Dong Gong Mei

Chapter 37 To Change the Status Quo
According to the regulations of the government, Zhao Xiwei has two taels of silver per month.

If you want to do something for yourself, the money is not enough.

Suddenly, I remembered what Zhao Chengyan said about making scented tea.

Couldn't help but move in my heart.

The rose garden has no other advantages, except that it is spacious. If the wasteland at the back of the garden is reclaimed, flowers and fruits can be planted at the beginning of spring.Relying on their own tea-making skills, they will be able to bring a considerable income.

But thinking of Princess Jiangxia's ambiguous attitude, she sighed.

If it's really like what Grandma Sun said, then the marriage will most likely be settled, so how can she still have time to plan for herself?

The feeling that this fate can't be in my own hands is too bad.

How to change it?

Zhao Xiwei was lying on the bed, his jet-black eyes staring at the roof of the tent quietly, falling into contemplation.

At the beginning of the next day, Zhao Xiwei woke up, opened the window and found a vast expanse of white outside, only to know that it was snowing heavily in the middle of the night.

Goose down snowflakes decorate the whole world. Occasionally the wind blows, the plum trees in the yard shake their branches, and the rustling snow that comes down is like flying flowers flying all over the sky.

Zhao Xi stared at the snowy scene for a while, his eyes fell on the corner of the yard, and suddenly secretly said something bad!
Her vegetables!

It was snowing heavily, and the radish and cabbage in the yard was crushed to the ground.

Zhao Xiwei hurriedly called Liu's mother and told her to take a few little girls to sweep the snow.

Pearl went to the small kitchen to get hot water, Zhao Xiwei was served by Yinbao and brushed her hair, and Yulan brought the red dates and millet porridge that had been boiled on the stove last night, and placed a small plate of spicy and soft rice porridge. Soybean sauce, a small plate of crisp and refreshing sour radish, a red-hearted salted egg cut in half.

Zhao Xiwei ate a small bowl of porridge and was waiting for Mammy Sun to come over to start the etiquette training. A little girl reported from outside the door, "Miss Third, the old lady has asked you to go to Rong'an Hall now."

Zhao Xiwei hurriedly ordered Yulan to send a message to Grandma Sun, changed into a silver-white cloak inlaid with fox fur, and walked out of the courtyard with Jinxiu.

The verandas of the major houses of Zhao Mansion meander together, and whether it is raining or snowing, you can walk freely holding hands.

Entering from the moon gate of the west wing, through the long veranda, came to the main room of Rong'an Hall.

It was snowing heavily, and the red plums in the courtyard were blooming just fine.

Two young girls stood under the porch.

One was wearing a goose-yellow feather satin cape, and the other was wearing a begonia red jacket inlaid with squirrel feathers, looking up at Feixue Hongmei outside the corridor.

It was Zhao Chengyu and Zhao Chengyan.

Zhao Xiwei stopped.

The two sisters have always been hostile to themselves, especially Zhao Chengyu, and they have to say a few words when they seize the opportunity.

Zhao Xiwei was too lazy to entangle with her, so he made up his mind to wait for them to go first.

But she didn't want Zhao Chengyan to see her at a glance, her smile froze, and she coughed softly, "Sister Wei is here too."

Anyone who sees her unnatural look can't help but think too much, and even gives birth to aggression.

For a time, the old maid who was waiting outside the corridor looked over curiously.

But Zhao Xiwei is not a sensitive and vulnerable person. As long as her basic interests are not touched, she does not want to fight for some verbal right and wrong.

Facing the awkward atmosphere in the courtyard, Zhao Xi smiled and walked over calmly: "Hello, Sister Yan."

Zhao Chengyan bowed gently, smiling dignifiedly and said: "Sister Wei didn't sleep well last night? I saw that my sister's eye sockets were a little blue. Last time, Concubine Shu gave me a box of Hundred Pollen Powder. If I can't use it up, I will send it to my sister in a while, my sister's skin is fair and tender, and I put a little perfume on my face, which is the most beautiful."

Zhao Chengyu's face suddenly turned pale, and he bit his lip.

Dawei young men and women all love beauty, and the workmanship of rouge gouache is constantly improving.

The best is the Hundred Pollen Powder made by the imperial palace.

One hundred kinds of flowers must be taken, the stamens are removed with tweezers, dried and ground into powder, and then added with fragrant dew, oil, and fine pearl powder and baked into powder.

On the face, it can make the complexion light and white, and at the same time reveal a bright and rosy luster.

Because the workmanship is too complicated, there are only one hundred boxes a year.

Concubine Shu was being favored, and the imperial palace sent three boxes over. She was thinking about her parents' family, so she sent one box to Zhao Chengyan, and the other sisters didn't have any.

Now Zhao Chengyan will send it to Zhao Xiwei as soon as he makes a move.

Such a change made Zhao Chengyu feel very uncomfortable, like being betrayed by his most trusted friend.

She snorted coldly, with resentment and contempt in her eyes, she looked at Zhao Xi with a yin and yang and said strangely: "Sister Wei is naturally beautiful, and even the princess will praise a character when she sees it, how can she use grease and powder."

Zhao Xi was slightly stunned, but he soon realized that Zhao Chengyu hated him for the event that the princess gave him the necklace yesterday.

It's ridiculous, can she control what the princess wants to give to whom?
Besides, just because the princess expressed her love for herself, she has to endure your unprovoked ridicule?

Although Zhao Xiwei is not a petty person, it does not mean that she is submissive.

A sly smile flashed, she took Zhao Chengyan's hand and said affectionately: "Everyone has a love for beauty, which woman can refuse rouge gouache? Since my sister has such a good thing, how can she not need it? "

Zhao Chengyan's wrist was a little stiff, but there was no way to get it back, so she could only keep a dignified smile: "Just if you like it."

Zhao Chengyu rolled his eyes in anger, and said coldly, "Yes, the wedding banquet is about to be discussed. You have to dress up well, and don't lose the face of our mansion."

Zhao Xiwei felt a little bored when he heard this, but his smile became brighter: "That's natural, Sister Yu has this heart, why don't you help me find out, what is the most fashionable makeup look right now? Do you have a bottom line in your heart?"

Zhao Chengyu gritted his teeth angrily: "You like to inquire! I'm not interested in that!" He stomped his feet and left with his skirt in hand.

The rest Zhao Chengyan looked stunned.

"What's wrong with my sister?" Zhao Xiwei took her hand: "Let's go, let's go and greet the old lady together."

Zhao Chengyan involuntarily wanted to pull out her fingers, but when she met Zhao Xiwei's smiling face, she suddenly panicked.

When was this wild girl so calm?
Zhao Xiwei turned a deaf ear to her flickering expression, and entered the main room of Rong'an Hall one after the other.

The old lady was wearing an amber-colored embroidered crane-patterned coat with a cross collar, a high and round tossed bun, and a red-gold hibiscus hairpin on the temples.

Zhao Chengyu was sitting on the small embroidered pier in front of the collapse, holding his cheeks and listening to the old lady, when he saw Zhao Xiwei coming in, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he immediately stopped smiling.

Zhao Xi smiled and saluted the old lady: "Please be safe, old lady."

Zhao Chengyan followed closely.

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