Song Yuxuan couldn't help but sigh when she saw it.

Song Yusui smelled the juice in the mortar, mixed with the smell of a lot of herbs, and for a while Song Yusui couldn't say why, Song Yusui smiled: "There are so many kinds of grass!" Is the gentleman busy alone? "That's right, Song Yuyu and the others are busy!" "How many people are there in Song Yuxuan?" "Chun'er! Chun'er! Chun'er whispered beside Song Yuqiu. Speaking of words, Song Yuxuan looked at the heart of Jiao Shay Chun'er, and she should be able to complete it for her.

He Weizhi swept her lightly and said, "She wants to help you, but she is very unfamiliar with every grass and tree, and she has the meaning of doing it herself." He Weizhi is the daughter of Xue Mozhi and grew up beside her parents. Xue Mozhi's attitude towards He Weizhi has always been cold, and he doesn't like her. "Song Yuxuan thinks you are not worthy of love! There was a faint estrangement between his words, was it Xue Mozhi who coerced him with the love that he couldn't meet, he hated Chun'er, and hated Chun'er for dragging him into the quagmire.

Chun'er lowered her head after hearing this, and cried according to her temper or already annoyed by this sentence: "Chun'er is smart and clever, no matter how well the teacher teaches, she will learn well." ”

He Weizhi showed ridicule and contempt, and said: "She is now a palace maid, and the old pestle is inappropriate for Weichen here, and I implore the mother to take her away, so as not to get into trouble!" ”

Song Yuqiu clearly saw the tears dripping from Chun'er's hands, He Weizhi didn't seem to even look down on himself, didn't say a word, and kept studying these paints. Chun'er cried very sadly. Her face was pale with tears, her hands were shaky from trembling, and her voice was muffled with sadness. Song Yuxuan thought that she must be very sad, right? Song Yusui accompanied the sobbing Chun'er to the porch outside, Biru didn't know what to do when she saw this, Song Yuqiu waved her hand and motioned Chun'er to retreat with her servants, leaving Song Yuqiu alone to talk to Chun'er.

"The teacher doesn't dislike you, but for your safety, don't be sad."

Chun'er was still crying and said: "Niangniang doesn't need to comfort the slave maid, the slave knows that she is now the most lowly palace maid, and she is more and more unworthy of being a gentleman, and she will never be worthy of being a gentleman." "What's wrong with you, kid? How to cry! "Song Yuxuan's illness is not completely cured, how can she cry!" As she spoke, she began to cry again. "Why are you crying? Chun'er cried like an abandoned woman, and she was very unhappy to hear it.

Song Yuqiu wanted to blurt out that if it weren't for you, how could he be coerced by Xue Mozhi and he was almost lost, so he persuaded each other: "In the end, you take care of him all the time?" He doesn't necessarily love you, that's for you. Gossip in the palace can kill people. You and him have men and women, and Xingyuntang is also forbidden in the palace. Song Yuxuan put the words here, think about it yourself! ”

Chun'er raised her head and glanced at Song Yusui suspiciously, revealing a few unexpected surprises, she should have been moved by Song Yuxuan's words, Song Yusui took the opportunity to say: "In addition, you can transfer Lan Ruotang, at least you don't have to be tortured by Xingyuntang!" Mr. still has a cloud to think about! He cares about you! ”

Chun'er whispered something, Song Yuxuan couldn't hear it clearly, so she comforted her a few more words. She smiled, "Chun'er, you know what? On the way back to Lan Ruotang, Song Yuxuan instructed Bi Ru to transfer Chun'er to Lan Ruotang in another 2 months, the cause of Xue Mozhi's death, it is estimated that many people do not care, and at that time, no one would think of such a small role as Chun'er.

In March, the pear blossoms bloomed very beautifully, and fell to the ground proudly, Song Yuxuan changed into a lake-green regular dress, rolled up her sleeves, and took the palace maids to the courtyard to pick pear blossoms and prepare wine. The pear blossoms are blooming thickly, and Song Yuxuan gently puts the petals into the cup, and a light touch will emit a burst of fragrance. "It smells so good!" Song Yuxuan shouted excitedly, "Come and taste it!" The childish petals are held in the palm of the hand, like a newborn baby, and the fragrance of pear blossoms is made into fine wine, and the taste of the wine will be more pure.

Song Yingche entered the courtyard, and Song Yusui also heard Biru and Yinlu arguing, and couldn't straighten her waist, until she saw the people kneeling in the courtyard, Song Yusui turned around and asked for peace.

Spread on the corridor with a brocade mat, and then move the red sandalwood dwarf to the outer room, the slave and maid walk before and after, bring out cakes, plum cakes and peach cakes, etc., a color of Beijing fruit is served on the lotus-shaped tray, naturally the best snow and water clouds are indispensable. "Miss, what are you doing here?" Biru asked hurriedly. "Song Yuxuan is going to deliver pears to others." She said. "Why?" Song Yuxuan asked. Song Yuqiu turned sideways and ordered Biru to bring Song Yuqiu's pipa over, then he raised his wrist slightly, poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, he smiled and said, "What are you asking people to collect pear blossoms for?" ”