Yijuan cloud

Chapter 9 I will not be a concubine
I was stunned for a moment, and then I became angry and embarrassed. I shook my head repeatedly and said, "I don't want to!"

He looked at me, his friendly expression turned cold, he looked me over with piercing eyes, and said, "Are you actually willing to be a slave for the rest of your life?"

Like someone poking a scar that has become numb, I felt a sting in my heart and shook my head again.

Being a slave is hard, so is it better to be a concubine?

I don't want to, I don't want anything, I just want to live without being trampled on by others.

What's more, a life-long event, from life to death, is no trivial matter. I don't want to be a woman who is admired by men in their spare time.

Like my father's two concubines, one was my mother's dowry maid and they had a concubine. They gave birth to a son and stayed with my mother all day long.Although my father likes the other Aunt Xue, so what?From my grandfather to the servants of our Lin family, no one recognized her status. They only regarded her as the woman my father raised outside.

I don’t want to live my life with the name of Mrs. Lin like my mother.

What I want is: I am like a star, you are like the moon, and your heart is like my heart.

He looked at me shaking my head in pain and suddenly said: "Stop shaking."

I looked up at him with tears in my eyes.

He looked at me silently for a while, took a deep breath, stared at the ground, and sighed: "It's up to you." After that, he turned and walked away.

That night, Cao Yingshan changed her clothes and returned to the banquet, and wrote a poem about the moon, which won a lot of applause.

She couldn't help but changed her contempt for me in the past. She pushed away the others and left me alone. She smiled and said: "I don't know that you are really capable. No wonder Hong Da wanted to put you in Cao Junlei's study." , that poem you taught me, it’s fine if other people think it’s good, even Brother Fan praised it for being romantic and chic, tell me, what books have you read, and are your handwriting good?”

I knew that I couldn't hide it this time, I had to frighten her all at once, so I talked about the Four Books and Five Classics, then changed the topic and talked about the names of some miscellaneous books I had read in the past.

"Taiping Huanyu Ji", "Tokyo Menghua Lu", "Huizhen Ji"...

Thanks to Cao Yingshan's dislike of reading, she didn't even read the Four Books and Five Classics carefully. She was stunned when I told me a series of book titles. When she realized what she was doing, she quickly opened the rice paper and ordered me to write a random word to read.

After soaking up my pen and ink, I thought for a moment and wrote in regular script: "A beautiful woman with a beautiful appearance and a beautiful voice. There is a Wushan Mountain in Badong, and she has a graceful and graceful face."

Cao Yingshan held up the rice paper, with a rare hint of shyness on her face. She looked at it silently for a while, looked at me with approval, and said softly: "The handwriting is not bad. You are a slave, where did you learn these things?" of?"

"My slave is from Baoying County. She was born into a good family and grew up in a lady's house. Her home has tall buildings and gardens, and the hall is made of gold and jade. However, in troubled times, bandits and robbers are rampant. The slave and her family had no choice but to take refuge in their ancestral home in Hangzhou. On the way, they met the Yellow Turbans again. The rebel soldiers were separated from their families, wandered to Yangzhou City, and then entered the Cao Mansion." I said calmly.

Only a few words, but it turned the world upside down. I was able to describe the past time as if I were talking about other people's affairs.

Cao Yingshan sighed softly and pretended to feel sorry for me: "So, you are also a poor person. I can see that you are very elegant, and you are similar to Cao Wenqing. Although everyone says that women are incompetent. It is virtue. As a virtuous woman, it is not suitable for people to write and write, but everyone admires those who are somewhat knowledgeable and think that they are great if they can write a few poems. What do you think this is?"

She didn't really want to ask for an answer. It was as if she knew that the question had no answer, so she didn't dwell on it too much. Then she said: "From now on, you can serve me by my side."

Now that she has become Cao Yingshan's personal maid, her life has become much better.

I no longer have to do heavy menial work and socialize with Cao Yingshan every day.

Such an arrogant girl like her has already made friends with many young ladies and ladies in Yangzhou city only half a year ago.

Just because she has a lively personality, loves to be lively, always smiles when dealing with people of the same status as herself, and is sweet and flattering, she is even more popular than Cao Wenqing, who is reserved and calm.

As for whether you really like and have a heart-to-heart relationship with someone, that's another matter.

However, in life, it is difficult to find a confidant. How can there be so much sincerity to deliver?
Therefore, Cao Yingshan's ability to get along well in Yangzhou City is also a skill.

And with me by her side, she is even more powerful. She can write poems, guess lantern riddles, perform drinking orders, and even drink tea and enjoy the scenery with ease.

Every month, she would write a letter home to Mr. Cao. She would describe the main idea, I would polish the pen, and then she would copy it again.

Last month, Mr. Cao sent a letter home, praising Yingshan for her quick thinking, her ability to write in one go, and her great progress.

When Cao Yingshan was happy, she asked me to dine with her and asked me if I knew how to drink.

I nodded, and she was very happy, and said to Cui Duo who was standing aside: "Go get that bottle of Peach Blossom Princess. I want to have a drink with Duo'er today!"

Cui Duo stood up to get the wine, and Cao Yingshan said again: "Let everyone else step aside."

"Yes." Cui Duo responded coldly and walked out.

Cao Yingshan was in high spirits, so how could she care that a maid was unhappy?
Just like me before, the most indispensable thing in the family is slaves and maids. How can there be any reason to look at a slave's face?

But since I have become a slave myself, I feel that they also have flesh and blood, with joy and sorrow, just like a mayfly, living and dying, but trying to live.

Therefore, when Cao Yingshan ordered Cuiduo to wait and pour the wine, I would take the initiative to refill the wine glass before it was empty.

Unexpectedly, Cao Yingshan thought that I had a good drinker, and her interest increased so much that she drank all the bottle of Peach Blossom Girl.

I had never really drank wine before, I had only sipped it two or three times. After drinking two glasses with her, I felt light-headed and floating in the clouds. All past events and bitterness were forgotten behind me. It was a rare moment of relaxation, and I started to talk more.

This woman, Cao Yingshan, is no longer annoying once I get to know her better. Her directness and directness really appeal to me.

I forgot my identity as master and servant for a moment, and I forgot that I was no longer the carefree and unrestrained eldest daughter of the Lin family, knocking bowls for fun.Singing "The Romance of the West Chamber" with a smile: "The west wind is strong on the blue sky and yellow flowers, and the northern geese fly to the south. I ask who is dyed crimson by the frost in the morning? It is always a thousand miles away from people's tears... Drive the incense car and drive the horses with me quickly Up there, the sparse forest also caught the setting sun with me. This allowed Zhang Lang and I to talk to each other intimately, and the sight of the Ten Mile Pavilion from a distance was heartbreaking."

Her eyes straightened, she giggled, and asked Cui Duo to bring her some wine. Cui Duo said, "Miss, it's very late. People outside can hear me drinking and singing. I don't know what I'm going to say."

Cao Yingshan slammed the table and said angrily: "I don't care what they say, just go and get it if I want you to. What are you talking about?"

Cuido went.

Cao Yingshan suddenly put her arms around my shoulders and whispered: "Actually, I have always wanted to write a letter to Mr. Fan, but I don't know what to write. There are many letters. Please help me."

I couldn't bear Cao Yingshan's twists and turns, so I had no choice but to accept this job.

I thought it would not be difficult to write because I had read many idle books about scholars and beauties. But when I started writing, I thought of Mr. Fan's bright eyes and iron bones, and I didn't know what to write.

After sitting and thinking for a long time, I suddenly saw a silver needle beside the desk. I was suddenly inspired, so I picked up my pen and wrote in small regular script:

"Drinking white tea today, I thought of Brother Fan. I deeply felt that you have the quality of tea, so I copied a poem and gave it to Brother Fan.

tea.

Fragrant leaves, buds.

Mu Shike, love monk home.

Grinding carved white jade, weaving red yarn.

Chrysanthemum fry yellow core color, the bowl turns to dust flowers.

Invited to accompany Mingyue after night, and face the sunrise alone before morning.

Washing away the ancient and modern people tirelessly, will know how to boast after being drunk. "

After writing it and showing it to Cao Yingshan, she said: "That's all? What's the point of this? How can he understand... understand... Oh, Duo'er, do you understand my heart?"

I joked: "What do you want me to understand about your heart? You want Mr. Fan to understand your heart. Don't worry, don't say anything, just enjoy the tea and appreciate it. That's all!"

"Where is it?"

I smiled and said, "Just think, when you drink tea, you think about Brother Fan, and when you eat, you also think about Brother Fan. You think about him even when you are walking, and you think about him even when you sleep. But my thoughts are not like the tide, one wave after another. Not deaf?"

Cao Yingshan blushed with embarrassment. She smiled and stretched out her hand to tear my mouth apart: "You shameless prodigal, how could you learn such obscene words?"

After sealing the letter with fire paint, I will personally go to the second young master Zeng Junlei and ask him to forward it to Mr. Fan.

Because, since the last Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet, Mr. Fan has not been here again.

Once, I went to look for him in the Second Young Master's courtyard.

Fu Ming came out and said, "Second Young Master is writing big characters in the study, so Sister Duo'er can go there by herself."

Led by Fu Ming, they arrived at the second young master's study. Fu Ming lightly knocked on the door, and a voice came from inside: "Come in."

Fu Ming opened the door, waited for me to enter, and then quietly left.

Although the study door was open, there were only two young masters and me. I stood at the door awkwardly. He raised his head from the paper and said with a smile: "What? You want me to invite you again and again? Come in, I have something to do." Son!"

I lowered my eyes, looked at my toes, walked over, put the letter on the table, and said, "I have to trouble the second young master again. My lady said that she will prepare a big gift for you when it's your birthday."

There was no sound for a long time. I looked up in surprise and found that the second young master was supporting his left arm with his right hand and his chin with his left thumb. He was looking at me with interest. My face heated up and I said, "Second Young Master, what else do you want to ask me? Servant?" I have to go back and take my life again.”

"Tsk tsk." He shook his head, "Is it hard to do things around Third Sister? I remember the first few times I met you. Although you called yourself a slave, you were very conceited and your eyes were bold and natural when looking at people. What did Third Sister do to you? What made you learn a whole set of slave appearances...?"

I interrupted him coldly: "What are you saying, Second Young Master? I am originally a slave! If Second Young Master has nothing else to do, I will leave."

I turned to leave and heard him say from behind: "That's right again! Don't be angry, I just want you and me to talk and get along like before."

He blocked my way, looked at my cold face, smiled and said, "I'm going to apologize to you, are you really angry?"

I raised my eyes and glared at him: "Who is 'me and you' again? I don't know what talking and getting along with each other was like before?"

He was startled for a moment, then laughed loudly and said: "The ancients said that only women and villains are difficult to raise. It's true. I just said something to you, and you turned your back and refused to recognize me."

I was so angry that I gritted my teeth, but then I changed my mind and smiled: "No, this sentence means that when you are close, you are not inferior, and when you are far, you are resentful. Some people are like this. When others are close to them, they do not know how to be humble and polite, and others alienate them. , he has resentment, he is really a villain."

His expression changed again and again, and I regretted it after I said it. I was afraid that he would be really angry. Although the second son of the Cao family was generous and easy-going, no one would ever call him a "villain" to his face again.

Just when I was feeling uneasy, he sighed helplessly and chuckled: "I really admire you, okay, I won't dare to offend you in the future. Come here, grind it for me, and tell you something important."

(End of this chapter)