Chapter 8: How can a tree fall into a tree? (4)

During the garrison, Mo Yue, who went to Prince Li's mansion to give gifts, returned. When he was about to report, he saw his lady lying on the beauty couch with a red brocade cloak on her back, her hair was slightly messy, and somehow the jade matte fell off, and she was placed next to the couch.

Miss?Sleep here carefully and catch a cold, and I will help you lie inside.

Yan Qingci suddenly woke up when he heard the sound, turned around and sat up, rubbed Shang's dizzy head, and suddenly remembered the ridiculous things he had done just now.

She glanced down and saw underwear being worn back to her body, dry blood solidified between her right fingers.

She hid her hand in the cloak, and her heart was mixed, but she touched the jade mattress standing by the couch. When she thought about it, she felt funny. The other party was murderous again and again, and spared herself again and again. She really didn't know what the princess was thinking about.

Is King Li still satisfied with the courtesy?

Yan Qingci calmly put his cloak on his face and looked up to ask Mo Yue.

These words were obviously asking King Li, but in fact they were asking Mu Chenjue's reaction.

Mo Yue also knew this, and she replied: After receiving the picture of the butterfly of a lady drama, King Li was very happy and said bluntly that he wanted to treasure it properly. However, when Princess Li saw it, her face looked depressed.

Yan Qingci bent his eyes when he heard this.

The picture was originally a love affair that Mu Chenjue gave to her. Now she returned it to her on the day of her wedding, and she was just a blow to her.

Now that he heard Mu Chenjue behaved as he wished, Yan Qingci was still happy and still couldn't get rid of the loss of being attached to his bones.

When is it now?

The lady was three times in the storm.

I've fallen asleep for so long.

Yan Qingci pinched the hand hidden in the cloak. The mucus between her palms had already solidified and dried up, and was standing on her skin. The uneven touch made her blurred recall the stubborn and enduring woman's stubborn and enduring state.

If you want to talk about mèi, it is not.

The man was proud, icy, snowy and soul, and awe-inspiring like a bamboo fairy in the lush forest. Even in the most ineffective boudoir, he could still maintain the integrity and elegance, which had nothing to do with the word "mèi".

Just because Yan Qingci's eyes say that this is more than the worldly commonplace, who says that a pure person will be bland and boring?

Their mèi is sincere, for their own truth.

Moyue, prepare a bath.

When the maid heard this, she called the maid to bring a hot bath soup. After filling the entire bathtub, several maids brought a screen to surround the bathtub so that it was not airtight. They brought a charcoal brazier in the house, closed the door and closed the windows, and the cold moisture was instantly driven away.

Yan Qingci opened his hand and the two new little girls rushed to wear loose clothes for her, but because of her shortness, she couldn't touch the collar of the cloak after a long time.

She laughed and squatted down. Qimeng then untied the cloak. Finally, she raised the cloak to Liu Sui's eyes and raised it and hung it on the wooden mat. The latter was not willing to be outdone, so she rushed to untied her clothes and showed off her like that.

Both little girls are newcomers and have not learned how to serve their masters. The move of untiing clothes is a bit rude, but Yan Qingci is not annoyed. He straightened Bai Yu Wuxia's body, stepped into the bathtub with Mo Yue's support, and smiled at her: These two girls are as stingy as you.

Mo Yue knew that Miss Mo was liked them. She held her arm and agreed: I just didn’t know how to be polite, and I still need the lady to train her well.

Etiquette is a matter of self-discipline, so how can it be used to restrain others? As long as it is not done, it is just for them to be happy. Didn’t I teach you this way?

Miss Du Yi.

Mo Yue smiled, lowered her eyes, holding her hand and exclaimed, "Oh!"This is, how is this hurt?All bleeding...

When Yan Qingci saw Mo Yue’s wound on his left hand, he couldn’t tell her truthfully that it was Xi Lan biting it, so he casually said: I just got a nightmare, and I think it was biting it by myself in my dream.

Mo Yue believed it without doubt. While holding her scabbed hands anxiously, she ordered the girl to go to the box to get medicine.

Qimeng Liusui Shang was stunned by witnessing Yan Qingci's white and jade-like body. After returning to his senses the next moment, the two of them also rushed to leave, and they had to decide the winner no matter what, which was really funny.

When he applied medicine to Yan Qingci, Mo Yue felt something was wrong.She tentatively said: Miss, why didn’t you see Jif?

She went back to the hospital.

go back?What does it mean? She refuses to serve the lady?

Yan Qingci closed his eyes and nodded.

Mo Yueqiji: It’s strange, there is such a person who wants to keep her acre of three-point land for a good life.

Everyone has their own ambitions.Madam Li treats me sincerely, and I should have made some expressions when she dies.Before you rest, you can get some jewelry in the warehouse. You have to choose the best ones. I will send them to Mama Li for funeral.

After thinking about it, Yan Qingci said again, "Please take some clothes I haven't worn before and choose the best ones."I will go with me to pay my condolences tomorrow.

The next day, the snow stopped, and the sky was not clear, but it was still gloomy and calm.

Yan Qingci was wearing a white long dress, wearing a black silk cloth on the upper end of his right arm, and was not too much makeup. He simply used a plain hairpin to tie his hair and led Mo Yue to the lower courtyard.

3. 3 Miss?!

There were no stones in the lower yard, and there were dirt roads. The servants who got up early washed up in the yard. After that, the water from the porcelain basin fell directly to the ground, making the muddy everywhere. They stepped on it and made a sound of gurgling with the soil.

The servants were so used to it and didn't think anything was wrong. Yan Qingci frowned slightly when he saw it, staring at the ground step by step, and carefully avoiding the mud that was wet by water when he stepped down.

A sharp-eyed maid in the yard came to greet her. Yan Qingci took a few steps back quietly. Seeing this, Mo Yue stopped the maid and asked her: Are Jiffon awake?

The maid's surname is Fang's name is Yinglan, and she is the daughter-in-law who comes to the mansion for the New Year.

Yan Qingci glanced across her face and saw that this person had double hanging fox eyes, his face was like a silver plate, and his appearance was beautiful, but his words were full of frivolity. If Mo Yue had not stopped her, the maid would have been like she would have been peeled up as if she had been put on her.

I was awake yesterday, but she was sleeping all night. Miss I was looking for her?

Fang Yinglan was holding a washbasin for washing clothes in her hand, and while speaking, she leaned forward to Yan Qingci.

Her body was too tight. Mo Yue pushed it a few times but didn't push it. She was about to scold her, but she narrowed her eyes and suddenly stepped back consciously, curled her neck and shouted, "Jife, you have a distinguished guest here, why don't you come to welcome me?"

After saying that, he stared at Yan Qingci deeply, and a smile that was not meaningful, left.

Mo Yue came here and led Yan Qingci into the innermost row house with a familiarity.

The room was not big, so I could only place a bed and a wooden table. Xilan and Madam Li lived in the same bed, separated by a small table in the middle, with only a bedding on the couch, covering the deceased Madam.

Yan Qing took a handful of strokes. The bedding was thin, cold and hard as iron. Her starry eyes flashed and she looked at Xilan, who was kneeling in front of the brazier in the middle of the room. She was surprised and wondered how she had come over the past few years.

Yan Qingci didn't like to be lush, so he never came to the Guardian's House. The ordinary master would not set foot in the places where the servants lived without any trouble.

She couldn't predict what kind of state she would be in such a place. However, as a princess, the other party should have enjoyed more wealth than her, but she could stay in such a place for seven years.

Should I live a life of silence or have other plans?

Yan Qingci walked around the wall and looked around. Mo Yue said to Xilan: This is the jewelry that the third lady used to bury Mama Li, and these sets of clothes were given to you by the lady, so you can accept it.

Xilan never raised her eyelids, and burned paper money on her own, and said indifferently: Thank you, Miss San.

If you want to be pretty, you will be filial.Yan Qingci looked at the woman wearing a mourning clothes and wrapped in white cloth on her head, and saw a different kind of beauty.

After the paper money in the brazier burned out, Xilan stood up and said to Yan Qing: My nanny asked me to give you something before she died.

Yan Qingci nodded slightly and waited for her to bring it.Xilan did not move.Yan Qingci knew how to send Moyue and his maids, and Xilan took out a bag of indigo silk embroidered crane sachets from the wooden box and handed them to her.

This is?

The mama said it was your mother's belonging.

Yan Qingci doubtfully untied the sachet, poured out the items in it, spread them in his palm and looked left and right, it was just a dried dry grass.

She suddenly remembered that she always drank a medicine in the days before her mother disappeared, but her body became weaker and weaker. She looked at the dry dry grass in her hands and felt that it looked like honeysuckle in the prescription.

In a sceptical manner, Wenqin came to report that Cao Hong came to the door to call people. The marquis got angry and the eldest lady was called out of the attic and rushed into the lobby.

Stop the eldest sister and don’t let her show her head.

Yan Qingci thought to himself that there was no rumors outside, so Cao Hong must not dare to seek the revenge of the prince of Pingling County. What a backboneless man. It turned out that she overestimated him. She said with a straight face, "I'll go and meet this brother-in-law."

By the way, Wenqin, take this to the best medicine shops in the city and ask what it is, the faster the better.

Yan Qingci handed the dead grass in the sachet to Wenqin, and Wenqin accepted it and said hello.

When leaving, Yan Qingci turned his head and left Xi Lan with an unquestionable order: Since that happened, you will send someone to arrange the funeral of Madam Li. As for you, you will move into Gu Yilou after the funeral. Don’t ask me to urge me to ask for it.

Mo Yue opened her eyes widened when she heard this. What happened was self-evident. Most people in the room refer to the girl who served her master closely. Even the matter had to be served... She had no time to glar at Xi Lan and hurriedly followed Yan Qingci.

It’s about two cups of tea.

Xilan was sitting in the house sewing clothes. Yinglan, who had returned from cleaning the hall outside, passed by, deliberately stopped, placed the broom against the wall, and entered the house and knelt down at Madam Li's body.

At this moment, there was a noise from the main courtyard, as if someone was about to quarrel in the lobby.

Xi Lan made a mistake in the sewing, and the tip of the needle poked on the index finger of his left hand, and a drop of blood was stabbed.

Oops!Why is it painful to be so careless?

Yinglan held up her left hand and lifted her forearm with ulterior motives. As expected, her inner skin was snow-white, so where was there any gongsha sand?

Xilan brushed away her hand, lowered her sleeves to cover her forearm, and looked up and asked her: Is there anything wrong?

Yinglan came back to her senses, and the fox turned his eyes a few times and said shyly: I heard from the other sisters in the yard that you are going to work in the third lady’s room. This is a blessing. In addition to the marquis’ room, the entire marquis’ house is the richest in the third lady’s room.

Xilan just lowered her head to sew clothes, and turned her thumb around her index finger with her thumb, holding on to the end of the needle, giving it one to one stroke, and sewing it cleanly and neatly.

Yinglan refused to give up and asked her with something in his words: Miss Third, you know that you have lost the gongsha?