Wei Shu

Osmanthus is fragrant, and autumn dew is cool, it is already the solar term of summer.

It only rained at two o'clock last night, and when I got up by the window, there were still wet marks in front of the steps, and a few withered and yellow leaves stuck to the bluestone. The leaves floated to the side and fell into mud, never to be found again.

Jiang took a sip of tea, raised her head from the account books, and looked sideways out of the window.

The autumn of the eighth year of Jingchu came earlier than in previous years.

A osmanthus was planted under the green screen window, and now many flowers have bloomed. The elegant fragrance permeates the room, but when it is sent to the nose, it has a bit of smoky smell, which is exactly the smell in the room. A furnace of authenticity.

The two aromas are staggered, but it can't be said to be unpleasant.

Mrs. Jiang moved the Longquan kiln incense burner on the table to the side, and the incense balls on the jade leaves were slightly warm, exuding a pleasant fragrance.

In fact, she prefers the halal and elegant scent of osmanthus seeds, but reading the account books is a tiring job, if you don't burn incense and calm yourself, you may have a headache after a while.

If she was in a big mansion in the capital, she would burn incense like this, someone would dislike her as a philistine, and spoil the elegance of the whole room with this stench of copper.

Jiang raised her eyebrows, a trace of disdain flashed in her eyes, and raised her hand to pinch her shoulder a few times.

Seeing this, Mei Xiang, the maid who was serving at the side, hurried forward to take her hand, while pressing her gently, she persuaded in a low voice:
"Ma'am, I've been watching this for almost half an hour, do you want to close your eyes for a while?"

Jiang patted her hand to signal her to stop, with a helpless smile on her face:
"It's time to leave in a few days. If you don't clear up these old accounts, you will never be able to write a letter and ask someone to copy it down for me to see."

She was born with extremely delicate eyebrows and eyes. When she was young, she thought she had a beautiful face. Now that she is two years old, she also has a slightly plump body and a beady face. Her charm is not comparable to that of Shaohua's daughter.

Seeing her looking down at the account again, Mei Xiang wanted to wait to persuade her, but suddenly heard a commotion outside the courtyard, and immediately the two little girls by the door called out in unison, "The girl is here."

Following the voice, the courtyard door was pushed open with a "bang", and a little girl in a red dress was swept into the courtyard like a ball of fire. The sweet and crisp voice was like a bird chirping:

"Mother, mother, I don't want Wei'er to go back with me, I don't want it, I don't want it—"

Before he could finish his sentence, the pearl curtain outside the fan made a "crackling" sound, and soon there was a rush of footsteps, and there seemed to be a sense of arrogance in those steps, "Deng Deng Deng" Run and jump.Then, when the bead curtain was lifted, a cool breeze blew into the room.

Mei Xiang hurriedly stepped forward to salute: "Miss came early today."

Cheng Yujiao was so sweaty from running, but she stopped when she heard the sound, as if she was stepping on hot coals, she said in a panic, "My sister is here too", and trotted to Jianghu. In front of Shi, his head wriggled in her arms:
"Wei'er is not good. I don't like her, so I don't like her. Mother, why don't you replace her, and replace her with Chuntao and the others."

Seeing her daughter making trouble again, Jiang was angry, laughed, and was more distressed and helpless. She put the account book in her hand, lightly stroked Cheng Yujiao's hair, and said angrily:
"By the end of the year, you will be thirteen, and you will be a big girl, so you should look like a big girl, don't be so tired all the time. Also, call me mother, don't call me mother. It's not popular in Beijing now. Law. I’ve said it several times, but you still haven’t changed it.”

"Oh, mother." Cheng Yuejiao raised her head, her small mouth was so pouted that it could hang an oil pot, and said relentlessly:
"Mother, let me tell you, Wei'er won't listen to me again today. She's a girl, and she won't listen to my master. Anyway, I don't want her to serve, and she can't serve well, Chuntao Which one of them is not stronger than her?"

She was obviously very unhappy, and her brows and eyes were all wrinkled, but even so, she still looked charming and charming, with an oval face, a Qiongyao nose, a pair of eyes that seemed to be painted, and her skin was bullying Saixue. In terms of color, she was even worse than Jiang Shi To win by three points.

Looking at her daughter's charming face, Jiang's expression softened, she tapped the tip of her nose, and said softly:

"Why do you always have trouble with that child? I think she is very good. If you don't understand this matter, just listen to your mother. You can't be wrong."

Cheng Yuejiao was very dissatisfied at the moment, she pouted and said, "Where did I not understand? I didn't understand."

Speaking of which, her delicate brows tightened a bit: "What's wrong with her? I don't think she knows how to serve at all, and her temperament is very weird. Even Qiulu and the others are much better than her..."

Having said this, she suddenly saw a figure appearing in the window pane, she immediately seemed to have discovered something, pointed at that person and said loudly:
"Mother, look, have you seen it? She just came. I've been here for a long time, but this girl has been sluggish until now. You can see that she is still walking slowly, not even taking a few steps. Is she the master or am I the master?"

Angrily saying this, Cheng Yuejiao simply twisted her body, angrily ignoring Jiang Shi.

Mrs. Jiang turned her head, and she saw a girl dressed as a servant girl passing by the window pane, with her skirts flying apart and her ribbons fluttering, walking among the flowers and trees in the courtyard, the flowers are flowers, and the trees are trees, she is her, nothing is wrong. undisturbed

Not to mention walking and posture, just this calmness is rare.

Appreciation appeared in Jiang's eyes, she pushed her daughter, and said with a smile: "It's true, let others compare."

When Cheng Yuejiao heard this, she was dissatisfied and aggrieved, her eyes were almost red, and she was about to say a few more words, but Jiang's expression changed, she looked at her and said:

"Tell me first, who did you meet this morning?"

Cheng Yuejiao was stunned by the question, and immediately the eyeballs started to spin around, obviously trying to figure out what to do.

Seeing her, Mrs. Jiang had a face full of hatred for iron and steel, and flicked her forehead with her fingernails: "I made this hollow stake of your embroidered pillow, you can think of ideas as soon as you think about them, why is there a cover on your face?
How many times has your mother told you, be more prudent and don't put everything on your face.You took my words as a deaf ear, but you took other people's instigation as a serious idea, and you made trouble so early in the morning, really..."

Jiang shook her head, she really didn't know what to say.

Cheng Yuejiao was distracted by her few words, two red clouds popped up on her cheeks immediately, and she wanted to be forced to argue, but for some reason, when she met Jiang's gentle eyes, the words that came to her mouth were only left Take a breath.

She opened her mouth, and the breath came out along the gap between her lips and teeth, and she couldn't get together again.

"The servant girl greets the madam."

There was a clear voice outside the curtain, calm and steady, it was the maid named Wei'er.

For some reason, as soon as the sound came out, the whole garden was silent for a moment, only the osmanthus branches slanted through the screen window, swaying silently.