This era.

What these smoky women like them who live in the land of Qinglou want is nothing more than to get out of the sea of suffering as soon as possible.

And there are two ways to get out of the sea of suffering.

One relied on himself to save enough silver taels to redeem the deed of sale from the old bustard in the Qinglou.

The other is to take a rich son or a wealthy businessman, let them help him redeem himself, and then get the identity of a concubine.

If you can become an official's concubine, it will naturally be a blessing from eight lifetimes of cultivation.

As for the wife, that's something I can't even think of.

"It's just a scholar of the Guozijian, what's so strange."

Fei Xue smiled, gently took the wet towel from the hand of the maid on the side and wiped the lipstick off her mouth, and said, "But with Sun Gongzi's talent and family background, it should not be difficult to find a career in the court in the future." ”

The maid laughed in a low voice: "I know that the lady likes this kind of talented son, like that Tian Heng, it is not because of the support of Qi Cheng behind him, so he dares to show off his power in Qinghefang, saying that he wants to marry a lady, he is also worthy!" ”

Speaking of this, the maid snorted softly.

"Eh, let's talk about it, that Tian Heng is the person you and I can't afford to offend after all, with Qi Cheng's back, Qi Cheng's sister is the concubine of Zhou Xing, the uncle of the Zhou family, you and I don't have to gossip about such characters, so as not to bring trouble to ourselves."

The lady in the book is gentle, revealing a sense of numbness.

Even if there is only his own maid around him in the inner hall right now, it is still the same.

"Lady, I just can't be angry, that Tian Heng is just that Qi Cheng's dog's legs, relying on Qi Cheng's name all day long to show off his might, I heard from the guests, a few days ago, their Tian family firm also killed a few hard-working stickmen, even if the Yin Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion knew, but because of the power of the Zhou family behind Qi Cheng, they didn't dare to take care of it!"

The maid muttered a ruddy little mouth and said with a dissatisfied expression.

Blooming Xue glanced at the maid lightly, stretched out her white little finger, lightly tapped the maid's small nose, and pretended to be angry: "In the future, you and I should not talk about these things, we are also hard-working people, we can't manage our own affairs, how can we take care of other people's affairs?"

Dress me up, and I'll meet that grandson later. ”

Blooming Snow commanded softly.

"Then lady, why did you sneak out and buy three pairs of shirts and wooden coffins for those three people."

The maid put the tray in her hand aside, stood behind the Blooming Snow Lady, picked up the 1, boxwood comb placed on the side, and gently combed the green silk that the Shuyu Lady fell to her waist.

"Alas, because they are all miserable people."

Blooming Snow sighed softly, sat down in front of the dresser, and kept her mouth shut.

seemed to see that the lady in her own book was a little depressed, and the maid diverted the topic and smiled: "Lady, that grandson is talented, this time I heard that His Royal Highness King Yan, the holy son of the Holy Nine Emperors, is planning to expand the national prison."

If after the expansion, Sun Gongzi really entered the Guozijian, and today's lady you make an exception to introduce him as a guest of the scene, maybe in the future, Sun Gongzi will go to the Guozijian to complete his studies and become a great Confucian, and you can also follow the name in history. ”

"Going down in history?"

Blooming Xue groaned lightly, shook her head and smiled: "How difficult it is for a woman to want to be famous in history, that is something that many scholars can hope for but cannot seek.

I'm a dusty woman, and I still don't dare to ask for that. ”

As for the so-called Nine Emperor Son Yan King, Blooming Snow didn't dare to think about it.

It was the sun in the sky, how could it intersect with a dusty woman like her, who was trampled into the dirt.

The door of the master bedroom was pushed open from the outside, and a maid walked in, stood in the living room, and said in a crisp voice: "Lady, the guest surnamed Huangfu outside asked the slave to send a poem." ”

Blooming Xue frowned, and the big girl reprimanded: "There are no rules, I didn't see that the lady has chosen Sun Gongzi, how can I change it?" Is it a benefit from others? ”

The little maid hung her head and didn't dare to talk back.

Blooming Xue said lightly: "Put it on the table, go out and tell the guest, this heart Blooming Snow understands." ”

The little maid was relieved, "hey", put the rice paper on the table, and went out.

After another round of dressing up.

Changing into an elegant long dress, this time Blooming Snow did not bring the veil as thin as a cicada's wings before, stood up and walked gently towards the living room, came to the table and sat down, and commanded softly: "You go and invite Sun Gongzi in." ”

The purpose of not wearing the veil is to show that it is treated differently.

In fact, this is also the rule of Qinghefang.

At the same time, it is also a different experience for the guests who are introduced to the guest room.

It means to close the distance.

After speaking, Blooming Snow's eyes fell on the rice paper on the table and picked it up casually.

Her gaze froze, and her eyes looked at the rice paper obsessively like a pool of autumn water.

"Qinghefang Presents Two Songs of Blooming Snow"

The water spirit is a chain of jade jade, and the city of Cai is in danger.

The red cherry contains white snow, and the sound of broken intestines sings Yangguan.

Lovesickness can be helpless, and Yan Cheng passes by at night.

I only know that the spring is coming, but I don't know how much spring is alone.

The maid walked to the door and was about to open the door to invite Sun Gongzi, when she suddenly heard a rare sharp shout from the lady behind her: "Slow! ”

Looking back, the lady was clutching the rice paper in her hand, trembling slightly, and her delicate face showed a strange look that she had never seen before.

That was an emotion that the maid had never seen on the face of her own scholarly lady.

The voice of the lady in the book was a little hurried and sharp: "Who sent the poem, which son, you say it quickly!" ”

The maid was startled and snorted: "It seems that the surname is Huangfu, but I don't know which Huangfu it is." ”

The maid thought with a frown.

There were indeed two emperors in the front hall tavern just now.

A middle-aged man with a handsome face, and a handsome young man.

When playing the couplet, the middle-aged man surnamed Huangfu kept his head down and drank, but the handsome young man with the same surname Huangfu could say two sentences from time to time.

"But the lady should be the handsome-looking prince."

The maid thought for a long time and affirmed.

Because the middle-aged man surnamed Huangfu with a heroic face had left just after the end of the drinking order, only the handsome young man surnamed "Huangfu" was still in the wine house in the front hall.

After saying this, the lady of the book room rushed to the door desperately and ran towards the front hall.

"Lady.. Wife.. How can you go out like this, you can't help it, you can't help it..."

The maid hugged her tightly.

"You let go of me, let go of me."

Blooming Snow was anxious, her face was red, "Don't let that boy go, go and chase him back." ”

The maid couldn't figure it out.,It's just a poem.,It made the scholarly lady who is known as a talented and beautiful person an unprecedented gaffe.,The knowledge of the past was completely ignored.。。

"Lady, you wait here for a while, slave and I will go. Go and ask the boy who wrote the poem. ”

After the maid left, the scholar sat at the table in disheveled clothes, looking at the rice paper in her hand in a trance.

"Red Bloom... Cherry... With white snow, singing Yangguan in the sound of broken intestines.. Blooming snow.. Gift Blooming Snow.."

Tears the size of beans rolled down her pretty face, and she lay on the table and cried.