Daughter of aristocratic family

Chapter 8 Small talk
  The magpie went in and took out the box. The box contained hairpins. Old Mrs. Zhao told the girls, "These are twelve flower hairpins, branches. You pick two you like."

Zhao Shuangzhi said happily: "Thank you, ancestor." He picked up two hairpins and looked at them carefully. "These flower hairpins are all beautiful. I don't know which two to choose."

"Choose slowly, don't rush." ​​Mrs. Zhao glanced at the other girls. The situation made her a little disappointed. Only three of them showed envy.

But there are three, and Mrs. Zhao's goal has been achieved, "Zhi Zhi is born in June, and this lotus is very suitable for Zhi Zhi."

"My ancestors have good taste, I listen to my ancestors." Zhao Shuangzhi followed her advice and chose the lotus hairpin in June, and then the camellia hairpin in November.

The hairpin was rewarded, and Mrs. Zhao was also tired. The magpie came over and said with great discernment: "It's time for the old lady to take a nap."

Mrs. Zhao took advantage of the situation and sent the girls away.

The girls left the upper room, and Zhao Shuangzhi suggested: "Now that the days are short and the nights are long, it will be difficult to sleep at night after taking a nap. Why don't we go to the garden to enjoy the flowers."

"It's freezing cold. I'm not as interested as you. I won't go." Zhao Jiahua was the first to refuse.

"My body is weak and I can't stand the wind, so I won't go." Zhao Shuqing also found a legitimate excuse to refuse.

Zhao Shuangzhi's face sank, "What about you, are you going?"

The tone was not very good, which made Zhao Wangshu, who originally didn't care whether to go or not, develop a rebellious mentality, "It's too cold, the flowers and trees are withered, there's nothing to appreciate, so I won't go either."

"You really don't want to go?" Zhao Shuangzhi asked in a deep voice.

Zhao Wangshu raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any problem if I don't go?"

"It's up to you." Zhao Shuangzhi turned around and left angrily.

Zhao Yuzhen and others glanced at Zhao Wangshu and the others, and hurriedly chased Zhao Shuangzhi away.

Zhao Yuzhen, who was walking behind, took a few steps, then stopped and turned around and said, "Sister Shu, you're here at the mansion. It's better to be gregarious."

Zhao Wangshu smiled slightly and said, "Thank you Sister Twelve for your kindness. I like Dumei."

"Pfft." Zhao Jiahua chuckled.

Seeing the three people looking at him, Zhao Jiahua raised his eyebrows and said, "I also think that the stars are not as bright as the lonely moon."

Zhao Yuzhen was about to say something else, but Zhao Shuqing spoke first: "Sister Twelve, follow me quickly, they are all going far away."

Zhao Yuzhen bit the corner of his lip and quickly chased in the direction where Zhao Shuangzhi and the others left.

When the three of them saw this, they all laughed in unison.

After laughing, Zhao Jiahua said: "I brought Longjing tea from home. Sister Shu and sister Qing, how about you go and have some tea?"

Zhao Wangshu said with a smile: "West Lake Longjing, the beauty of tea. Thank you very much, Sister Hua, for the invitation. I would be disrespectful to refuse."

"The weather is cold and the tea is warm, and the spring and autumn are intoxicating. Thank you very much, Sister Hua, for inviting me, but I would also be disrespectful." Zhao Shuqing said softly and authentically.

"You are so polite, let's go." Zhao Jiahua said with a smile.

The three of them lived in the same courtyard, and Zhao Jiahua was in the east wing. During the short lunch break, her servants had already packed up the small living room.

"Sister Shu, please sit down, sister Qing." Zhao Jiahua said politely.

Zhao Wangshu and Zhao Shuqing sat down on the chairs. Zhao Jiahua asked the maid to bring the tea set, "Do you prefer boiled tea or brewed tea?"

"I don't have to pick, it's fine." Zhao Wangshu said with an easygoing smile.

"Let's make tea." Zhao Shuqing is weak and rarely drinks strong tea, but she likes the taste of tea and usually drinks light tea.

"Listen to sister Qing." Zhao Jiahua picked up a pot of sanitary ware. Drinking tea is suitable for chatting. Zhao Shuqing was the first to speak, "Sister Hua, do you know how many people have been invited to teach us at the mansion?"

Zhao Jiahua sneered and said, "We invited six of them. It is said that one of them is a nun who serves Queen Duankang and is here to teach us etiquette."

"That's a lot of six. It seems that life will not be easy in the future." Zhao Wangshu tapped the table with his fingers to express his gratitude to Zhao Jiahua for the tea.

"I have to learn music, chess, calligraphy and painting, women's red needlework, and fat-making and perfumery." Zhao Jiahua counted on his fingers, "There are more than a dozen skills, it's not easy."

"My body cannot withstand such exertion." Zhao Shuqing frowned.

"Your body and bones are important. Don't work too hard. You can only learn as much as you can. There is no benefit in learning anyway." Zhao Jiahua said bluntly.

Zhao Wangshu, who was drinking tea with his head down, raised his eyes and glanced at Zhao Jiahua.

Although everyone knew what the mansion had in mind for bringing them into the mansion for upbringing, Zhao Jiahua made it clear in front of two people who could only be regarded as strangers.

It's really a bit of a conversation, and it's hard not to think about it.

After Zhao Jiahua finished speaking, he was also observing the reactions of the two people.

Zhao Shuqing said with a worried face: "If you don't study hard, I'm afraid the old lady and the others will not obey."

Zhao Wangshu drank tea calmly, as if he didn't hear what she said.

A flash of disappointment flashed in Zhao Jiahua's eyes, and he stretched out a pair of slender, white hands, "Fingers vary in length, and there are some things that you just can't learn. There's nothing you can do about it."

"Sister Hua is right, don't be too demanding of yourself." Zhao Wangshu said with a slight smile.

Zhao Shuqing sighed, picked up the cup, and drank tea in small sips.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Jiahua asked with a smile: "Sister Shu, sister Qing, do you like listening to operas?"

Zhao Shuqing smiled and said, "I love listening to it. I like the words in the play the most. It's really amazing."

"I like that sentence, 'He taught me to accept the lingering hatred, avoid being spoiled and angry, and rehabilitate myself, change my temperament, let go of love, turn back from the sea of ​​suffering, and realize Lan Yin early.'" Zhao Wangshu said in the expectant eyes of the two people. Lyrics.

Zhao Jiahua held his heart in his hands and said: "What I like is 'When I went there, the flowers were blooming on the street, but today the willows on the building are green again. I am poor, waiting in the boudoir, and the begonias are in bloom till now.'"

Zhao Shuqing thought for a while and said: "I like many words, and my favorite is 'Young men are old in the world, and pink beauties have spots on their temples.'"

All three of them spoke from their own feelings, but they were unable to understand the hidden meaning of Zhao Wangshu's words.

No one would have thought that Zhao Wangshu would have memories of his previous life. After he was three years old, some strange people and scenes would often flash through Zhao Wangshu's mind.

Nine years was enough time for her to figure out what was going on.

That should be the memory of her previous life. In her memory, she lived in an era when men and women were equal and women did not need to rely on men to live.

The houses there are very high, there are cars on the ground, there are airplanes in the sky, people have already landed on the moon, but there is no Chang'e and Jade Rabbit there.

She must have been reincarnated after death, right?
  As for why I can still vaguely remember things from my previous life, it’s probably because I didn’t drink enough Meng Po Soup.

The past is gone, and she can't go back to her previous life. It's useless to linger on it anymore.

Turn around from the sea of ​​suffering and realize Lan Yin early.

Although this life is not as good as her previous life, she still has family members who love her. It is time for her to put aside everything in the past and start a new life.

　Note: Zhao Wangshu said it is from "Suolin Bag", Zhao Jiahua said it is from "A Dream of Spring Boudoir", and Zhao Shuqing said it is from "Wujia Slope".

　　
  　
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