The Concubine of Transmigration is Difficult

Chapter 28
After Qingluo left, Yijun took off the pair of earrings after returning to the room, and asked Xing'er to put them away carefully.

Xing'er's eyeballs were almost attached to the pearls inlaid on the earrings, she was not rare enough, she tsk-tsk praised: "This servant has never seen such a good pearl, if the girl also enters the eldest princess's mansion, she will definitely get something better than this Well. It's a pity, the girl happened to have a rash at that time and couldn't see anyone."

"I may not be picked by the princess if I go, and besides, Auntie is also reluctant to let me into the princess mansion."

Yijun combed her hair, and it ran through her fingers like black hair.It reminded her that just three years ago, her hair was still dry, yellow and dull, looking lifeless.As her body is getting better day by day, her originally withered and yellow hair has become black and shiny, so health is the most important thing. She regrets not learning yoga from her roommates before, maybe it would be more effective to practice yoga secretly in the room .

Xing'er reluctantly wrapped the earrings in silk cloth, put them in a purse, and put them in the innermost drawer of the dressing table. She curled her lips and muttered: "That's because the girl didn't go. With you here, how can Miss Cousin do it?" into the eyes of the princess."

In the eyes of this little girl, only her own girl is good, Yi Jun smiled, and put the peach wood comb on the dressing table, sighed: "How many days will the peach blossoms bloom outside, smelling that smell scares me Don't even dare to go out the door."

Xing'er made the bed, and said comfortingly: "No, let's just wait patiently for a few days, the peach blossoms are gone, and the servant girl will accompany the girl to play on the swing."

Playing on the swing is good, you can fly higher and see the scenery outside Herring Lane. If there are no disturbing peach blossoms, this spring will be more beautiful than the previous two years.

Yijun's mind was full of peach blossoms and swings, but she thought of Qingluo, the last time she came back from Aunt Feng's house she had a rash.

In the dark, she groped for the embroidery patterns on the pillow, carefully recalling the actions of Qing Luo and Aunt Feng.Qingluo was absent-minded during lunch that day, she ate a piece of pastry in Qingluo's room, and then the plate of pastries was overturned, and the little girl took it outside.

Yijun and Aunt Luo were reluctant to go to the Princess Mansion, but when Qingluo mentioned Shang Mansion, her eyes lit up. Could it be that their mother and daughter did something?
As soon as the thought flashed, Yijun felt sad for Aunt Luo, and all her feelings and family ties in this world were tied to Aunt Luo and Zijun.But Aunt Luo is different. Imagine how sad and angry Aunt Luo would be when she found out about being manipulated behind the back by her sister, and using Yijun's body as a fuss.

There is only Zijun in the Luo family who can make everyone proud. I hope he will go smoothly, do some meritorious deeds, and comfort Aunt Luo's motherly heart.

Yi Jun only needs to take good care of her body first, what can she do in the future?Picking up her old profession of machinery, or embroidering handkerchiefs to sell on the street, neither of them seems whimsical.

Go to sleep, get enough energy and talk about the future, Yijun thinks about it and falls asleep.

In Yijun's eyes, Zijun is the best, and in Zijun's heart, his younger sister is the most proud of him. He has been in the camp for more than ten days, and he heard Zijun praise his Ah Yuan when he was resting in dozens of guards.

"Look, the handkerchief that Ah Yuan sewed for me is embroidered with fish jumping over the dragon's gate." Zijun spread out a handkerchief for his companions to watch, with raised eyebrows and bright eyes waiting for others to praise.

A personal guard poked his head and took a look. He could barely be called good-looking, but he could only say that he was not ugly. He deliberately made fun of it, and knowing that Zijun was the most protective of his frail sister, he just joked and boasted.

Zijun was even more proud when he heard it, carefully put away the handkerchief and put it in his arms, grinning heartlessly.

Under the big tree in the distance, Shang Xian carefully wiped the long sword with a white cloth. Hearing Zijun boasting, he smiled and shook his head, but did not stop Zijun from speaking loudly.It is more than a hundred meters away from the tent where Lang Jun rested here, so it doesn't matter if the guards are laughing.

After wiping the weapon to a bright spot, the white light waved around, Shang Xian put the sword back into the sheath, beckoned Zijun to come over, and stepped on the stone bench under the tree, he seemed to ask casually: "How many days have you been out, how many days have you been out?" Are you also thinking about Ah Yuan?"

"That goes without saying." Zijun's tone was as it should be.

Shang Xian glanced at the camp tent in the distance, untied the token from his waist, and threw it into Zijun's arms, "Take my token to the Dachang Princess' mansion to bring Xianli out, and bring Ah Yuan to Qu Riverside, just go to the place we have been to twice."

Zijun stared at the token in his hand with his mouth wide open, and Shang Xian had strode away.

Thinking of something, Zijun asked loudly, "What about the general?"

"I'll talk to the general, don't worry." Shang Xian didn't turn his head, his voice was from near to far, and he was almost at the tent.

Zijun was left staring at the token in his hand, hesitating, as if he had picked up a hot potato, and there was a hint of worry on his handsome face.

When dinner was about to be served, Zijun was carrying a food basket, and laughter rang out from afar, "Aniang, I'm back." Following the sound, a tall figure came into the courtyard, and the courtyard was full of life because of him. .

Yijun was fiddling with her little bow in the apricot tree, aiming at Zijun who suddenly appeared, and smiled playfully: "Brother, look, I can draw the little bow."

Holding the food basket, Zijun approached with big strides, grasped the bowstring with two fingers and pulled it lightly, almost hitting Yijun's nose.The prank succeeded, he laughed out loud, shaking the branches and leaves on the tree.

Really!I'm really sorry for this brother's playful temper if he doesn't make a fuss.Luckily Yijun was on guard, otherwise she would be hit in the face and she wouldn't be able to see anyone.

Seeing his younger sister pouting in anger, Zijun stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, and coaxed her like a child: "Don't be angry, bro, bring home the dishes from Wangxianlou, and go and tell Auntie not to prepare dinner." , let's eat this tonight." He said, carrying the food box into the house.

(End of this chapter)