"Miss, are you sure you really can't come and have a look?"

"What did you say?"

"Look at these gifts, there is a tradition in the slave's hometown, and the birthday gift is best to open it by the birthday star himself, so that the birthday star's wishes come true in the new year and have a smooth sail." Caishou suggested.

"Another day." Su Bao'er kept her eyes on the book and replied casually.

Caishou tilted her little head, grabbed a stack of gift folds in her hand, and walked around the center of the room with gift boxes, bottles, plates and other gifts piled up with a pair of tables and stools.

She suddenly stopped and turned around, with her hands behind her back, towards the back of the young lady at the small coffee table on the porch between the doors, and said with a serious look on her little face:

"However, if the birthday star is inconvenient, it is also accommodating to let a close and trusted person such as a personal maid do it for you, and it can still bless the birthday star with smooth sailing......"

"......" Su Bao'er.

The air was silent.

"Your hometown has a lot of traditions." She chuckled.

"Well, it's a lot." Caishou nodded, her little face was serious, and she warned like a little adult: "Miss, I'd rather believe it than not!" ”

"A little girl, now I'm talking to my master, this little abacus is crackling, I heard it at the door, who did you learn from?"

Su Bao'er pursed her lips and shook her head, and turned another page of the book with her onion fingers, and she said without raising her head:

"Then follow the tradition of someone's hometown, please ask my personal maid to do it for you, and help dismantle it."

Laughing paused, he continued, his tone a little uncaring:

"Pick two favorite ones and send them to you."

"Ah, miss, this ...... How embarrassing is this......"

Behind her back, the eyes of the colorful ribbon twisted in place widened, and her face was a little embarrassed and said, but in the next second, seeing the shadow outside the door frowning slightly and putting down the scroll as if she was about to turn back, she turned around in seconds and pounced on the gift with a smoke:

"Miss is the best, that's it! By the way, the slave maid will help the young lady tidy it up, take it apart and take a look, and then classify it, put it into the young lady's study if it is useful, and put it in the attic if it is not needed......"

The little maid with a bun face is a little happy.

With a chatter in her mouth, the birthday gifts on the table were picked up by her one by one and moved upstairs with great difficulty.

In the area of subjective initiative, it can be regarded as full.

It's been a long time since I've been so diligent.

Su Bao'er shook her head, too lazy to pay attention to this stupid girl.

Without the bouncing of the little maid with a bun face, the first floor was quiet.

At a certain moment, Su Bao'er's face was slightly distracted, and she murmured between her lips:

"All wishes come true, is it smooth...... I hope so...... The old man of the Shangqing Dynasty said the same thing after divination, but how long has it been...... Can that proverb really come true, or is it a ...... of solace?"

The new rain stopped late, and in the afternoon, it seemed that a little drowsy would slip by.

Just when a certain plum blossom makeup girl downstairs sighed alone in the empty court.

On the third floor of Meiyingzhai, in an elegant and light study, a small white hand is pulling out a roll of mulberry paper from a narrow wooden box.

Caishou wiped a handful of sweat, stood up, and walked to her young lady's desk.

As she walked, she looked down at the mulberry paper in her hand that seemed to be a manuscript, and muttered curiously with a small face:

"Hmm, it's finally overturned, this is the resignation Mobao sent by Ouyang Gongzi?

"But how do you use the paper box over there in Juxian Garden, isn't this mulberry paper used by Dalang to practice calligraphy, dozens of knives purchased from Hongzhou have not been used, and Longcheng has not sold it.

"Hey, Ouyang Gongzi, your gift is too unsolemn, is it really a simple gift?

"It seems that Da Lang should have helped you pack it and forwarded it."

Caishou walked to the table, sighed and shook his head:

"No wonder Miss ignores you every time, she is not interested, it is useless for me to mention it, well, Miss doesn't seem to be interested in all men.

"However, if you look at the birthday gifts given by others, the boxes are so beautiful that people are reluctant to open them.

"It seems that this Ouyang Gongzi shouldn't be very good at coaxing women, humming Bai is so handsome, if it were me, I wouldn't be able to deceive the hearts of many little ladies......"

At night, the colorful ribbon who was peeking at a lot of books and comic books in the nest shook his head and put this roll of mulberry paper on the table.

She casually took the gift fold, glanced at it behind the familiar name, and muttered:

"Returning to the next place? Talk about something......"

The mulberry paper was spread out by her small hand.

The paper is nine inches and five minutes wide and one foot eight minutes long.

In the eye, the paper is densely packed with Qingyi regular script.

However, in the eyes of the colorful ribbons who are not very literate, it is like a little tadpole swimming in the lake, and it will be dizzy after watching it for a long time.

"Don't you have a picture, well." The tone was a little disappointed.

Caishou opened his eyes wide and held on for three seconds, then shrunk his head, no longer embarrassed himself, and casually rolled up the mulberry paper again and put it away.

But instead of throwing it aside, she put it back in the wooden box and kept it close to her, as if ready to take it with her.

"I can talk more about returning the umbrella another day...... Childe, your article is really well written, which makes the little woman's empowerment suddenly enlightened...... Men should like to be praised by women, but that's how it is, I'll praise people......"

In the middle of broken thoughts, the colorful ribbon buried his head in the gift box pile, and finally, picked out a fan in a beautiful gift box.

The fan surface is woven from silk, and there are ink lines outlining a silk fan painting, in which the court ladies are dressed in beautiful makeup, and the colorful ribbons are slightly red in cool clothes, and they deceive themselves and look away.

"It's too indecent, let's keep it for Miss."

The bun-faced little maid nodded critically and put it away.

The young lady said that she could pick two pieces and go.

Caishou immediately packed up the study and stored the birthday gifts in different categories.

Some of the celebrities who may be loved or interested in the young lady are placed on the bookshelf or desk.

As for other expensive bottles, plates, gold, silver and jewelry, they were all collected in the attic on the top floor.

The afternoon passed in a flash, and the ribbons were finally packed.

However, when she was just tidying up the bookshelves, she accidentally found something quite strange.

"When will Miss get a signature? This color, is it difficult or a marriage sign? ”

Caishou curiously looked at the bamboo skewer wrapped in red paper in her hand, which she had just found between the pages of a thick book that had been flipped on the floor when she had just cleaned up the bookshelf.

There are also a lot of maple leaf bookmarks and essay notes in this thick book, which seems to be a special book for the owner of the study to stuff idle things.

This bamboo skewer wrapped in red paper looks quite new, it should have been stuffed recently, and judging by the creases, it seems that it has never been opened.

"Miss's marriage sign? When did you ask for it, and the young lady still cares about marriage? How can you not usually see it, is it ^"

Caishou stood by the bookshelf and muttered quietly, and then her little face showed a little excitement, "Hey, let me see." ”

But at this time.

"What are you doing?"

A cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

Frightened, Caishou's little shoulders trembled, and the thick book fell to her feet, she hurriedly bent down to pick up the book, and stuffed the bamboo bookmark or something back into it, but as soon as she was halfway done, she was snatched away by Su Bao'er.

"Miss, why did you come up, why didn't Miss make a sound when she walked."

Caishou whispered.

"If you don't come again, are you going to turn my study upside down?"

Su Bao'er held the book in her arms and pouted.

Rainbow smirked, her voice stopped, and she looked down to see her young lady stepping on the soft Persian carpet in the room with a pair of white and tender feet.

For his own young lady's casual bare feet in the boudoir, Caishou is not surprised.

"Miss, the gifts are all sorted out, and the gifts are on the table. By the way, it seems that there is still something to do in the afternoon, slave maid...... The slave and maid went down first. ”

Cai Shou looked around, casually found an excuse, and left the study with the wooden box and the fan in small steps, and slipped away.

Su Bao'er turned her back to the door, didn't look back, stood by the bookshelf and shook her head gently, too lazy to teach this stupid girl a lesson.

She glanced down.

Immediately, the thick book was re-stuffed into the shelves.

Bamboo skewers wrapped in red paper were also casually thrown into the paper basket next to the desk.

After cleaning up, Su Bao'er stuffed the Tao Qian poetry collection in her arms back into its original place, took out a new poetry book from somewhere on the bookshelf with her fingers, turned around, walked back to the desk and sat down, looking down.

Just now it was the marriage red sign that Xie Lingjiang inexplicably asked for her, and it was given to her when chatting on the roof that night, Su Bao'er was not too interested in these, so she casually stuffed it into the thick book before.

As a result, I was almost seen by the girl Caishou, and when the time comes, I will definitely have to talk nonsense everywhere, and the shame is secondary, mainly because it is troublesome to explain, especially for my father and mother to misunderstand......

As for Sister Xie, who was nosy and asked for a signature for her, Su Bao'er was a little annoyed.

Behind the desk, Su Bao'er rubbed her eyebrows with her fingers and cleared her clutter.

She twisted her fingers to flip through the book, and occasionally caught a glimpse of a book spread out next to her, placed on the table, as if a certain bun-faced little maid had forgotten to put it away after opening it.

Her eyes swept over, and her bare hand was stretched out, ready to close.

However, the next second.

The woman at the desk seemed to have pressed a pause button.

A plain hand paused above the fold.

Hover still.

If it weren't for the evening wind blowing open the double front windows, and the rice paper on the desk and the pages of the gift fold were blown and turned over, it would almost make people mistakenly think that the picture in front of the desk was still and solidified.

Until there was a "bang", there was a heavy sound of meat palms slapping the table.

Turning from the static, Su Bao'er eagerly dropped her palm, preventing the lizhenzi from turning the page and fixing it on the original page.

Two trembling fingers pressed against a line of regular script on the page.

The plum blossom girl's slightly scattered black hair on her forehead fell to the table, because her eyes were almost attached to the line as she leaned forward, very close.

Su Bao'er lowered her head, and the falling green silk temporarily covered the flower's expression, only her stunned murmur:

"Return...... Excuse me? Ouyang... Lianghan! ”

……

It's a little short, but I'm too tired, it's almost five o'clock, Xiao Rong takes a nap first, gets up and continues to code!

(End of chapter)