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Chapter 174 The Familiar Name on the Ritual Package

rain.

Raindrops hit the umbrella.

hit the wall.

Smash bluestone slabs.

Smash the black eaves.

I also smashed the pink plum blossoms on the branches.

Water droplets hit it, jumping and splashing.

It splashed into water mist everywhere, and the water mist connected into one piece.

Looking down from a height.

This courtyard with white walls and black tiles is misty and rainy.

In the hazy mist, there is an open round umbrella.

The round umbrella is as bright red as a flame, moving slowly in the rain.

It's like a fiery red lotus leaf drifting ashore in a rainy pond.

The red umbrella slowly moved under an eave in the center of the courtyard.

The rainwater from the roof is gathered and flowed down by the Chinese-style eaves.

Between the eaves tiles and the steps below, there seems to be a water curtain hanging.

Behind the water curtain, there is a little girl wearing a peach-colored chest-length skirt, kneeling elegantly and quietly sitting behind the tea table, looking down at the book.

The little girl is young and old, with plum blossoms on her forehead, and her peach red skirt is well-proportioned and close-fitting, which sets off the curve of her waist and hips that is beginning to appear slim.

On top of the short jacket, there is also an ink black unlined shirt embroidered with embroidered texts, reflecting the little pink inside.

The layered outfit is eye-catching.

Looking up, the black and smooth hair is tied into a small bun, the round oval face is elegantly decorated with light makeup, and with the plum red lines on the eyebrows, it looks full of luxury.

The ancient towns in the south of the Yangtze River are always hazy and rainy.

Merlin is a deep boudoir, and there is no shortage of light girls.

The little maid with a bun face held an umbrella in one hand and a stack of gift booklets in her arms in the other. She stepped across the steps two steps at a time and entered under the eaves.

She put away the red umbrella sideways, shaking off a string of water droplets.

The red umbrella leans against the wooden door.

A stack of gift books was placed on the small tea table in the corridor.

In front of the door, Caishou bowed slightly, tightening the wet goose-yellow skirt with both hands, twisting out the cool rainwater from the palm of his hand like a twist.

She looked back at the rain curtain outside the house, muttered a few times, turned to the girl who was listening to the rain and said shyly:

"Sorry miss, just dozed off in the madam's house, why didn't the miss call out the servants when the miss left, I thought the miss would have a lot to talk to the madam, but I just finished lunch at that time, so I tend to fall asleep..."

Caishou scratched her head angrily, the scene in her mind was still not long ago when she woke up from a doze and opened her eyes to find her wife and her sisters in her house looking at her with a half-smile.

The little maid with a baby-fat bun face asked in frustration:
"Miss, is Caishou stupid? She only knows how to eat and sleep, just like a pig."

Behind the tea table, Su Gu'er leaned on the table with her elbows, bowed her head and flipped through the book.

She shook her head, softly relieved:
"Don't blame yourself for sleeping late, because waking up can't create much value. If you can get pleasure from throwing time, it's not throwing time.

"You have lived enough." She nodded and said.

"..." Colorful ribbons.

When chatting, I am afraid that the air will suddenly become quiet.

And Caishou turned her head twice before she finished chewing what the lady said, and found that the lady had chatted to death again.

Caishou puffed her mouth, and decided to ignore Miss within a hundred breaths, hum.

Although according to past experience, she ignored Miss, and Miss would not talk to her, Miss never took the initiative to talk to her, she was the one who asked stupid questions...

After reacting to this, the little maid with Baozilian became more and more depressed.

"Hey."

Life is not easy, Caishou sighed.

She bent down and wrung out the wet skirt, wiped her hands, but the young lady didn't speak, so Caishou had to wander around the room twice, not knowing why.

Finally, she couldn't help but turned her head and quietly observed the young lady under the same roof.

The girl is beautifully dressed, frowning and covering her eyebrows, sitting alone under the eaves.

Outside the eaves, there is a continuous rain curtain.

Caishou always felt that the silhouette of the young lady listening to the rain was full of beauty.

For the rhyme of beauty, beauty alone is not enough.

Because there are not many beautiful women in this world, and there are also commoner families, and there are quite a few beautiful ones among the maids in the Su Mansion.

But who can compare to my young lady?

Leaving aside the inherent nobleness, this kind of charm of beauty is accompanied by talent, and talent comes from books and learning from boudoir.

In this era, women's literacy inherently has a kind of Confucianism.

Not to mention, playing the piano, reciting poems, playing Go, and painting.Linchi, imitation, embroidery, brocade... In Caishou's impression, there is no one in my own lady who is proficient in everything.

The young lady is elegant, lazy every day, and everything she does has literary rhyme.

Brewing new tea in spring, watching flowers in Xia Xiao, singing catkins in autumn, and protecting orchid sun in winter.

Burning incense and bathing on sunny days, reading books and drawing on rainy days.

Occasionally take a nap and get lazy, flutter butterflies to tease cats, or dye nails red, and teach parrots to read new poems.

Only sometimes, Miss will be like this now.

Suddenly covering the scroll, crescent eyebrows slightly frowned, holding the scroll in hand, buried it on the chest, staring at the misty rain outside the eaves.

Between his brows and eyes, there was a lingering melancholy.

I don't know whether there is a new worry in the gaze, or a continuation of the old worry.

Whenever she saw this scene, Caishou felt that Miss' figure was a little strange.

The figure of the carefree young lady who grew up with her seemed to be fading away.

Instead, it was the young lady's calm eyes that made her somewhat puzzled, familiar yet unfamiliar.

However, Caishou didn't know what the young lady was thinking all day long.

Is it really worth a little girl waiting in the boudoir to frown so much?

Life in this ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River and the boudoir in the deep boudoir compound is slow and leisurely.

The old man, his wife, and the young master all loved him, and the house was harmonious.

In the future, I will follow my heart and choose a good husband, who can love and love others, be happy after marriage, and spend my days leisurely, wouldn't it be perfect.

How many women outside can't wait for it.

Caishou frowned in confusion, her small head seemed unable to figure it out, and she scratched her crooked temples with her fingers.

Following Su Gu'er's gaze at this moment, looking towards the rain and mist outside the eaves, it seems to be in the direction of Luoyang.

Hmm, is it possible that Miss is longing for Luoyang, the capital of the gods, where all nations come to court and flowers prosper like brocades?

It's also a little bit understandable.

Caishou vaguely remembered that Mrs. Madam and the others seemed to be from Guanzhong, but it seemed that their family had fallen in the past, and they hurriedly moved from Luoyang, the capital of gods, to this remote Jiangnan Road. At that time, the young lady was just born...

"Why haven't you seen Sister Xie in the past two days?"

Su Baoer suddenly asked without looking back.

Didn't seem to be taking a peek at her bun-faced little maid.

Caishou came back to his senses.

Hey, it was the young lady who took the initiative to talk to her!

She tilted her head and thought for a while, and it seemed that "Miss Ignore's [-] breaths" had passed. The little girl who was not very good at arithmetic immediately sat back at the small tea table, and quickly replied in a crisp voice:
"Miss, Miss Xie has gone on a long journey. This servant heard from Yilanxuan's maid, Xiuchun. Yesterday morning, this servant also saw Miss Xie coming back in a hurry, packing up her things and going out in a hurry."

"Really, going away..."

Su Guer glanced outside the eaves, and in the distance was the outline of the green hills looming in the smog.

She suddenly felt a little envious of Xie Lingjiang.

You can go anytime, anywhere.

But at the same age, some people are trapped in a cage like a canary.

Leaving the cage even a little bit will attract countless gazes, and may even offend a certain hostess who set up the cage.

And Canary is also aware of this, so she will be extra thoughtful and cautious when doing things.

Because she doesn't live for her alone.

Canaries live under countless bright or dark eyes from outside the cage.

You need to look forward and backward, and always pay attention to your words and deeds.

So sometimes Su Bao'er actually envies Xie Lingjiang who is free to come and go. She has an enlightened Confucian father, and she doesn't have the burden and pressure from the family...

Of course, Su Gu'er would never say these words to Xie Lingjiang or anyone else, even Caishou, her personal maid.

But there are many things in the world, like this one:

You clearly know that you will never be able to do such a thing, nor can you become such a person, but after meeting such a person, it will faintly attract you to approach and talk, and gradually become a best friend.

Then by listening to the chat, or solving problems for your best friend, and making suggestions, you can sneak a peek...or participate in her life. After this, maybe you have experienced it yourself.

And if the other person has the same psychological process for you, then naturally once you get acquainted, you will be like a magnet, and quickly become a best friend who can talk about everything.

But Su Gu'er and Xie Lingjiang didn't completely follow the script.

The relationship between the two daughters is neither hot nor cold, neither far nor close.

They are good friends, but they are not the girlfriends who talk about everything.

Su Gu'er knew that this sister Xie had other ambitions, and she didn't envy her. Even compared to her, the elder brother who was the county magistrate was more attractive to sister Xie.

As for Su Gu'er, because of his personality, even if he asked Caishou about Xie Lingjiang every day.

But if nothing happened, she would not go to Xie Lingjiang for no reason, just like a naive little girl who hangs out with her girlfriends all day long, chatting and doing such childish things.

Just because she had too clear insight into the context of this relationship, Su Bao'er was too lazy to do it.

Perhaps this is also the reason why she has no boudoir friends since she was a child.

Sheep live in herds, and the solitary are either beasts or gods.

Caishou leaned forward, pushed the stack of gift books on the table forward, smiled dimpledly and said:
"Miss, there are a lot of presents, you see, all of them have been brought to the house in advance, it seems that they are all from the relatives and friends of the old lady, and many of them are from Luoyang.

"Miss, look quickly, this is a luminous everlasting cup, this is called a three-color phoenix head pot... this is a blue glazed plate with eight petals and round flowers... a statue of a Bodhisattva on a gilt and silver stick... oh, what is this, miss, this The servants can't read a few words..."

"Oh.".

Su Bao'er nodded her chin slightly, turned the pages of the book with her fingers, seemed to be in a daze, and remained motionless on the seat.

She didn't know if she listened to what Caishou said later.

Caishou couldn't help lowering her voice, closed the gift booklet in her hand, and sighed.

In the past few years, every time the young lady's birthday came, more and more birthday presents were sent from outside. If this happened to her, Caishou would wake up from a dream with laughter.

But the lady seems to be less and less interested in this. Last year, at least on a sunny day, she would take out the presents to dry in the sun, and count them according to the gift booklet, as if remembering the names of some gift givers.

But this year, the young lady was unwilling to lift her eyelids, and ordered her to take care of it in advance, and copied a copy of the gift booklet. As for the birthday gift, she put it all away and put it on the shelf, so I didn't even bother to read it.

The little maid with a bun-faced face regained her energy, holding the gift booklet in her small hand, chattering and chattering in the ears of the elegant Miss Fanshu for a while.

The frequency of rainwater dripping in streams from the eaves is decreasing.

The water curtain formed by continuous rainwater turns into a bead curtain formed by strings of raindrops.

The rain gradually stopped.

"Miss, the gift booklets are all here. The servant girl is going to call people to bring all the gifts over and put them in the attic. Miss can take a look and see if there are any gifts you like. Take them out and have a look..."

Su Gu'er nodded slightly, but remained motionless, lowering her eyes to silently read a certain collection of Tao Yuanming's poems, without touching the booklet at hand.

Caishou didn't force her, turned around and left under the eaves, carrying a red umbrella, and went out again against the light rain.

Not long after, this little maid with a bun face held a red umbrella and returned to Mei Yingzhai, behind her was a group of Su Fu's maids.

The latter were holding or holding or carrying gift boxes, bottles and plates, and under the command of Caishou, they gently moved the birthday presents delivered in advance into the house one by one.

Everyone was careful not to disturb Su Gu'er who was quietly flipping through the book under the eaves not far away.

She rested her chin on her hands, seemingly distracted.

After a while, the birthday ceremony was almost finished, and all the maids left in a file.

In the courtyard, Caishou held a red umbrella and stood at the back, watching them go out.

She and Su Gu'er were the only ones left in the courtyard again.

Su Gu'er suddenly asked, "Why haven't you returned the umbrella yet?"

Caishou shrank her neck.

Su Gu'er closed her eyes and raised her hand, rubbing her temples with the belly of her slender middle finger.

"Didn't I ask you to find a chance to return it to Ouyang Lianghan last time?"

Caishou stuck out her tongue quietly, and rolled her eyeballs.

The little girl turned her head and said with a serious face:

"Miss, didn't you teach the servant to repay the kindness of a drop of water, the servant wants to be more solemn.

"Find a sunny and sunny day, bathe in incense, and wear nicer clothes, dress more dignifiedly and elegantly, so I can't embarrass you, Miss.

"Then pick another Yangliu Yiyi's lakeside gallery, which is in line with the encounter scene in the story of the gifted man and the beautiful woman in the story book. The servant girl meets Ou Gongzi by chance again, and returns the umbrella to him.

"How about it, after this set, does it not lose the aura of our maidservants in the Su Mansion at all!"

Su Guer's pretty face was sullen, and she nodded:
"Beautiful weather, fragrant bath, dignified and elegant, sweet willows, chance encounters in the gallery... There are too many elements, it is really difficult for you to return an umbrella, um, are you returning the umbrella or are you going on a blind date?"

Caishou had a serious face and sighed:
"No way, who told the lady to entrust me with this important task, so naturally I have to take it seriously and show all my energy!"

Su Gu'er couldn't help asking: "Then why don't you see that you are serious about other things? You put all your energy on this kind of thing, right?"

"Miss!"

The little girl put her hands on her hips and let out a loud cry, her small face was very stubborn, and she affirmed earnestly:

"Spirit is limited. If you spend [-] points here, you will lose [-] points there. For other things, you can only have [-] points of energy!"

You can't eat one bowl of rice and do two bowls of rice, right?

This is not something a maid with 180 Wen a month should think about!

Su Guer: "..."

She shook her head, feeling a little tasteless in her mouth:

"Okay, then quickly return the umbrella to others, don't delay."

Caishou blinked:

"I know, I know, miss, don't you want others to think too much? Cherish the reputation in your boudoir? Hey, miss is too out of touch. If I were a slave and the other party was Mr. Ouyang, the slave would lose a little bit of reputation It's not impossible.

"Mr. Ouyang is quite a nice person, enthusiastic and handsome, and has a good relationship with Da Lang..."

"Look at what you're talking about, is it what my daughter's family should say." Su Gu'er sighed.

Caishou bulged out her baby-fat bun face, a little confidently: "But he is really handsome when he eats crickets."

Su Gu'er lowered her head and continued to read, shaking her head lightly: "Forget it, I don't care about you, as long as you remember."

"Okay." Caishou nodded, and there was a thumping sound on her small chest: "Don't worry, miss, this servant has found a chance. Mr. Ouyang seems to come to Dalang often these days, and this servant is going to ambush at Juxian Garden someday. side……"

Su Gu'er ignored it.

Seeing that the young lady ignored her, Caishou quietly stopped her voice, and sighed softly in her heart.

In fact, most of what she said were jokes, half-joking, mainly to coax the young lady to relax and stop worrying about things all day long, otherwise even sitting still would be a waste of energy.

This is called Huiji will be hurt.

It can also be regarded as Da Furen's daily entrustment to them, let them these maids spend more time with the young lady and talk to make her feel happier...

Caishou glanced at the back of the young lady reading quietly, then turned her head to look at the overflowing gift boxes, bottles and plates in the room.

All birthday presents.

It's just that the lady doesn't seem interested in reading it.

The bored little maid with a bun face picked up a stack of gift booklets on the table and walked into the room.

She looked down at the booklet, murmured, and circled the pile of presents twice.

Caishou, who was reading with her head down, suddenly stopped at a certain page and row in the back of the booklet.

It's a line of familiar names.

A certain little head tilted.

　coming!Thanks to the leader of the good brother "Favorite Dongshan Qing" for the reward, woooooo, I didn't see the reward last night, but the update was postponed at [-] o'clock, please ask the psychological shadow area of ​​the good brother Dongshan... It's okay, Xiao Rong pouted, Come fencing!

　　
　
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