The rebirth of Fu Jia returns

Chapter 18 Remembering
Fu Rong asked while picking up the jewelry.

"That's right, girl, there was a warm wind last night, and a lot of pear blossoms have bloomed today. Here, the maidservant went to pick a few, took a red-glazed shallow bottle of water and put it up. Miss, look, do they look good?"

Ling'er smiled and brought over the shallow bottle containing pear blossoms.

The red bottle body, clear water, and white petals are really beautiful.

With a thought in mind, Fu Rong picked out an exquisite hairpin from the dressing box and put it on her bun, and said to Ling'er, "Bring the vase, let's go."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked out.

Ling'er hurriedly followed with the vase in hand.

The sun is warm, and the flowers and plants in the garden grow quickly, and the eyes are green, which makes people feel better.

With a smile on Fu Rong's lips, she didn't stop along the way, and went directly to Caiwei Garden.

The door of Caiwei Garden was open, Fu Rong pursed her lips and smiled, and walked in. When she saw Mrs. Anpinghou's figure, her expression changed immediately.

"Auntie, are you there?"

Fu Rong's eyes were faintly sad, and she stepped forward to take Madam Anpinghou's arm.

"It's Sister Rong, why are you here?"

Madam Anpinghou's eyes were red and swollen, and she looked like she had been crying for a long time again.

Fu Rong bit her lip and looked at Qing Dai beside her.

Qing Dai's eyes were slightly red, and she shook her head helplessly at Fu Rong.

Fu Rong nodded, and gave Qing Dai a wink, indicating that she needn't worry.

Then, he sat at the stone table in the corner of the yard with Mrs. Anping Hou.

Caiweiyuan, as the name suggests, the yard is full of all kinds of roses, and the leaves are fresh green now, covering the whole shelf. In May and June, the shelf will be full of red, yellow, pink variety of roses.

When she was young, Fu Jia liked to sit under this shelf, lie on the bamboo recliner, rock slowly and listen to her mother telling her stories.

Mrs. Anping Hou raised her head, the mottled sunlight pierced through the gaps in the leaves and pierced into her eyes, making her eyes swell again.

Today is Jiajia's birthday, and she still remembers that day two years ago, when Jiajia was holding a red dowry, pouted and acted like a spoiled child to her.

"Mother, Brother Xuan doesn't know how to embroider my dowry, so I don't want to embroider it. Look, look, my fingers are all pierced..."

Fu Jia held up a small, white finger and stretched it out in front of her eyes.

Mrs. Anpinghou really saw one or two needle holes on her fingers.

At that time, she still laughed at Fu Jia, for such a large piece of dowry only needed a few stitches, and she pricked her own hand first.

Thinking of it, Mrs. Anpinghou felt distressed. If she knew that she would never see Jiajia again, she would never force her to do something she didn't like.

Fu Rong looked at Mrs. Anping Hou's expression, and naturally knew that she was missing Fu Jia.

Beckoning, Fu Rong signaled to Ling'er to bring the flowerpot containing the pear blossoms and put it on the stone table.

"Auntie, look, does it look good? The pear blossoms in our house are all in bloom."

The snow-white petals are crowded and filled with small porcelain pots, the petals are dotted with red pistils, and the faint fragrance lingers at the tip of the nose.

"The pear blossom courtyard melts into the moon, and the willow catkin pond is breezy. My eldest sister said that she likes the pear blossoms as white as snow the most."

"Huh? Doesn't the girl like Qiangwei?" Qing Dai asked in confusion.

Qing Dai was steady, never talking much, knowing that Fu Rong wanted to tease his wife, so she found a topic on purpose.

Fu Rong laughed softly: "That's my elder sister's filial piety. I know that my aunt likes roses, so I also said that I like roses. My elder sister, I deliberately made my elder aunt happy. In fact, what she likes most is this pile of roses. Do you still remember the pear grove that was planted behind the west courtyard?"

Mrs. Anping Hou nodded: "Jiajia planted it herself. She likes to tinker with these things that ordinary ladies don't want to touch."

That noble girl doesn't plant flowers and raise grass, only Jiajia, who plants trees, cooks and eats, rides horses and shoots arrows.

Her girl is just different.

Fu Rong looked at Mrs. Anping Hou and thought of Fu Jia's proud face, she paused and didn't speak.

If you ask her to say, Fu Jia is just being hypocritical, isn't it good to be as good at piano, chess, calligraphy, calligraphy and painting as others?What a waste of that good looks!

However, this is not what she thinks about now.

"Auntie, where does big sister have her own little world? When she is unhappy, she often goes there. Why don't I take you to see it?"

Fu Rong thought for a while and said.

Mrs. Anping Hou stood up in surprise, she didn't know, there is such a place in Jiajia?
In her heart, Jiajia often pouts and loses her temper, but she is rarely really angry.

Along the way, through several corridors, and then through the circular arches, we came to a garden. In the southwest corner of the garden, a pear blossom was in full bloom.

The fragrance drifted over, and what came into my eyes was a sea of ​​white flowers, clusters of clusters, like brocade clouds, like white clouds, spreading out in front of my eyes like that.

"Auntie, here."

Fu Rong led the way at the front, seeing Mrs. Anping Hou stopped and immersed in the sea of ​​flowers, she turned her head and greeted with a smile.

Along the winding path among the pear trees, in the depths of the pear orchard, a small wooden house appeared.

The wooden house is very simple, it is located in the middle of two larger pear trees, the branches covered with buds are slanted across the wooden house, and the small door only allows one person to pass through.

Such a hidden place, if Fu Rong hadn't lured her here, she wouldn't have known about it.

"Yeah, why are you here?"

Fu Rong was in front, and when she opened the door, she suddenly exclaimed.

Several people looked over and saw Fu Jia sitting on the ground in a small room, holding a book in her hands, and looked over in surprise when she saw them.

"This is Big Sister's place, why do you know, how did you come here?" Fu Rong asked with a cold face and raised her voice.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Mrs. Anpinghou's cold face. He felt secretly happy. He moved lightly, and took a few steps back to avoid Mrs. Anpinghou's sight.

Now, Mrs. Anping Hou directly saw the scene in front of her.

The cabin is covered with a thick white carpet, which was brought back to Fu Jia by Marquis Anping from the frontier.

Next to the carpet was a small bamboo table with a few books on it. The one in Fu Jia's hand seemed to be on the table.

"Miss Fu, don't think that you look like my big sister. This mansion is all your territory. This is my big sister's place, and it's my big sister's Anpinghou Mansion. You don't treat yourself as an outsider too much. Already!"

Fu Rong glanced at Mrs. Hou and said loudly.

Following Fu Rong's words, Mrs. Anpinghou's complexion gradually turned ugly.

Fu Jia hurriedly got up, and called out a little uneasy: "Madam..."

Today is her birthday, but she can't say anything, and she can't do anything.

Early in the morning, she went outside Mrs. Hou's yard, and stopped in her tracks after turning around a few times.

She was afraid that she couldn't help it, and that Mrs. Anping Hou's calm mood would be affected by her after all. She hoped that her mother could live a peaceful life with peace of mind.

As for the ups and downs outside, it's up to her to resist.

Unknowingly, Fu Jia wandered to Liyuan for some reason.

　Ready to get off work, my dears, May Day is really fulfilling
　　
　
(End of this chapter)