Seeing that the weather is gradually warming up, there is a vague sense of spring, but the clothes on the body still dare not be reduced, for fear that if you are not careful, you will catch the spring cold.

Rong Lian's interest has not been very high recently, as if he is in the same belated spring day, half-clear, not that he is stubborn and serious, but because he is still in Qingcheng, he is still in the Rong family.

Dozens of days have passed since the New Year's Festival, and Rong Xun saw that Rong Lian's body and bones were much better than in the past, and the ripple between his eyebrows and eyes vaguely carried a bit of Guan Yingshan's appearance, but he was reluctant to send him back to Huaying Town.

This made Rong Lian more and more depressed.

At noon, one side of the courtyard is deep, quiet, occasionally from the courtyard rockery between the stone crevices crawled out of the moss oozing a drop of water, rubbing a corner of cyan, swaying, want to fall does not fall, half a day finally can not hold, dripping into the pool, with a burst of lonely ripples, not how eye-catching, a few koi leisurely swing slender tail wings to come over to play.

Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking, and the weather is gloomy these days, but some people have a good sleep.

Rong Lian was affected by the weather that wanted to wake up, and she was groggy, and she took a nap after learning words at noon.

Guan Yingshan carefully folded the quilt with Rong Lian, put away the notebook on the table, did not alarm the maid who was waiting, went into the small kitchen in the courtyard by himself, and cooked a small cup of plum sweet soup for Rong Lian who was napping.

It is put on the small stove outside the house to simmer, waiting for Rong Lian to wake up and eat it, sweet and sour, and it is good to wake up.

The pickled plums, the sweet and sour smell were quickly crushed by low fire and scattered in the air, with a bit of green and vague spring.

Guan Yingshan sat by the door, guarding the sweet soup on the stove, and also guarding Rong Lian's nap, holding an embroidered bandage in his hand, and carefully embroidering the pattern on a piece of fabric.

It was a dark blue brocade, with a fine texture, fluctuating dark light, graceful and luxurious, not suitable for Rong Pi or her, but especially suitable for Rong Xun.

She's making clothes for Rong Xun.

When she stayed in the Rong family, she was always like a raised canary, clothed and pampered, but she had nothing to do.

She doesn't understand the strife in the rivers and lakes, and she doesn't know a little bit of martial arts, her soft fingers can't lift the sword, she can only lift the pen and twist the needle, and when Rong Xun goes out, find some tedious little things to pass the time.

Although Rong Lian felt that such a day similar to waiting was really boring, it was not suitable for Guan Yingshan.

She is gentle and reserved, she just wants to stay quietly with her lover without quarrel, even if there is only a lot of boring time to waste, but as long as she can hold a cup of hot tea and save a few words when her lover returns home, she feels that such a quiet day is calm and stable.

She never complained.

She never mentioned many grievances, and she didn't know whether to say that she was stoic or stupid.

So, she didn't mention it, and some people forgot about it as a matter of course.

Rong Xun was busy running around for the Rong family, and he didn't care about the twists and turns of his daughter's affection, and Guan Yingshan didn't mention it, so he subconsciously felt that those things were irrelevant.

Nothing more than a couple of nasty jokes.

Sometimes the most helpless thing is about not being painful, and the weakness of a stroke of a stroke, dragging it with a pause, makes people tired.

Not to mention the fact that those with malicious intentions will suddenly discover their conscience and perceive their own transgressions.

The farce at the Chinese New Year family banquet is like this, as if you stumbled upon a gorgeous and delicate brocade box on the road, which was inlaid with brilliant jewels, making people wonder what was inside.

However, when I opened it expectantly, it contained a handful of moldy seeds, and I lost my interest for no reason, but I could only sigh and throw it away, and wipe my dirty hands clean.

A few kind words that are not painful or itchy are all the grievances suffered by Guan Yingshan.

Just like the small potted plant placed on the corner cabinet, it is still green and pleasant from a distance, and when I get closer, I am surprised that it has inadvertently been covered with dust.

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After taking a nap, Rong Lian woke up, the sound of the quilt turning alarmed Guan Yingshan, she turned her head to Rong Lian's gaze, smiled, put down the clothes in her hand and walked to the bed.

She reached out and brushed her messy hair, and asked softly, "Did you sleep well?"

Rong Lian wanted to shake his head, the bed here was too soft and gentle, and he was still more accustomed to sleeping on Grandma Guan's bed, however, he just whispered, um.

Guan Yingshan laughed, helped him sit up, and gently patted his back twice, like a hug and like comfort, every time Rong Pian woke up, she was always used to doing this action.

Like a kitten that has been smoothed, his impetuousness that he has just woken up from sleep has been soothed.

Just about to talk to Guan Yingshan about Fang Cai's dream, suddenly there was a rush of footsteps from the corridor outside.

The servant girl waited outside the door, and asked for instructions crampedly, "Madame......"

Guan Yingshan carefully put on Rong Lian's coat and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry, what's wrong?"

The maidservant quickly raised her eyes and glanced at Guan Yingshan, and replied with a little uneasiness: "The ladies and ladies of the clan have come to visit Madame. ”

Guan Yingshan's hand stopped, and turned his head to look at the maidservant, "Who did you say is here?"

“...... The ladies and ladies of the clan, and ...... Several other female elders and wives also came. ”

Guan Yingshan's good-looking brows furrowed slightly, and he was silent for a moment before saying, "Go and invite me in, and then go and prepare some fruit and tea." ”

When the maidservant saw that Guan Yingshan responded, she was also relieved, and quickly accepted it and retreated.

Rong Lian tilted his head, looked at Guan Yingshan, and remembered that in his dream, he seemed to have stumbled and fallen into the river, the cold river water made him panic, and he wanted to ask for help but couldn't surface the water, the touch was too real, so that he still felt a little palpitation.

After tidying up for Rong Lian, he gave him a bowl of sweet soup, and a group of Rong family ladies were also invited into the house, and he took the bowl and sat far away by the window.

After the tea and fruit were on the cloth, they exchanged a few polite words with each other's slightly stiffness, and in Guan Yingshan's polite and detached smile, they finally expressed their intentions in a hurry.

A group of female relatives actually came to invite Guan Yingshan to participate in the Spring God Festival for a few days.

As the name suggests, spring is the beginning of the year to welcome the god of spring and pray for the revival of all things and the blessing of the four seasons.

It can be said lightly or seriously, but the light thing is that it has been held all over the years, and it is not an important solar term. Heavyly, today is the first time.

Guan Yingshan was extremely surprised, and the daughters of the Rong family had never been close to her, but this time she came to invite her in person, which was really surprising.

Guan Yingshan couldn't figure out why.

Rong Lian sat quietly on the side, taking a sip of the sweet plum soup, looking a little well-behaved.

It was as if I wasn't listening to them at all.

However, the fact that the usually quiet courtyard was suddenly occupied by this group of uninvited people always made him a little impatient.

They seemed to have nothing to do in the past, smiling and pulling Guan Yingshan to talk, and they didn't know if they were born with a mask on their faces, so that people couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

He raised his eyes to look at the group of noisy female dependents, hoping that they would leave quickly, but he inadvertently saw a sneer of unknown meaning on the corner of the female elder sitting in the outermost circle.

Rong Lian recognized it as Rong Qicheng's mother.

His hand holding the spoon paused, and subconsciously looked at Guan Yingshan.

Guan Yingshan echoed a little awkwardly, she was not very good at dealing with such a scene.

Somehow, he suddenly silently thought in his heart, don't go, refuse them, don't go.

A-Niang, don't go.

Guan Yingshan hesitated for a moment, a little nervous in the eyes that stared at her, she pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

"Well, I'll go. ”