The cinnamon is fragrant, the autumn dew is cool, and it is already a summer season.

It only rained two points last night, dawn by the window, the wet marks in front of the steps are still there, a few pieces of withered yellow leaves stick to the bluestone, wait until the morning breeze blows a few times, the rain stains will also be dry, the yellow leaves float to the side, scattered into mud, no longer to find.

Jiang took a sip of tea, looked up from the account book, and looked out the window.

The autumn of the eighth year of the beginning of the Jing Dynasty came earlier than usual.

A book of osmanthus was planted under the blue screen window, and now it has bloomed many flowers, and the elegant fragrance penetrates the hall, and when it is sent to the nose, it has a bit of smoky and burning smell, which is just a furnace being smoked in the house.

The two aromas are staggered, but it can't be said to be unpleasant.

Jiang moved the incense burner of the Longquan kiln on the case to the side, and the incense pills on the jade leaves were slightly warm, and a wisp of incense came out.

She actually prefers the halal and elegant fragrance of cinnamon, but this reading the account book is a tiring job, not burning incense, Ning Shen, I'm afraid that I will have a headache after a while.

If she is in the mansion in the capital, she burns incense and incense like this, and someone will dislike her as a philistine, and she will spoil the elegance of the room with this copper stench.

Jiang raised his eyebrows, a trace of disdain crossed his eyes, and raised his hand to squeeze his shoulder a few times.

Seeing this, Mei Xiang, the eldest girl who was serving on the side, hurriedly stepped forward to take over the hand, and while gently pressing it for her, she persuaded in a low voice:

"Madam, I've been watching for almost half an hour, but do you want to close your eyes for a while?"

Jiang slapped her hand and motioned for her to stop, with a helpless smile on his face:

"It's time to leave in a few days, if you don't sort out these old accounts, in the future, you can't write a letter to ask someone to copy it down for me to see."

She was born with a very delicate pair of eyebrows and eyes, and when she was young, she thought that she was also jade, and now she is two years old, and she is also slightly plump and moist like a pearl, and that charm is not comparable to Shaohua's daughter.

Seeing that she looked down at the account again, Mei Xiang wanted to wait for further persuasion, but suddenly heard a commotion outside the courtyard, and then the two little girls by the door called in unison, "The girl is here".

With the voice, the courtyard door was pushed open from the outside with a "bang", and a little girl in a red dress rolled into the courtyard like a fire, and her sweet and crisp voice was like a bird's chirp:

"Mother, mother, I don't want Wei'er to go back with me, I don't want it, I don't want to-"

Before he finished speaking, the pearl curtain outside the fan was "crackling", and then there was a rush of footsteps. Then, as soon as the bead curtain was lifted, a cool breeze blew into the house.

Mei Xiang hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "The girl came early today." ”

Cheng Yujiao ran so much that she was sweating on her forehead, but she still stopped when she heard the sound, but she stopped like she was stepping on hot coal, and said in a panic, "My sister is also here", and then trotted to Jiang's side, writhing in her arms:

"Wei'er is not good, I don't like her, I don't like her. Mother, you can replace her, and replace them with spring peaches. ”

Seeing that his daughter was making trouble again, Jiang was angry and laughing, but more of him was helpless, put the account book in his hand aside, gently touched Cheng Yujiao's hair, and said angrily:

"I'll be thirteen by the end of the year, and I'm also a big girl, so I should be a little bit like a big girl, don't always be so tired. Also, call mother, don't call mother. Kyori doesn't have such a name now. I've said it a few times, but I don't see you change. ”

"Oh, Mother." Cheng Yuejiao raised her head, her mouth was so pouting that she could hang an oil pot, and said unrelentingly:

"Mother, let me tell you, Wei'er won't listen to me again today. She is a girl, and she refuses to listen to me, the master, when she sees the sky. I don't want her to serve, and she can't serve well, which of them is not better than her? ”

She was obviously very unhappy, her eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled, but even so, her appearance was also charming and moving, with a goose egg face, Qiong Yao's nose, a pair of eyes that were painted, and her skin was deceived by frost and snow, if it was about color, she was three points better than Jiang's.

Looking at her daughter's charming face, Jiang's expression softened, nodded the tip of her nose, and said softly:

"Why do you always have trouble with that child? I think she's wonderful. If you don't understand this, just listen to your mother, and you can't be wrong. ”

Cheng Yuejiao was very dissatisfied at the moment, and pouted: "Where don't I understand?" I don't understand. ”

As he spoke, his delicate brows tightened a little: "Where is she doing?" I don't think she knows how to serve at all, and her temperament is weird, even if they are much better than her......

At this point, she suddenly saw a figure appear in the pane, and she immediately seemed to have made some amazing discovery, pointed to the man and said:

"Mother, look, did you see it? She had just come. I've been here for a long time, but this girl has been lazy and lazy until now, you see that she is still slow and methodical, not to mention running two steps. Is she the master or am I the master? ”

Angry and said this, Cheng Yuejiao simply twisted her body, and even ignored Jiang Shi in anger.

Jiang Shi turned his head, and sure enough, there was a girl dressed as a maid in the window grid, flying separately, dancing with thin ribbons, walking among the flowers and trees in the courtyard, flowers are flowers, trees are trees, she is her, and she is not disturbed by it

Not to mention the posture of the behavior, this calmness alone is rare.

Jiang's eyes showed a look of appreciation, pushed his daughter, and said with a smile: "It's really, let the family compare." ”

When Cheng Yuejiao heard this, she was unconvinced and aggrieved, her eyes were almost red, and she was about to say a few more words, but Jiang looked at her and said:

"Tell me first, who did you see last day?"

Cheng Yuejiao was asked for a moment, and then the eyeballs began to spin around, obviously using her brain to think about it.

When Jiang Shi saw it, he hated that iron could not be made of steel, and he flicked her head with his fingernails: "I put this hollow pile of your embroidered pillow, you can think of ideas when you want to make up your mind, why do you still have a disguise on your face?"

How many times has my mother told you, you have to be steady, don't put everything on your face. You are taking my words as a deaf ear, but you are taking other people's instigation as a serious idea, and you came to make trouble early in the morning, it is really ......"

Jiang Shi shook his head, he really didn't know how to say it.

Cheng Yuejiao was distracted by her words, and two red clouds rose on her cheeks, wanting to be forced, but somehow, a pair of Jiang's gentle eyes, there was only one breath left when it came to her mouth.

She opened her mouth, and the breath ran out between her lips and teeth, and she couldn't gather anymore.

"Greetings to Madame."

A clear voice outside the curtain, steady and unhurried, was the maid named Wei'er.

Somehow, as soon as this sound came out, the whole garden was silent for a moment, only the cinnamon branch slanted through the screen window, swaying silently.