The Rebirth of an Ill-Fated Consort

Taking advantage of the sunny afternoon, Forsythia took the quilts in the house to the outside yard to dry. The cotton in the old quilts was so thin that it was just a thin layer, which was extremely eye-catching in the thick and bright quilts all over the yard.

Chunying was instructing a few little maids to hang the quilts in Zhang Lan's house on the ropes outside. Compared with the dim one in Lianqiao's hand, the quilts in front of Chunying were painted with exquisite peony embroidery, and the quilts were stuffed inside. It is full of cotton that has been newly plucked this year, and it is bulging, and it feels very thick at first glance. The quilt pressed down the clothes-drying rope straight down, and Chunying said loudly: "Be careful, don't scratch the back, it's the best silk and satin."

Lian Qiao didn't even look at her, she walked to the other side, raised her hand to hang the quilt on the rope, the quilt was light and weightless, and it was very easy to hang. Seeing Lianqiao, Chunying laughed: "Yo, Sister Lianqiao also came to dry the quilt herself." After saying that, she glanced at the quilt on the rope, and said, "You all come to learn a little bit, and see how they even dry the quilt." Qiao is really capable, one person can dry the quilt, and it looks effortless, unlike us, several people feel tired when lifting it together."

The little maids started giggling, and one of them said with a smile: "Perhaps the quilt in the lady's room is made of good cotton, and it doesn't look heavy. Such a quilt is very comfortable to cover, unlike ours. The quilt, thick and big, was dead heavy."

Forsythia smoothed the folds on the quilt, ignoring their teasing. Seeing this, Chunying did not give up and continued, "Lianqiao, why do you only dry Miss's quilt, and don't dry yourself and Zisu's quilt together?" How about drying it? Let us also see if your quilts are the same as Miss and different from ours."

The little maids laughed again, saying that Jiang Ruan's master's quilt is not even comparable to that of his servants, which is really too much. Lianqiao raised her brows and was about to get angry when she saw a little girl with a sweet smile hurrying over: "Sister Lianqiao, you asked me to find..."

"Dew," Lian Qiao interrupted her, "wait a minute." She smoothed the folds of the last piece of quilt, then turned around and took the little maid's hand: "Come and talk."

The two of them walked along the side of the road, they got very close and didn't know what to say, after a while, Lian Qiao picked up the empty wooden basin and left. After Lianqiao left, Chunying called to the little maid who was about to leave: "Your name is Luzhu, right?"

Luzhu looked at Chunying timidly: "Yes."

"Don't be afraid," Chunying said, "What did you talk to Lianqiao just now?"

"No, nothing." Luzhu shook her head, just looked down at her feet.

"What are you afraid of? I won't eat you up," Chunying said in a ruthless voice, "What did Lianqiao ask you for for no reason, and what were you guys discussing just now. Who is in charge here? You must know. If you don't make it clear today, don't stay in Zhuangzi in the future."

"Don't," Luzhu raised her head suddenly, her eyes turned red with confusion, "Sister Chunying, don't drive me out of Zhuangzi."

"As long as you explain the matter clearly, I will naturally not do anything to you." Chunying said: "I am not an unreasonable person. You look very ugly. You should be a new girl. Do things well. In the future I will And no one will bully you."

"Really?" Luzhu raised her head with a hopeful expression.

"I wouldn't lie to you." Chun Ying's tone became softer, and she believed in her heart that there must be something wrong with Forsythia.

"Actually, Sister Lianqiao has nothing to do with me," Luzhu said, "I just heard that I do a good job of embroidery. If I ask you to embroider a water lily in the place where Miss's clothes are torn, you won't be able to see it."

Chunying looked at her suspiciously: "That's all?"

"Yes." Luzhu nodded.

"It's really strange. Miss usually doesn't care about clothes, why did she suddenly think of embroidering water lilies on her clothes?"

"This..." Luzhu hesitated.

"What else is there?" Chunying asked anxiously.

"I heard that there is a pot of beauties under the moon outside. Tonight, Miss is going to enjoy the flowers in the pear garden. If you want to dress better, don't neglect the precious flowers." Luzhu said all at once: "I heard that under the moon Beauty is extremely cherished, and it is a rare variety that can bloom in winter nights."

"The beauty under the moon?" Chunying wondered in her heart: "Zhuangzi got the beauty under the moon? I haven't heard of it." She glanced at Chunying in front of her: "Okay, there is nothing else, you can go to work. "

Luzhu responded and turned to leave. After Luzhu left, Chunying stood on the spot and said to herself: "Now that the situation is like this, why do you still have the desire to enjoy flowers? Why are you looking for a good-looking dress? This is what you care about the most on weekdays. Today is so abnormal, there must be other reasons. I must find out what their intentions are. "

In the house in the side courtyard, Zisu was also taking out the books in the box to dry. A box full of books was spread out in the yard to dry. Zisu carefully opened the pages and said, "Miss, the books in this box are preserved." It’s fine, the house is damp after the New Year’s Eve, so we need to take it out to dry frequently.” After saying that, he thought of something: “When my wife was here, she loved books very much, and she had to dry them every day.”

"My mother came from a family of generals, but she collected these precious reading materials, just to please others, but it is taking advantage of me." Jiang Ruan looked at the books in the yard and said softly.

The ancestors of the Zhao family belonged to a family of generals, who were accustomed to the bloody battlefields. The men in the family were all heroes in the army, but the only daughter, Zhao Mei, fell in love with Jiang Quan. The whole Zhao family strongly opposed it, but Zhao Mei insisted on marrying. The family severed ties with the only daughter.

After Jiang Quan and Zhao Mei got married, Zhao Mei learned that Jiang Quan favored erudite and talented book girls, so she searched all over the world for many lonely books and studied them carefully. Unexpectedly, Zhao Quan soon married Xia Yan, the most talented woman in Beijing, as his concubine.

This box of books, Zhao Mei still didn't live long enough to read it, but Xia Yan transformed from a noble concubine into the current Mrs. Jiang, Jiang Ruan laughed at herself, mother didn't understand until she died, If you don't love, you will never be able to please the other party. From the past to the future, Jiang Ruan's love has never been a talented woman, but Xia Yan who is a talented woman.

"Miss, did you think of Madam?" Zisu looked at Jiang Ruan's face: "If Madam is still here, I will be pleased to see that Madam is so smart and sensitive now."

Jiang Ruan smiled slightly, noncommittal. Zisu walked back, and was taken aback when she saw the book in Jiang Ruan's hand: "Why is the girl reading military books again? Now that you don't have to go to the battlefield, you might as well read some poems and poems."

"If you don't go to the battlefield, the enemy will come to you." Jiang Ruan's eyes fell on the words of the art of war in front of him: lead the snake out of the hole.