Houmen maidservant, she doesn't want to be in power

Chapter 151 Title Poem
Shi Jin put the painting of a pulsatilla on the Eight Immortals table, and went to eat.

After a busy day, it was only at this time that I got some free time.

She had only used up half a bowl of porridge, and a letter came from the clothes washing yard in the back, saying that two little maids who were specially used for washing were being punished by the mother for slapping the palms of their hands because they tore the second master's clothes. .

One of the maids named Qing'er has a good relationship with Bi'er, because Bi'er came to look for Shi Jin to have a look.

Shi Jin was also afraid that Mammy would beat him up badly, so he put down the bowls and chopsticks, and followed Bier to have a look.

It wasn't a big deal, Erye's clothes were mostly made of expensive materials, one of them was made of snow silk lining, smooth and clean, most afraid of snags.

Unfortunately, the outer side of the clothes was the usual black brocade, the little maid didn't see it clearly, so she put in a lot of effort when washing it, until the inner layer was wrinkled and snagged.

Snow silk was too precious, and the old mother was afraid of taking responsibility, so she blindly put all the responsibility on the two little maids.

After Shi Jin figured out the whole story, he opened his mouth and said to the nanny, "Second master is lenient, I guess he won't be bothered by such a trivial matter. Nanny, please be merciful, and I will tell the second master before I deal with it."

Mammy originally wanted to show off to her superiors, but when she saw the maids next to the second master come out to persuade her, her old face turned into a chrysanthemum with a smile, "Miss Shi Jin is kind, but these two girls are out of shape. Let the girl see the joke."

Shi Jin looked at the two little maids carefully and described that they were not very old, they were both standing against the wall, their heads were bowed, and their hands were behind their backs, both of them were trembling.

"What's your name?" She asked softly.

"Slave Lian Jiaoer."

"Slave Qing'er."

The voices of the two little maids were soft, obviously gentle.

But it's true, if it's that powerful, who wants to stay in this Huanyi courtyard at such an age, with clothes every day?

Seeing that their hands were shedding a little, and the middle was red and swollen, she was obviously beaten by the nanny, so she said softly, "Don't be afraid, just be more careful next time with your clothes. I have some The ointment used for hand protection, I will ask Bier to send some to you later."

The two little maids didn't expect Shi Jin to be so talkative, they looked at each other and knelt down to Shi Jin.

Shi Jin comforted him again, and then returned to the main room.

As soon as she went back, she saw that the door of the main room was open, and the second master was standing by the Eight Immortals table, holding the painting and looking at it carefully.

Seeing Shi Jin come in, Second Master raised his eyebrows slightly, "Did you draw it?"

Shi Jin nodded, "Today, Miss Fourth asked a servant girl to paint, and the servant girl drew some herbs."

She really doesn't like to call "I" in front of the second master, and often changes back to the old name as soon as she utters the words.

The corner of Second Master's lips had a slight smile, and he glanced at her for some unclear meaning, "What is this painting?"

"Pulsatilla." Although she spoke plainly, her face was slightly red.

Although there is not a single word in the painting, there is a little thought in it.

But she never expected that the second master would see through her tricks at a glance.

He nodded slightly, "Pulsatilla...that's a good name."

After saying that, Second Master Qi brought the painting to Feijiao's wide strip table, picked up a fine brush, and added a few more strokes on it.

When Shi Jin looked at it, he saw some loose words written on it:
"Ink dyeing is sparse,
Jinxinxiukou,

Straight into the night with the wind,
But it is said that we will always stay together during the years,
Who knows,
spring wrinkled overnight,
Xu Jun went to Baishou together. "

The poem was not restricted to regulations, it seemed to be spoken casually, but it broke Shi Jin's heart when he was tired and lazy.

She chewed carefully, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the second master looking at her with burning eyes.

Shi Jin lowered his eyes, and just flattened the painting on the corner table to dry, his voice trembling, "Thank you for the words. The servant girl didn't draw well, so the second master laughed..."

Before she finished speaking, the second master hooked her jaw and forced her to look up, "I think it's just right..."

Between lips and teeth, the painting was thrown to the ground, wrinkled slightly.

Shi Jin wanted to save the painting, but he couldn't do it, so he was pinched by the waist by the second master and placed on the wide table.His eyes were clear, and there was some desire in his eyes, Shi Jin flinched at the words he said, "No hurry, I will accompany you with another painting..."

……

The picture was filled with lips and tongues by the second master, so Shi Jin just had time to have a good talk with him.

The two were lying on the bed at this moment, both resting.

"A little while ago, the little maid at the Huanyiyuan accidentally tore the clothes of the master, and the nanny also punished the little maid, so the servant girl decided to let them go to rest. The second master thinks, okay?" She circled him and asked.

"You can deal with such trivial matters by yourself." The second master rested one arm on his forehead, holding Shi Jin, with a lazy voice.

"Miss Qi Fourth let the servants go there to play when they have time, the second master thinks, is it possible?" Shi Jin raised his body slightly and asked again.

Second Master glanced over the "painting", Shi Jin shrank back, then shrank back down again, only one pair of eyes were still looking at him with sparkle.

"Yes." His voice was a little darker.

Seeing that the second master was very talkative, Shi Jin asked what he wanted to ask the most, "The list will be released on March [-]th. I want to see it, okay?"

This sentence is for Cui Xiucai.

Second Master Qi's brows were extremely cold, he turned Shi Jin away, and stared at her like a hawk.

Shi Jin felt even more uneasy.

After a long time, he twitched the corners of his lips, "Want to see it?"

Shi Jin nodded, looking very cute.

He picked her hair and played with it around his fingers. When his brows drooped, he covered the calculation in his eyes, "I'm afraid it's not enough for just one painting."

The little girl was very calculating, she wanted to coax him to meet his old friend with a simple painting, how could it be so cheap? !

"How is the master doing?" Shi Jin asked.

Of course it is...

Do it yourself.

Silent all night.
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In March, Jiang Jin has already been granted the status of a seventh-rank beauty, second only to daughter Xiang from the sixth rank.

Among them, there is naturally the help of the eldest princess, as well as the concern and grace of the old emperor for Jiang Baocheng, the commander in front of the palace.

As Jiang Jin's concubine position was consolidated, Jiang Zhi's status also rose with the tide.

Jiang Zhi always wanted to go to the battlefield, but was detained by Su, who refused to let him take a dangerous path.Now being arranged by the eldest princess to work in the Imperial Forest Army, it looks very glamorous.

Only he knew that none of this was what he wanted.

Jiang Zhi was very depressed. Although the children of the aristocratic families who had been friends with him in the past complimented him on the surface, who didn't scold him for being soft in the back?
But my sister begged him on her knees before entering the palace, and made him hold back, thinking it was because of her.In addition to feeling sorry for his sister, he also felt a lot of resentment.

"Princess Yichang and I just met each other once, so how could things have come to this point?" He drank heavily, holding onto Qi Tianyi's sleeve with the other hand, muttering to himself.

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