For the whole night that followed, Mrs. Zeng Jing was immersed in or confused by this inexplicable feeling.

When the queen told jokes, she was no longer the first to laugh out loud and laugh loudest as before, and when the prime minister's wife talked about interesting things in Chang'an City, she no longer cooperated with the oil and vinegar, but stared at the black and thin little maid beside the princess Li Yu a little forgetfully, and the more she looked, the more she was fascinated.

Her appearance that was very different from the past naturally attracted the attention of some people, especially when the ladies noticed that she was staring directly in the direction of Her Royal Highness the Princess, and felt even more strange in their hearts, and a certain lady sitting next to her reminded her softly a few times that she had not woken up yet, and couldn't help but bump her lightly.

Mrs. Shangshu lowered her voice and asked with concern, "Why are you so disobedient today?"

Mrs. Zeng Jing smiled reluctantly and didn't explain, because she really couldn't explain, and she didn't understand why the more she looked at the little maid, the more she felt kind, and the feeling of pity in her heart became stronger and stronger.

The queen mother gathered everyone to gossip and drink tea, but there was a very inconspicuous little maid in the middle, and she was sitting next to Her Royal Highness the princess, which inevitably caused a lot of doubts in the hearts of the ladies.

The ladies then knew that this little girl was the personal maid of the Ning family, although there were still many doubts, but it was inconvenient to ask again, and their status was noble, although it was impossible to treat the maid in the family like a pig and a dog, but it was really a person from two worlds, just for the sake of the queen's mother, she casually asked a few words about Ning Que.

Mrs. Zeng Jing watched her companions talking to the little maid, and she couldn't help but ask questions, but she didn't care how many paintings the legendary Ning family could write every day, and asked about Sang Sang's age.

Sangsang was very uncomfortable with the atmosphere in the palace, if it weren't for the will from the palace, and Li Yu promised to accompany her, she would rather cook porridge and drink in the old pen house, especially after eating a meal under the service of the palace maids, she felt more and more that what Ning Que said was very right, the palace was not a place to eat at all.

When the noble women asked her questions, she felt a little laborious, until she heard someone ask her age, and thought that the question was simple, and immediately replied earnestly: "I am born in the first year of the Apocalypse. ”

Mrs. Zeng Jing lowered her head and looked at the hand stretching out of her cuffs for a long time, before she realized that she was about to turn fifteen years old this year, and then said sadly: "If my child lives to this day, he will be as old as you." ”

At this time, the noblewomen in the palace were close to the queen's mother, of course, they knew about the boiling affair in Chang'an City in the first year of the Apocalypse, and they couldn't help but cast comforting glances at Mrs. Zeng when they heard this.

The queen mother comforted her in a harmonious voice.

Mrs. Zeng Jing glanced at the little maid behind the case opposite, smiled bitterly, thinking that she probably missed the daughter who died a few years ago too much, and seeing a little girl of the same age as her today was a little out of shape, it really shouldn't be.

There are many things in the world that are difficult to erase in other ways once they are moved, just like Mrs. Zeng Fu's unwarranted pity for Sangsang, she wanted to convince herself that she was just concerned about her daughter who died early, but she still couldn't help but raise her head from time to time to look at the tea case opposite, and looked at Sangsang in a daze.

The more she looked at Sangsang, the more familiar she felt, especially the little girl's slightly dark complexion, and the pair of willow eyes that were not very beautiful in the eyes of ordinary people, all of which made her feel extremely close, and she couldn't help but ask again: "I heard you say before, you and Ning have been living in Weicheng in the early years, is it that the sun in the side plug is too poisonous, so you are sunburned like this?"

Sang Sang was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "The young master said that I have been so dark since I was a child. ”

Listening to her answer, Mrs. Zeng Jing became more and more uneasy, and could no longer care about the strange eyes of others, so she stared at Sang Sang intently, as if she wanted to see what flowers were on her face.

The tea banquet is scattered.

Mrs. Zeng Jing was guarding outside the hall, and when she saw Li Yu coming out with Sang Sang, she stopped the two with a heart-wrenching heart.

Li Yu frowned slightly, not knowing what this university scholar was going to do.

Mrs. Zeng Jing knew very well that as the most staunch supporter of the queen's mother, she had not given Her Royal Highness the princess too much good looks over the years, and it could even be said that she had offended the other party very badly, so her tone became more and more docile and humble.

"Your Royal Highness, the princess, I feel that I am glad to be close to this little girl today, and you know my child...... I would like to drop this little girl home, and I would like to ask Your Highness to agree. ”

Li Yu looked at her quietly. Even the daughter who died fifteen years ago moved out, it seems that this scholar lady really wants to go with Sang Sang, but why did she do this? Could it be that the queen mother finally recognized the significance of the academy's entry into the WTO, and decided to make a detour to approach Ning Que?

Thinking of these things, she decided to refuse the other party's humble request, and said with a smile: "Sangsang doesn't like to get along with living people. ”

This is true, Sangsang's temperament is destined to make her unwilling to deal with people, if she doesn't come and go often in the past two years, it will be difficult for Li Yu to enter her world, let alone a bachelor's wife she has never met before.

However, at this moment, Sang Sang, who had been standing quietly beside Li Yu, suddenly said, "Yes." ”

"Your name is Sangsang?"

"Hmm. ”

"It's an interesting name. ”

"It's ok. ”

"Who named you for you?"

"Young Master. ”

"Your young master is a scholar in the world, and he must be extremely talented in the way of poetry and literature, and the name he chose must be good, but I don't know what the meaning of the word Sangsang is?"

"I don't have a deep meaning, the young master said that when he picked me up, there was a mulberry tree on the side of the road that had been stripped of its bark and had no leaves, and it looked very similar to me at that time, so he called me Sangsang. ”

"Where did your young master pick you?"

"Hebei County, he forgot the specific place, we went to look for it once out of Minshan, but at that time there were already green seedlings in the field, and the mulberry trees that had been peeled and leafless had died and many other trees had grown, so I couldn't recognize them. ”

Tonight's Chang'an City is brightly lit, and the tourists are like weaving lanterns and people blocking the streets and alleys to Dongcheng tightly, even if it is the carriage on the Wenyuan Pavilion University Scholar's Mansion today, it can't lift the speed today, and only honestly moves forward slowly with the flow of people, but Mrs. Zeng Jing in the carriage didn't care, and even a little happy.

The farther she went, the longer she could stay in the carriage with Sangsang and ask more questions. And tonight's Sangsang is obviously a little different from usual, he has always answered this lady's questions, and he seems to have said more in one night than in the last month combined.

However, those stories back then were too vague in her memory after all, and they were basically relayed by Ning Que, so no matter how Mrs. Zeng Jing tried to knock on the side, she still couldn't get the answer she wanted.

No matter how far the road is, there will always be a moment to get there.

The carriage of the university scholar's mansion slowly stopped at the entrance of the alley of Lane 47.

When Sang Sang got out of the car, he saluted Mrs. Zeng Jing very politely.

Mrs. Zeng Jing looked at the slender figure in front of the shop in a daze, and for some reason her heart was sour.

She couldn't confirm anything now, and even knew that she might be delusional, but along the way, she had fallen in love with the little girl, and thought to herself how good it would be if she had such a daughter.

Mrs. Zeng Jing lifted the curtain of the car, hesitated and asked with some anxiety, "Are you willing to go to the Bachelor's Mansion as a guest?"

Sang Sang took the door key and thought for a while, thinking that Ning Que would not be able to get home in a few days, the pine branch bacon had been smoked and no one needed to watch her, and she had nothing to do if she stayed in Lao Bizhai, so she nodded.

A few days later, a strange guest came up to the Wenyuan Pavilion Zeng Jing University Scholar's Mansion.

The reason why it was strange was because the guest was a little maid. There are so many princes and ministers' mansions in Chang'an City, and I have never heard of anyone who will treat a little maid as a serious guest, so when the housekeeper led the little maid to the depths of the back garden, the servants and maids under the winter willows on the roadside pointed and pointed and couldn't hide their astonishment.

And when the people in the mansion saw that the lady of the university scholar actually greeted her at the gate of the garden, and held the hand of the little maid with great affection, and the smile on her face was about to overflow her sideburns and fly up the rockery, they were even more shocked.

It didn't take long for the people in the bachelor's mansion to find out the identity of the black and thin little maid, and knew her origin, and couldn't help but talk about it, and many people couldn't help but laugh and think that the lady in charge of their own house was really worthy of being the lady who was loyal to the queen in Chang'an City, and she was willing to fall into her own identity to make the mother happy.

Scholar Zeng Jing is not in the house, maybe he is like the people in the house, he thinks that Mrs. has made a special banquet to invite a little maid is too much nonsense, so there are only Mrs. Zeng Jing and Sang Sang at the luncheon, but the dishes are extremely rich, and there are four or five big girls around the table who are serving calmly.

Sang Sang has been serving people all her life, or to be precise, serving Ning Que, she is very unaccustomed to being served and eating, so she seems a little restrained, much more silent than on the carriage on the night of the Chinese Lantern Festival.

Mrs. Zeng Jing watched her just bow her head and eat the food in the bowl, and a look of pity occasionally flashed in her eyes, and then she glanced at the most powerful big girl beside her

The big girl understood, lifted the curtain and went out to bring in a bowl of pigeon soup that had been prepared.

Mrs. Zeng Jing walked up to Sang Sang with pigeon soup and said, "Look at your small figure, you have to make up for it." ”

After saying this, her hand slipped, and the bowl of pigeon soup was poured at Sangsang's feet.

Sang Sang stood up, looked down at his half-wet cotton skirt and small shoes, and was silent.

Mrs. Zeng Jing said in a panic: "It's really morning...... Hurry up and wash up. ”

The cotton skirt and shoes were stained with the oil of pigeon soup and really needed to be washed.

But Sangsang didn't move, just silently looked down at his skirt and shoes.

She realized that the lady had deliberately poured pigeon soup on her.

Because at that moment, she could see very clearly that the lady's fingers holding the soup bowl were very strong, and they would not slip at all.

Sang Sang was not angry, because the bowl of pigeon soup had obviously been outside the curtain for a long time, and it was already warm and not hot, let alone splashing it on her body, even if it was splashed on her face, it would not cause any harm, and she couldn't feel this lady's malice, but she could feel the other party's cowardly kindness, but why did she do it?

(Chapter 3, there are two more chapters, friends who don't want to stay up late go to sleep first, and it's the same tomorrow, I'll definitely code it out before going to bed anyway, clench your fists, and cheer yourself on.) (To be continued)