"The slave has seen Fang Liangdi." Jasmine bowed in a proper manner.

Although Fang Yu had doubts about her arrival, he still maintained the smile on his face and waved his hand.

"No courtesy, why are you here, Zhou Shuren is around you when you need someone to serve you."

Jasmine also smiled, "The slave maid came over on the order of the lady to ask Liangdi for your help." ”

"Help?" Fang Yu looked at her suspiciously, "Tell me what's going on?" ”

"It's not a difficult thing, it's just that our lady knows that Liangdi is very popular, no, our lady wants to make a pair of tiger head shoes for the unborn little son, but this pattern can't be embroidered well, so let the slave maid bring it, and ask Liangdi for advice."

As he spoke, he waved his hand to explain as if he remembered something.

"Don't misunderstand Liangdi, it's not that our lady refuses to come in person, but you also know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince just had an order to tell the lady to take care of the baby and go out less often, so he sent slaves and maids."

When she said this, Fang Yu understood.

However, it was better if Zhou Shuren didn't come, the people from the province came, and if something happened to her, she couldn't get out of it.

So after Jasmine explained at this moment, Fang Yu smiled very carelessly.

"It's okay, I can't compare these people, Zhou Shuren has a body now, it's right to be cautious."

With that, he asked Jasmine to come forward and show her something.

Jasmine brought the half-embroidered cloth from the small basket, and then stood next to Fang Yu to watch the embroidery, and asked some small questions from time to time, which seemed to be very admired by Fang Yu's craftsmanship.

After about a cup of tea, the pattern of the tiger head shoes became much more fine in Fang Yu's hands.

"Okay, just take it back and embroider it later." Fang Yu handed the thing back.

Jasmine took it and saluted with a smile.

"Thank you Fang Liangdi, your craftsmanship is really exquisite, the slave is brave, can you tell the slave to take a look at your handkerchief, the slave also wants to learn to embroider by herself."

As she spoke, her eyes glanced at the handkerchief used by Fang Yu on the table next to her.

The look was very sincere.

It's not unusual, after all, now clothes and accessories are made by themselves, unlike later generations who buy ready-made, and you can find the same style or something, so when you see what you like, you want to see how it is done.

Anyone can use things like handkerchiefs, but there is no class differentiation, and occasionally they are rewarded to the maids, so it is not unusual, so Fang Yu is not stingy.

Directly let Qingrong show it to her.

Jasmine took a closer look, then returned, and thanked again before leaving.

However, after she left, Fang Yu immediately put away her gentle and gentle smile, and instructed Qingrong and Yanwei in a positive tone.

"Zhou Shuren is thoughtful, and she has never been close to me, although there is nothing wrong with today's affairs, but she should be vigilant, don't let others have the opportunity to make a fuss."

In fact, she could have given Jasmine a handkerchief directly just now, but she thought that it was inconvenient for her things to be taken to Zhou Shuren's side, so she didn't give it.

Even when she just changed the pattern, she used the things Jasmine brought, and she didn't even take out her own needle and thread, in fact, if you want to embroider better, it would be better to change the color of the thread, but it is not embroidered for her own child, so there is no need to be so careful.

It's easy to get into trouble if you don't have to.

Qingrong and Yanwei are also careful people, and they both nodded solemnly at this time and kept this matter in their hearts.

After arranging this, Fang Yu took out Pei Yao's chess game and looked at it.

Originally, I wanted to embroider double-sided embroidery, but after tossing Zhou Shuren's embroidery, I didn't want to take a needle this time.

But it's just as brain-wrenching.

After looking at it for a while, I felt that it was not good to just look at it, so I asked Yuan He to find out the chessboard and play against himself.

It's even a little funny.

After lunch, I felt tired, so I went to lie down in the inner room.

There is no entertainment for the women in the back house, and taking a nap can be regarded as a way to pass the time.

But I didn't expect this sleep, but I actually dreamed.

Probably because he came into contact with Zhou Shuren's related things during the day, his mind wandered a little, and he dreamed of his aunt Song, who had passed away for many years.

It was still the small mansion in Fangfu, and the peach tree in the southeast corner of the courtyard was full of pink petals, which seemed to envelop the entire courtyard, making everything look so dreamy.

Song is wearing a lotus-blue gown with a pleated skirt of the same color, carrying a small bamboo basket in his hand, and is picking flower petals from a tree.

For many years, since the death of my aunt, except for the first year, I can still dream of my aunt, and then until now, it has been six years, and my aunt has never dreamed again.

And at this moment, Song's face appeared so clearly in the dream, smiling gently, as before.

"Ah Yu, why don't you come and help my aunt carry the basket, this peach blossom is blooming well, my aunt picked it and made peach blossom cake for you to eat."

"Auntie."

Fang Yu was stunned, she could feel that she was dreaming, but this dream was so real, it made her feel as if she had returned to the past.

"What's the matter, come on, don't be lazy later, you have to help your aunt and noodles!"

Song beckoned to her, his eyes full of smiles.

At this moment, Fang Yu didn't care if this was a dream or not, he just thought that he could touch his mother's temperature, so he immediately rushed over.

But at the moment when she was about to touch the Song family, suddenly the sky darkened, and the whole sky lost its bright color, gloomy and damp.

Looking at the scenery in front of him again, I saw that Song was pressed on a bench and could not struggle, and on the ground next to him, peach blossom cakes were scattered all over the ground, stained with mud.

The mother-in-law, Zhao, coldly commanded the two family members to hit the inch-thick wooden plank on Song's body.

In an instant, Song's waist and buttocks were fleshy, and blood stained the dress red, a hundred times more dazzling than a peach blossom.

"Auntie!" Fang Yu exclaimed.

was about to pounce on Song to resist for the Song family, but she went straight through, and she couldn't touch anyone at all, and others didn't seem to see her, as if she was just a ghost.

Fang Yu was unwilling, screaming and beating like crazy, but it had no effect at all, and he could only watch Song being beaten like a tattered rag doll, gradually losing his life.

She wanted to hug her aunt, and wanted her aunt to open her eyes and look at her again, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch it.

Even if she has burst into tears, the only person in the world who truly loves her will never gently wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and call softly, Ah Jue, don't cry.

The scene in front of him was blurred by tears, and the person gradually became foggy, and there seemed to be an anxious call in his ears.

"Liangdi, Liangdi, girl, wake up, the slave is Qingrong, girl, girl!"

Immediately after, a deep and powerful man's voice sounded.

"Fang Yu, wake up, Fang Yu!"

It was probably the man's voice that was more penetrating, or she was already waking up, but at this moment she finally opened her eyes slowly, and saw a lot of people standing by the couch.

Headed by Pei Yao, Qingrong is also in front, Yanwei, Yuanhe, and Hong Zheng are all there.

Fang Yu was a little confused, raised his hand and touched his face, and touched a large area of wetness.

Did she cry so much?