Donggong Zhangjiao

Chapter 62 Dream

"My servant has seen Fang Liangdi." Jasmine bowed and saluted politely.

Although Fang Yun had doubts about her arrival, he still waved his hands with a smile on his face.

"Mianli, why are you here? It's the time when Zhou Shuren needs someone to serve her."

Jasmine also smiled, "This servant came here at the order of Shuren to ask Di Liang for your help."

"Help?" Fang Yun looked at her suspiciously, "Tell me what's going on?"

"It's not a difficult task, it's just that we Shuren know that Liangdi is a very good girl, no, we Shuren want to make a pair of tiger-head shoes for the unborn young master, but the pattern can't be embroidered well, so let The maidservant brought it here, and asked Di Liang to teach me."

As he spoke, he waved his hands to explain as if he remembered something.

"Don't get me wrong, Concubine Liang, it's not that we Shuren put on airs and refuse to come in person. In fact, you also know that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has just ordered Shuren to take good care of the fetus and avoid going out. That's why I sent my servants here."

When she said this, Fang Yun understood.

But it would be better if Zhou Shuren didn't come. If someone from the province came, if something happened to her, she wouldn't be able to get away with it.

So now after Jasmine explained, Fang Yun smiled very indifferently.

"It's okay, I don't care about these things, Zhou Shuren is healthy now, it's right to be cautious."

After finishing speaking, he asked Jasmine to come forward and show her the things.

Jasmine brought up the half-embroidered cloth from the small basket, and then stood by to watch Fang Yun's embroidery, and asked some small questions from time to time, showing that Fang Yun's craftsmanship was very admired.

After about a cup of tea, the pattern of the tiger-toed shoes became much more refined in Fang Yun's hands.

"Okay, just take it back and embroider it later." Fang Yun handed the things back.

Jasmine took it and saluted with a smile.

"Thank you Fang Liangdi, your craftsmanship is really superb, I dare you, can you let me take a look at your handkerchief, I also want to learn how to embroider by myself."

As she said that, she looked at the handkerchief Fang Yun was stacking on the table next to her.

That look was very sincere.

It's not surprising, after all, clothes and accessories are all made by yourself now, unlike later generations who buy ready-made ones, and can find the same style, so when I see something I like, I want to see how it is made.

Anyone can use things like handkerchiefs, and there is no class distinction. Occasionally they are given to the maids, so it is not unusual, so Fang Yun is not stingy.

Let Qingrong show it to her directly.

Jasmine took a closer look, then returned, and thanked her before leaving.

But after she left, Fang Yun immediately put away his gentle and kind smile, and gave Qing Rong and Yan Wei orders seriously.

"Zhou Shuren has deep thoughts, and she has never been close to me. Although today's incident seems to be no problem, she should be vigilant, and don't let others have the opportunity to make a fuss about it."

In fact, she could have directly rewarded Jasmine with a handkerchief just now, but she didn't give it because she thought it was inconvenient to take her own things to Zhou Shuren's side.

Even when she just changed the pattern of the flower, she used all the things Jasmine brought, and didn't even take out her own needle and thread. In fact, if she wanted to embroider better, it would be better if she changed the color of the thread, but It's not for her own child, so there's no need to be so careful.

It's not easy to get into trouble.

Qingrong and Yanwei are also careful people, they nodded solemnly and kept this matter in their hearts.

After arranging this matter, Fang Yun took out Pei Yaoshang's chess records to read.

Originally, I wanted to embroider double-sided embroidery, but after tossing around with Zhou Shuren's embroidery, I don't want to use a needle now.

But this game of chess is also brain-intensive.

After looking at it for a while, I felt that just looking at it was not good enough, so I asked Yuan He to find out the chessboard and play against myself.

Still figured out something interesting.

This play killed the morning time, and felt tired after lunch, so I went to lie down in the inner room.

There are no recreational activities for women in the back house, and taking a nap can be regarded as a way to pass the time.

But I didn't expect this sleep to be a dream.

Probably because he was in touch with things related to Zhou Shuren during the day, his thoughts drifted a little, and he dreamed of his aunt Song who had passed away for many years.

It was still the small courtyard in Fangfu, the peach tree in the southeast corner of the courtyard was full of pink petals, and it seemed to cover the entire small courtyard, making everything look so dreamy.

Mrs. Song was wearing a lotus-blue gown with a pleated skirt of the same color, holding a small bamboo basket in her hand, and was picking flower petals from a tree.

For many years, since my aunt passed away, except for the first year when I could still dream of my aunt, until now, it has been six years, and my aunt has never had a dream again.

But at this moment, Song's face appeared so clearly in the dream, with a gentle smile, just like before.

"Ah Yun, hurry up and help Auntie carry the basket, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, Auntie picked them and made peach blossom cakes for you to eat."

"Auntie."

Fang Yun called out in a daze, she could feel that she was dreaming, but the dream was so real that she felt as if she had returned to the past.

"What's the matter, come quickly, don't be lazy later, I have to help my aunt make up the face!"

Song Shi waved at her with a smile in his eyes.

At this moment, Fang Yun didn't want to care about whether it was a dream or not. He just wanted to be able to touch his mother's temperature, so he immediately ran over.

But at the moment when she was about to touch Mrs. Song, the sky suddenly darkened, and the whole sky lost its bright color, becoming gloomy and damp.

Looking at the scenery in front of me again, I saw that Mrs. Song was pinned tightly on the bench, unable to struggle, and on the ground next to her, peach blossom cakes were scattered all over the ground, covered with mud.

The aunt Zhao ordered the two servants in a cold voice to hit Song's body with an inch-thick wooden plank.

In an instant, the epidermis of Song's waist and buttocks were ripped apart, and the blood stained the dress red, a hundred times more dazzling than peach blossoms.

"Auntie!" Fang Yun exclaimed.

She was about to rush forward to defend Song Shi, but she passed straight through, unable to touch anyone at all, and the others seemed to be unable to see her, as if she was just a ghost.

Fang Yun was not reconciled, and screamed and beat like crazy, but it didn't work at all. He could only watch Song Shi being beaten like a tattered rag doll, and gradually lost his anger.

She wanted to hug her aunt, and wanted her to open her eyes to look at her again, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't touch her.

Even though she was already in tears, the only person in this world who truly loved her would never gently wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, calling softly, Ah Yun, don't cry.

The scene in front of me was blurred by tears, and the person gradually became confused, and there seemed to be anxious calls in my ears.

"Liangdi, Liangdi, miss, wake up, the slave is Qingrong, girl, girl!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a deep and powerful man's voice.

"Fang Yun, wake up, Fang Yun!"

Maybe the man's voice was more penetrating, or maybe she was already about to wake up, and now she finally opened her eyes slowly, and saw many people standing beside the couch.

The leader is Pei Yao, Qing Rong is also pasted at the front, Yan Wei, Yuan He, and Hong Zheng are all there.

Fang Yun was a little dazed, raised his hand to touch his face, and touched a large area of ​​wetness.

Did she cry so hard?
(End of this chapter)