Early morning, a corner of the garden.

Ever since the eldest man received the reply from the second son of the Huangshang An family, he has become cheerful and energetic. However, under his strong energy, he is also rigid and autocratic. He will be strict even if the decoration and decoration of the house are not the same.

scolded.

Chu Zhiyin was sitting in the Shuiyue Pavilion in the garden lake, eating some candied fruit while looking at the great master with his hands on his hips and commanding his subordinates.

Sometimes he's smiling, sometimes he's blowing his beard and staring, his expressions change vividly, and coupled with his commanding movements, he looks like an immortal who has become possessed by Yunze's cultivation.

Chu Zhiyin laughed out loud. A son of an imperial merchant came to visit, and the owner of the house could worry about such trivial matters.

Is it the charm of money, or the charm of money.

His sight shifted, and he saw a boy in the corridor beside the garden carrying a huge potted crabapple. The blooming flowers blocked his sight, and he took every step carefully.

Chu Zhiyin was sweating for him when she saw it. Such a big begonia flower was a bit heavy for two people to carry, and one person was afraid that it would cause harm.

Sure enough, as soon as her idea came to her mind, there was a huge cracking sound. The porcelain flower pot shattered, and the delicate flowers fell with it. They were shaking when they hit the ground, just like the little boy's heart, which was ruined.

Hearing this, the elder angrily walked up to the young man, his tall figure pressed down on the trembling young man and cursed, ranging from personal greetings to ancestral greetings.

The boy's face went from red to white to blue, and any number of colors could turn into a rainbow, and his head lowered lower and lower, making him look pitiful.

In the end, one month's monthly payment was deducted. Chu Zhiyin clicked his tongue. Sure enough, in this world, people who have no ability or money will suffer all kinds of humiliation and oppression.

Chu Zhiyin was so excited about the gossip that she suddenly met the eyes of the old man who turned around. He glared angrily and shouted at her: "And you, if you don't practice embroidery in the boudoir, you are an eyesore here and eat candied fruits all day long.

Look how fat you are, Xiaohong collected the things and took the lady back!"

After saying that, the elder threw up his sleeves and left, leaving Chu Zhiyin to freeze the action of holding the candied fruit. It was neither eating nor not eating.

Humph! It was none of her business if she threw the preserves into the box.

The boy was still standing next to the floral field with his head bowed, his fists clenched, his expression forbearing and unwilling. Chu Zhiyin understood his feelings very well.

But in a world where the jungle prevails, the weak must endure.

Chu Zhiyin stood up and straightened her ears and hair, and asked Xiaohong to hold the candied fruit and slowly walked out of Shuiyue Pavilion, stopping when she was about to pass the boy.

"Here, let's eat some candied fruit, it's a little sweeter."

The boy slowly raised his head as if frightened, with disbelief on his young face. He saw the girl holding a plum pickled in honey between her fingertips. It looked golden under the reflection of the setting sun. Is it rare amber?

The boy hesitated, was he worthy of taking it? His fingers pinched the corners of his clothes, wanting but not daring to take it, like a small animal on the roadside.

Poor.

"Don't you like it? Eat one." Chu Zhiyin grabbed the boy's hand and put the candied fruit in. Although she couldn't help him with anything, she could share the sweetness.

She likes to eat sweet food most when she is injured, because the sweet taste can dilute the smell of blood in her mouth.

The boy accepted the candied fruit.

After returning to the courtyard, Chu Zhiyin asked Xiaohong to dig out her original embroidery works, but she was brought a large box that was as tall as a person and filled with fabrics.

She opened the box with joy, and the dust that hit her face made her sneeze several times.

"Xiaohong, I embroidered all these?"

"Yes, miss."

Picking up a piece of cloth at random, the pattern on it is very strange, with various dark lines running through it, forming a shape that is both weird and not messy.

I scanned all the stretch cloths in the box. They were of different styles and weird colors. Although they were not embroidered with flowers, I saw that they had a good foundation in arranging the lines.

Chu Zhiyin was attracted by a piece of cloth with the lightest color in the corner. It was embroidered with figures. There were three people's backs under the outline of the willow tree. A man and a woman were pulling a little girl.

The picture is simple and rough, and the embroidery technique is immature.

"How long is this?" Chu Zhiyin asked.

Xiaohong shook her head and said she didn't know.

Rubbing the pattern with her fingertips, her nose suddenly felt sour, and an unknown emotion swept through her heart.

She knew that it was the original emotion.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess that what is embroidered is her original father and nominal mother, and the child in the middle is definitely not her, but her sister.

There was no such thing as her in the happy family, and the saddest and most bitter scenes in her heart were left on the cloth by her. What a pitiful person!

Affected by the original body, Chu Zhiyin also felt a little depressed. She put the rolled cloth back to its original place and asked Xiaohong to move the box back.

In fact, someone who doesn't love you is like a dandelion that goes with the wind. You can't catch it. It's better to let go than to long for it. I don't know if the stupid original person can understand.

But the original body has no chance to understand.

"Xiaohong, let's talk some gossip." Chu Zhiyin shouted.

The sound of broken footsteps came from outside the door, and Xiaohong responded loudly: "Here you go, miss."

There were some desserts and a pot of tea on the table. Xiao Hong and Chu Zhiyin sat opposite each other. Xiao Hong puffed out her cheeks and looked at Chu Zhiyin with bright eyes.

"start!"

After receiving the order, Xiaohong's eyes glowed, and she opened her mouth to reveal the latest news.

"I heard that the second son of the Imperial Shang An family is a figure who looks like an immortal. He appeared on the streets in the east of the city a few days ago, and the entire street was blocked."

Chu Zhiyin asked: "Where did you run to when you were here yesterday?"

"Miss, I'm going to buy you some candied fruits." Xiao Hong's voice was very low, and she obviously lacked confidence.

"Bought from Chengdong?"

"West of the city, I went to the east of the city..."

One thing and one thing, it's a good way to go. I can't see that this little girl is very brave just to join in the fun.

Chu Zhiyin was not a stingy person, so she said, "Forget it, how good-looking are you?"

She has seen the appearance of a direct immortal, a real immortal, how can a mortal see it?

"I only saw one side of the head, with a simple hosta pinned to it, but the hair was as smooth and thick as a waterfall, and the head shape was particularly round, which looked better than others."

As soon as she talked about these things, Xiaohong's usually dull eyes became extremely bright, like a beast that had been hungry for two or three days, with hunger and thirst in her eyes.

"Wipe your saliva, the back of your head, what about that?"

Xiaohong listened to Chu Zhiyin's words and raised her hand to wipe her saliva, but the corners of her mouth were clean. She knew that she had been teased by the young lady, and the light in her eyes did not dare to be straightforward.

He suddenly became a little shy and said: "Not only the back of the head, but also the figure, the shoulders, hands and waist are more beautiful than others. Miss, you will know when you look at him, he is like the person in the painting, standing on the street.

The people next to me are different, they are really like immortals descending to earth."

Chu Zhiyin nodded flatly, saying that she didn't even feel anything about being immortal. Her appearance was one of the best in Tianze. There were a lot of people seeking mates, many of them good-looking, but she didn't like them. Men only looked at her.

Ability, not face.

"I know, I'll take a look at the banquet tomorrow to see if it's as exaggerated as you said. Just the back of the head is so charming." Chu Zhiyin said.

"Charming is definitely charming, but Second Young Master An is not a good match." Suddenly Xiao Hong's voice became extremely soft. After speaking, she looked around nervously and continued: "I heard that Second Young Master An and Na Qiu

Like the Third Young Master, he doesn't like women, is extremely disgusted with women, and is cruel and harsh to women, so he is surrounded by men."

"Are there so many men who don't like women nowadays?" Chu Zhiyin asked.

Xiaohong shook her head and said she didn't know.

"Ah!" Seeing that it was getting late outside, Xiao Hong exclaimed, "Miss, what kind of embroidery work are you showing tomorrow!"

Chu Zhiyin was startled by Xiaohong's cry, and then looked at her right hand, which had been swollen, and wondered why she was so unsatisfied and healed so quickly!

"I have a way." Chu Zhiyin said.

Seeing the lady's firm gaze, Xiaohong could only nod worriedly.

…

On the second day, the sun rises and the moon reaches eternity.

"Miss, miss, wake up, wake up!"

"Well, where did the fly come from?"

"Am I a fly? I am Xiaohong. It's already Yin time and I have to get up and dress up."

Chu Zhiyin felt that Xiaohong's buzzing voice was more annoying than a mosquito, so she covered her head with the brocade quilt to block out the sound.

Xiaohong was helpless, the young lady now was not as easy to arrange as before, so she had no choice but to use a unique trick.

"I heard that the third young master of Deji Hall failed to elope and was taken back. His lover knelt at the door all night, soaked in the cold winter rain and watched as he was dying."

The quilt moved.

"I also heard that the third young master threatened to die just to meet his lover, but Mr. Qiu of Deji Hall was ruthless. Even with the knife stuck in his son's neck, he did not let go."

Chu Zhiyin turned over.

Xiao Hong looked at Chu Zhiyin's movements and continued: "I also heard that the two of them have agreed to be together. If they can't be living couples in the world, they will be ghost couples in the underworld. No one can separate them. If we can't meet each other today,

Let’s die together.”

Chu Zhiyin opened the quilt, and her uncombed hair generated static electricity and exploded into a lion's head.
To be continued...