"Girl, look, is that person the second master Lian?" Jia Hui pointed to a man outside the car who was galloping towards an alley on horseback and whispered.

"Second Master Lian?" Qingwen looked in the direction of her finger, and sure enough, it was Jia Lian.

"This is Little Flower Branch, right?" Jia Hui crouched in Qingwen's ear and asked quietly.

"It's Xiaohuazhi Lane, you remember this clearly." Qingwen smiled and gouged her nose.

"Didn't you tell the girl? The second sister and the third sister of the You family are too thrilling, and it is difficult for me not to remember them. ”

Jia Hui smiled helplessly, "Second sister of the You family, alas, ......"

Xiaohuazhi Lane is located only two miles behind Ningrong Street, where Jia Lian bought a house and raised Second Sister You in it.

He had heard that the You family sisters were born stunners, but they couldn't meet each other by chance, and their hearts were itching.

These days, after Jia Jing's funeral, Jia Zhen, You Shi, Jia Rong and his wife are all mourning in Tieji Temple, and many servants in the family naturally have to follow.

There were already few people in Ningguo's mansion, but now there are even fewer of them.

Jia Lian took the opportunity of serving Jia Zhen and others to go to Dongfu often, and took the opportunity to tease Second Sister You.

The second sister You is greedy for vanity, and she has long intended to marry into the Jia family.

And although Jia Lian is reckless inside, he looks like a dog, and the two hit it off and have the same mind.

Jia Lian still had some scruples, although Sister Feng had been cold to him recently, and she didn't restrict him from going out like before, he was still afraid of her.

It's not that he's afraid of her, but the Wang family behind her, and he can't afford to mess with her.

Jia Rong said: "Uncle, it's better to buy a house and apply the guy's things near the back of our house, and then allocate two nests of family members to serve."

chose the date, people didn't know, ghosts didn't know, married the second aunt, and told the family not to leak the news. The aunt lives in it, in the courtyard of the deep house, where you have to know.

Uncle lived in two of them, and after a year and a half, he might make trouble, but he was scolded by the master. It's just an aunt, and when she sees raw rice making mature rice, she has no choice but to do it. Ask the old lady again, there is nothing endless. ”

This kid is also a hungry ghost in the sex, and he always fights with Second Sister You, because Jia Zhen is in front, he can't be happy, so he does everything possible to get Jia Lian to take the second sister and raise her outside.

He happened to take advantage of Jia Lian's absence to fool around.

Jia Lian "wants to make his mind faint", he only cares about coveting the beauty of his second sister, thinking that Jia Rong has planned everything to do, and he has already mourned the two national filial piety and family filial piety on his body now, and stopped his wife and remarried.

"Sister Feng's heart for Jia Lian has faded now, as long as Second Sister You lives outside in peace, does not want to enter Jia's Mansion, and wants the identity of a serious concubine, they should be able to get along peacefully."

Qingwen rubbed her brows, and was speechless at the girl who was willing to fall and had to jump into the fire pit.

There are always people who are dazzled by the glamorous appearance of the Jia family, thinking that it is a good place to go? Second Sister You is just one of them.

Forget it, this is someone else's choice, who can control it?

……

"Jia Hui, send these two silk flowers to the second girl, and say that Sister Siqi sent the girl."

Back in Jiafu, Qingwen picked two brighter silk flowers and handed them to Jiahui.

As for the rest, they were distributed among the maids and maids in their own houses and put them on.

Siqi didn't have much money, and it was impossible to pile silk flowers with high-quality silk cloth.

Set up a stall in the market to sell silk flowers, but to sell them to the girls of the small portal.

Although the Jia family is no longer in the past, the girls can still afford to use a good silk flower.

gave Yingchun two branches, just to make her feel at ease.

Jia Hui took the silk flowers to Zilingzhou, and Qingwen returned to Tubi Villa.

Without waiting for her to change her clothes, Jia Hui came back at a trot.

On a hot day, I sweated all over, grabbed the tea drying on the table and drank it "clattering".

"What did the second girl say? Why are you in such a hurry? Qingwen was surprised.

"The second girl kept crying when she took the silk flowers, and asked my sister chess how is it?" Jia Hui put down the tea bowl, still a little panting.

"That's it, what are you anxious about?"

"I'm not in a hurry for this, for ...... For ......"

Jia Hui stammered, glanced at Xiaohong and Mama Zheng in the room, and whispered, "I heard the little girls in the second girl's room say that the eldest lord and the eldest lady want to propose marriage to the second girl." Girl, do you think it's going to be that person? ”

That person? Sun Shaozu?

Qingwen frowned and rubbed it a few times.

"The sub-line is a mountain wolf, and the ambition is rampant. The golden boudoir is willowy, and it goes to Huangliang in one load. This is the sentence written by Cao Gong to Yingchun.

Although the first eighty chapters of Cao Gong's book "Dream of Red Mansions" did not write about the death of Yingchun.

But it is not difficult to see from her judgment that Cao Gong's original intention to write should be that after Yingchun married Sun Shaozu, he was tortured to death by him.

Is the tragedy of Spring really about to begin?

It's a pity that until now, she has never come up with a way to save Yingchun from the sea of suffering.

Fortunately, it is still the period of national mourning, and it is okay to talk about marriage, but it is not possible to hold a wedding.

Even if Jia Yu is engaged to Yingchun, he can't marry her immediately, and there is still time.

"Xiaohong, Mama Zheng, go down, I want to rest for a while."

Qingwen asked everyone in the room to go down, sat cross-legged on the bed, and controlled the light bead to start cultivating.

The more she practiced, the more she learned about the exercise in her mind.

Recently, she has been trying to refine her exercises to the next level.

She can already interpret herself appropriately according to what is stated in the book, and then weave the content of the book and her own speculation into a dream.

Now, she wants to try to completely invent the storyline and weave it into a dream.

Maybe when she finishes practicing, there will be a way to rescue Yingchun.

Qingwen's cultivation didn't last long before she was interrupted.

The mandarin duck was ordered by the old lady to send a message, asking her to pack up, get ready, and follow her into the palace tomorrow.

Alas! I forgot about this stubble.

Qingwen stopped practicing, frowning and thinking about what to do tomorrow.

The next morning, Xiaohong woke her up from her sleep early.

She yawned and washed her face, sat down in front of the dresser, and asked Xiaohong to comb her black hair into the bun of the maid of Jiafu, and asked her for a set of maid clothes to change into.

It's just that although the clothes are ordinary, they can't hide her stunning beauty.

With a graceful posture, bright eyes and bright teeth, fair and delicate skin, and charming eyes, this girl is also too good-looking, right?

No, no, it's too eye-catching.

Qingwen took the rouge makeup powder and put on makeup for herself.

In the mirror, a dull yellow face appeared, with a few freckles on both cheeks.

Chapped lips, pruning eyes, and blank eyes.

"Girl, everyone looks good, why are you still pretending to be ugly?" Xiaohong pursed her lips and smiled.

"That place, is it okay for the pretty girl to go in?"

Qingwen pouted, "'Three women in one play', there are so many women in it, I don't know how many plays I have to sing a day?"

I'm dressed up too well, in case I provoke any concubine to be jealous, I'm afraid that I will become a little pitiful in that play, and I will be caught and tortured for a while, who will I talk to? ”