Nine-fold lotus of the famous family

Chapter 14

Bi Yuan bit his lip when he said this, and glanced at Ji Chonglian, hesitant to speak.

"What happened to the hairpin?"

Ji Chonglian raised her eyebrows, but there was still a smile on her lips, "Is it more expensive than other girls'?"

"Ah."

Bi Yuan nodded heavily, "The eldest girl has a mutton fat jade hairpin with wishful cloud patterns, the second girl has a glass-encrusted mandarin duck tassel hairpin, the third girl has a honey-colored crystal hairpin, and the sixth girl has a A silver pear hairpin with jasper pistils, except for the big girl’s jade hairpin, which is a little more expensive...but it’s not as good as the girl’s red gold east bead hairpin!”

The more Biyuan talked, the more excited she became, and she didn't notice that Hongying was already winking at her constantly.

"Okay, I see."

Ji Chonglian nodded, and said with a calm face: "Put away the hairpin and the piece of light silk silk that my aunt gave me, and make it easy for others not to see them."

"Yes."

Hong Ying and Bi Yuan looked at each other, and gradually came to their senses, and hurriedly responded in unison.

Seeing the two of them getting busy with quick movements, Ji Chonglian put down the porcelain cup and got up, turned around a seven-color glass screen of grass-colored nanmu and entered the inner room.

The layout of the inner room is also very elegant. Although the rosewood hanging flower bed is a bit old, it is fragrant after a long time. The blue curtain of tulle gauze hangs from the bed frame, and a mahogany carved dressing table is placed on one side. A dark red lacquer and gold-painted curly grass-pattern wardrobe stands in the corner, and a bean-green glazed double-eared three-legged stove is placed on the waist table by the window.

The layout of this room really suits her wishes. Could it be that the eldest aunt had expected that the Emerald Lake would be given to her?
With such deep thinking, even Ji Chonglian didn't know what to say.

Although she is a time-traveling person, she dare not underestimate the wisdom of the ancients. Based on what she heard and seen in the past few months when she first entered the other world, there are quite a few smart people among the ancients, but few are really stupid. That's why she lives so cautiously.

Of course, there is no lack of powerful and tyrannical ones among them, such as Li Zhao, the eldest son of the Lingnan Prince. If their siblings hadn't run so fast, they might have lost arms and legs, and even lost their lives.

She heard Ji Furong talk about the rumors about Li Zhao, the son of the Lingnan Prince. This son was cruel by nature, and his temper was even worse. The maid who accidentally knocked over the teacup threw it to the Tibetan mastiff in the iron cage. One can imagine the bloody and tragic ending.

Thank goodness they didn't fall into such hands, and as for the future, we'll see.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ji Chonglian glanced around, a gentle smile slowly appeared on the corner of her lips, she hummed a little tune, kicked off the embroidered shoes on the soles of her feet, and hugged an autumn-colored ink pillow He fell down on his back, his limbs stretched out, and he felt an indescribable satisfaction in his heart.

But when Ji Chonglian's eyes drifted past, she was startled when she touched the undulating embroidery pattern on the top of the tent, and then sat up suddenly, her eyes widened, staring at the top of the tent in disbelief.

If she thought it was just a coincidence before, but now she can be sure that it must be a deliberate arrangement by the eldest aunt, because the embroidery on the top of the tent coincides with her name, can this also be called a coincidence?

The half-opened or blooming lotus flowers, with their petals stretched and lotus leaves connected, are like rolling up clusters of waves, full of poetic and picturesque, exquisite embroidery, fine stitches, and faintly revealing a magnificent luster. It was done with painstaking effort, definitely not hastily.

No wonder when Ji Ziwei was asking her aunt to tell about the magical effects of these gardens, her aunt tried her best to highlight the beauty of other gardens, but only passed the Emerald Lake. Is this place really reserved for her?
Thinking of this, Ji Chonglian's eyes turned red. If she judged others by herself at first, then she must have the capital to be used by others, but what does she have?
An orphan girl, accompanied by a weak younger brother, her grandmother doesn't love her, her father doesn't like her, yet she is loved by her eldest aunt.

What is all this for?

Even if there is no calculation, there is a reason, but it is not certain whether the eldest aunt will tell her.

But no matter what, Ji Chonglian is only full of gratitude to Ji Minghui now, maybe in this strange old house in the future, their siblings will have allies or support again?
There was silence in Biyou Pavilion, but just after dusk, a lantern was already lit in the garden, hanging high in the corridor, its swaying posture was like a gorgeous red flower.

Aunt Liu was lazily leaning on the beauty couch after washing her hair, her black hair was tied up in a pine bun, a jasper hairpin was inserted, and her slender figure was wrapped in a smoky blue soft homely long jacket covered with brocade. The tail of the robe was slanted on the footrest, and a little girl with a pine-colored jacket and a new head was kneeling lightly beside her, with her eyes downcast, silently beating and serving the beauty.

Coincidentally, when she left Shangjing, the old lady said that she wanted to reduce the number of people in the mansion. She had long thought that the two vixens in the house were not pleasing to the eye. If it hadn't been for the fact that Mrs. Shen forced her to do it back then, and because of the look in the old lady's eyes, she would have said nothing. He will accept it, and now he is sending off to get married when he is leaving Beijing, and those who stay by his side to serve are all brought up by the little maids.

It doesn't matter if she's a little bit young, just train her slowly, so that she doesn't think she can climb into the master's bed when she grows a little bit beautiful. This kind of girl is definitely not allowed to stay.

"Master is back in the house!"

A crisp and tender female voice sounded from outside the house, Aunt Liu's slightly closed eyes suddenly widened, and kicked the little girl next to her leg, "Shui Ling, go and cook a pot of Tieguanyin, it will moisten and improve eyesight, the master likes this taste the most! "

"Yes."

Shui Ling responded, packed her things neatly, saw Ji Mingxuan entered the inner room, saluted respectfully, and then stepped back.

"These little girls are pretty clever, but they are a little younger!"

Ji Mingxuan withdrew his regretful gaze, and looked at Aunt Liu with a smile in his eyes.

Aunt Liu snorted coquettishly, rolled her eyes, stepped forward to take off the cloak for Ji Mingxuan, then pulled him to sit on the couch, pinched his shoulders for him, and whispered softly: "That's not true, I also wanted to Pick some older ones, but they won't be able to stay for a few years when they are older, and they will have to be trained again when they leave, which will be very tiring, and the master doesn't want to watch concubines work so hard..."

"Everything you say is right."

Ji Mingxuan patted the back of Aunt Liu's hand, feeling the tenderness and smoothness, he couldn't help pulling it over and kissing it, which made Aunt Liu smile again.

"Are you still used to living in Biyou Pavilion?"

Ji Mingxuan took the opportunity to pull Aunt Liu to sit on his lap, wrapped his hands around her slender waist, and leaned closer to her hair for a deep sniff, and suddenly felt a burst of sweet fragrance rushing into his nose, he couldn't help being smart, his eyes darkened , his hands were irregularly poked in from the gap of the long jacket, kneading and teasing for a while.

(End of this chapter)