"You are quite understanding, but you have to remember that your lady is different from others, and she won't care about these things. I just thought of the already-formed child in Mrs. Qingdie's belly. It's five months old. It's a pity to say it's gone. Thinking about it like this, I'm so sad. But you're relieved. I'm just sad for a while. This emotion will soon be smoothed out by time. I also hope that Mrs. Qingdie, like me, can calmly forget this matter slowly." The deeper love is, the stronger hatred is. In fact, Xiaolou didn't tell the truth to Chunli. He did think of Mrs. Qingdie just now, but not only her, but also Mrs. Li. The culprit is so careless. How can he eat well and sleep soundly? I wonder if this unreliable guy, Jiang Yifan, had done things wrong?

Chunli didn't know anything at this time, but just followed the lady's words: "Hey, the lady has a deep relationship with her. No wonder she strongly recommends you to be the master's daughter. Your relationship seems to be mother and daughter, which is really envious. Although the eighth lady lost her own child, I think she is more and more gratified to have a filial daughter like you. I think the lady's life will definitely be more prosperous, especially the courtyard that the master divided us for us is the largest and most luxurious in the Shen Mansion. Although the old nannies all say that this yard is haunted, we have lived for several days but haven't seen the second lady's soul. It seems that the lady's words are really right. There are injustice and debts and a master. If you don't harm her, how could she come to you for no reason?"

Xiaolou didn't know what to say, but just smiled. Where is there any ghost in this world? It's just a saying that she deliberately lets out the wind to punish bad people. Rumors have spread all over the past few days, and everyone said that Die Wu's ghost has returned. I don't know what happened to Mrs. Xiao Li. After all, she is the real murderer who killed Die Wu. In addition, she wouldn't have a good time last night. "Yes, you have to believe that some prices have to be paid, and what you have done will definitely be revealed. So you should not have the intention to harm others, but you must be guarded against others. Okay, you have been busy all morning. Go and have dinner. I will call you if you have something to do." Xiaolou added a mouthful of white rice and placed it in his mouth. It was very fragrant and glutinous.

But Chunli was about to leave, and Mrs. Qingdie came. It should be said that Cao Cao was here. Qingmei was following her, carrying a lot of things of all sizes in her hand. Needless to say, the lady must have gotten something good, and she hurried to Xiaolou as soon as possible. As the saying goes, people are happy when they are happy. Although it is not a banquet for Qingdie herself as the protagonist, she is also particularly happy, with a red face. It seems that she had already walked out of the previous pain of losing her son. "Hey, Xiaolou, you haven't eaten yet, too. Now it's time for dinner. But I'm anxious, so I finished the meal early and hurried to your yard to see you. I have gotten a lot of good fabrics recently. Look, when you make a good set of clothes for your banquet, you can't be compared by other ladies."

It turns out that Mrs. Qingdie came today for this matter. It seems that this banquet will be really grand, not only for her mother, but also for others. Of course, this banquet will not only make her famous in the capital, but also for herself if she is not careful, she will also fall into the mud. Many people are looking forward to this day. She must be prepared to avoid the thoughts that others have worked hard to design. If her own scenery is taken away by others, then this show will have no meaning.

"Mom said, what kind of clothes is better for my daughter to wear?" Xiaolou put down his chopsticks after eating, pulled Qingdie to sit down, and searched for the fabric in the package. They were all of the finest materials, but the colors and patterns were a bit old, but it was understandable. After all, these materials were selected by the master according to Mrs. Qingdie's age. The only thing that looked a little young was the pretty bright red fabric.

Qingdie lowered her head and followed Xiaolou to search the package, but then she sighed and said, "It's all my fault that I didn't look at it in advance. Look, except for the royal blue and green, these colors are all worn by me at such an old age. How can you wear such old colors from every girl? Oh, no, it doesn't work. It seems that I have to take it back and find it for you again." Qingdie said and tied the package back. She was very upset that the master just brought this big bag, so she ran to Dongfengyuan to deliver it to Xiaolou, but didn't look at what it was inside. Now it's better for them to buy it now: "Forget it, we can't leave the house anyway. Let's go and take a look these few days. I heard that the clothes made in the Yuyiyuan are very beautiful. The daughters and young ladies in the city like to make them there. Why don't we go there to see it one day?"

In fact, Xiaolou was not worried about his clothes. After all, this matter was related to the face of Chen's mansion. Chen Qiu and he were afraid that his previous slave status would be too vulgar and low-tasting, so he should make clothes himself and let him choose. After all, he has never been careless about the face of Chen's mansion and the black hat on his head: "Mom, look at whether your eyes missed one. The colors in it are not only old colors, but also a young red. I think red is a very special color for my clothes. Do you feel like a phoenix nirvana and rebirth in the fire? After the banquet, I am the second lady in Chen's mansion, will this meaning be more meaningful..."

Mrs. Qingdie opened the package again, and there was indeed a red material inside. But she frowned, picked it up and looked at the sunshine. Although the red color was bright and beautiful, it looked young, but most people couldn't control this color well. It became more and more popular and became vulgar, and it became dull and mixed into dullness. No matter what, it could not show the charm of this red: "Oh! Do you really want this color? I'm afraid that those who are interested will use this color to make a big deal? Why don't we go shopping today and find some fabrics that suit you should wear at such an old age." Mrs. Qingdie disagreed with Xiaolou's proposal. She obviously wanted to obey herself, but for such a big banquet, she faced well-known figures in Beijing. How could she be careless? Just obey herself and make herself happy?

Seeing that Mrs. Qingdie was so concerned, it seemed that shopping was inevitable. She nodded in agreement. Anyway, she had already used meals at this time, and the temperature in the afternoon would be higher, so it would be very comfortable to go out shopping. If not, just leave. But when they went out shopping, Qingmei was a little overjoyed and almost danced in the room: "It's great, I'm going to go shopping. I heard that there are many delicious foods in the market that I haven't seen before. In the past, I was not willing to buy them. Now, I have money, but I don't have time to buy them. Now I go shopping with the lady and my wife. I'm really happy." Qingmei is getting more and more unruly. Anyway, she is carefree and generous on weekdays. When encountering happy things, let's be happy for a while.

Xiaolou smiled, it seemed that she had to take her on this trip: "Qingmei, don't be too happy too early. Go and prepare a parasol and a cloak. I'm afraid that the sun will be big, and it's cold. We're back late, and the lady will catch a cold. Go quickly. Also, Chunli doesn't have to follow us this time. We have Qingmei to take care of it, and it's not good to be too arrogant. You should guard it well in the courtyard, and no one should be afraid of anyone coming to find trouble. Of course, you must watch Jiang Yifan!" Chunli smiled secretly. Of course, that guy must guard it well, otherwise he would really drill a hole in Dongfeng Pavilion. She leaned over and was about to take the order, but Jiang Yifan came over with oil in the soles of his feet and heard the sound: "Huh? Why is it so lively, so many people have come? But I just heard someone calling my name, Xiaoloulou, is it you?"

Qingdie was a little stunned. Is this little building more gentle than himself? Why are the servants here so unruly? How could they call their master's name? Such a slick look, with an indescribable fragrance on their body, and she was about to pass the girl of Yuelou. Qingmei had a little discomfort: "I'm so kind and asked, Xiaolou, who is this person?" Before Xiaolou could speak, Jiang Yifan suddenly rushed to her and blew his forehead and said calmly: "This is Xiaolou's mother, I am Xiaolou's personal guardian, and she is her confidant. Since you are his mother, then I am my master! Don't worry, if you have any orders in the future, I will definitely complete it well and solve your problems!"

Xiaolou saw his right hand inadvertently making moves for himself behind his back. This was a secret word from Jianghu. He knew that he had done everything last night, so he was relieved. But when he saw him appear again, he really felt that one person had two big shots. Since ancient times, there were only personal secret guards, personal guards, and personal maids. There were no personal guards in the hospital. "Mom, don't be afraid, he is just talking nonsense like this, it's not a good deal, but he is still very good. He has done a lot of things for me, and he is my confidant... I'll be very happy to say this, Jiang Yifan, so he asked my confidant to go to the side to play. We still have something to do. If you want to make trouble again, you will spare your meal today..."

"Oh, Xiaolou Lou is a bad word. As the saying goes, food is the most important thing for people. We can't joke about this food every day. You do your business, I do my job, but Jiang Yifan here wishes you a happy and happy meal, so I'll go to the backyard to continue sweeping the floor and say goodbye. Oh yes! Chunli, the goose yellow clothes you wore today are really beautiful and tasteful. I admire you very much, hehehe..." Jiang Yifan is really a living treasure, and he was actually dancing to Chunli. Chunli was so angry that his cheeks turned red, he stomped his feet and pointed at him, "Miss, look at him!" What can Xiaolou do, shook his head helplessly and said, "Uh, it's okay, it's better to get used to it. Chunmei is here, and we'll set off..."

The sky after this autumn is as clear as the blue as the river water, and there are few floating clouds, and they stay on the edge of the sky for a few minutes. They are soon blown away by the refreshing autumn wind. The clear and refreshing autumn air is really different. Walking in autumn will also have a unique refreshing feeling. Without the sultry summer heat and the cold winter, you just want to gain strengths from each other, so you feel more comfortable. There are shops on both sides of the street, and the sunset is at dusk.

It is faintly spread on the red bricks and green tiles or the brightly colored eaves of the pavilions and eaves, adding a bit of hazy and poetic to the prosperous Weijing market in front of you. Before and after walking, there are claus, elegant, fresh, or worldly different faces of Wei people, with rippling cars and horses and crowds. Not far away, there is a very penetrating shout of vendors. Occasionally there is a long sound of horses. It feels like being in a colorful and rich scroll, which makes people unable to help but slow down.

But in contrast to this prosperous era, in some dark corners where light cannot be shining, some people curled up, guarded the unbreakable bowl in front of them, picked up the food given by others, and were eating with relish. There were also some simple vendors who looked full of their reluctant smiles in front of some officers, and took out more than half of their income today, and gave them filial piety to the military master. When they were about to come, they had to say something that seemed ten to those who had gained nothing.

Hypocritical words: "Master, you come often..." Of course, there are some naughty children who accidentally bumped into the passers-by walking on the road while playing and playing, wearing expensive clothes, but they were caught and beaten up. The crying sounds broke the mother on the other side, but she could only cover her mouth desperately, but she did not dare to speak out. She couldn't afford to offend these people. Instead of letting the child suffer two more, she could not directly ruin the child's life.

Xiaolou sat in the carriage and gradually put down the curtain where he could see the all-encompassing scene outside. Some people and some things could never be changed. She wanted to change, but she seemed so childish and ridiculous, and was assassinated as a mantis. Alas, in the end she could only turn into some sighs. Some life is good, destined to be carefree for the rest of her life, and some of her poor life may be destined to be stepped on by others. This is the heavy pressure this era has given people. Some people complain, some people are willing to enjoy it, and some people enjoy it. Perhaps carefree is the best. Seeing Qingmei sips of sesame glutinous rice balls in the carriage, black sesame seeds are stained with black sesame seeds on her mouth, it is easy for others to laugh and laugh when they see her. But she still has relish and enjoys it, and her happiness is so simple.

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