White Hedge Dream

Chapter 13 No Fragrance

The smoke curls up from the Boshan furnace, like a white line, swaying and circling continuously.

Chunyue looked at this scene and thought that the incense in the house was colorless and odorless, but the spices brought by the new young lady herself were colorless and odorless.

It's not a very good spice.

"Young madam, I see you don't have much spices." She asked, "What kind of fragrance do you like? I'll go to the house to get some."

Madam Marquis does not like this daughter-in-law, but she will always receive the treatment that a young lady should have, and the food and clothing expenses will be according to the proportion, and no one will stop her.

Zhuang Li lowered his head and closed the spice box. He shook his head when he heard this: "No, I only use the incense I made myself." At this point, he smiled at Chunyue again, "When it is used up, help me get some ingredients. "

Everyone has their own little quirks, Chunyue smiled and answered, watching Zhuang Li unfold the scroll on the table, knowing that Zhuang Li should write.

"Young madam, let me help you grind the ink." Chunyue said.

Zhuang Li shook his head: "I'll do it myself." He paused and explained, "I can control how much I use."

In other words, she used very little each time, and Chunyue had already noticed it, because she couldn't write a few words, just like Meng Tong who had just started to learn to write, but the young lady's handwriting was very good.

The young lady's habits are really strange. Chunyue said nothing and answered yes.

"You go and have a rest." Zhuang Li continued.

Chunyue knew that no one would disturb her while she was writing, so she left without saying any more.

Xueliu was sitting in the front yard. Two little girls were half-kneeling to dye her nails. Chunhong and Chunxiang were chatting beside her. When she saw Chunyue coming out, Xueliu curled her lips.

"You just said you didn't need to serve me, but you didn't listen, so you were kicked out, right?" She said, "She is taciturn, comes from a small family, and is used to taking care of herself. You serve her, but she still feels uncomfortable."

Chun Yue laughed and said, "Young lady, you want to write. Scholars don't want to be disturbed when they are reading and writing. In the past, when the prince was at home, he would not wait on him..."

Xue Liu was not happy when he compared the Crown Prince with this woman, and interrupted Chun Yue: "Why do you write and read? I've only written half of an article about Xiaoyaoyou since she came home. I don't think she can write, she's just pretending... "

She has also read books, knows Chinese characters, and even knows what the new young lady writes.

What's there to show off if you can read? Why don't you pretend to write every day?

Xue Liu pulled her hand back, looked at the color on her nails, and threw it away angrily.

"What a pattern, it's so ugly, wash it for me."

The little girls hurriedly responded yes.

Chunhong winked at Chunyue, but Chunyue didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Also, I think she only turned one page of the books she borrowed from the Crown Prince's study." Xue Liu looked at Chunyue, "Please take care of it and don't lose it or damage it. The Crown Prince is a real scholar. The collection in the study room Many of them are treasures, and it would be sad if they were spoiled.”

Chunyue forced out a smile: "Yes, I will watch, sister, don't worry."

Zhuang Li didn't hear the words of the maids outside. She was concentrating on writing.

Although I have been here for a short time, although it is inevitable to interact with unfamiliar people, overall, my life is pretty good and quiet.

The white smoke from the Boshan furnace on the table is still winding, still a single line, but it seems to have turned into countless lines because of its continuous flow.

Countless white lines entwine the fence in front of the desk.

Zhuang Li's sight seemed to be blocked by smoke. She had to look at the paper on the desk more intently. The pen in her hand seemed to become very heavy. She slowly lifted it up and lowered it slowly. With just this movement, she Sweat oozed out from the tip of his nose, and with each stroke, more sweat oozed out, and soon it was densely covered with glitter on the tip of his nose and forehead.

After an unknown amount of time, the spices in Boshan's furnace burned out, and the entangled white thread gradually faded and then dissipated.

Zhuang Li looked at the last stroke, exhaled softly, looked at the paper on the table, and finally finished writing a happy journey.

She raised her sleeves to wipe the sweat from her nose and forehead, and looked out the window. The setting sun had already set.

"Chunyue." She called.

Footsteps sounded immediately in the seemingly quiet courtyard, accompanied by a crisp female voice responding.

"Young madam, have you finished writing?" Chunyue walked in and asked with a smile. Zhuang Li looked at the smiling face and couldn't help but smile: "Yes, it's finished."

Chunyue came over and looked at the paper full of words: "Young lady's writing is so beautiful."

"It would be great if you can write it down." Zhuang Li said, "It doesn't matter whether it looks good or not."

Yes, she is a boudoir girl after all, and she is not trying to gain fame. It would be great if she can read and write. Chunyue nodded with a smile: "Young lady, please pass on the food."

Night gradually enveloped the earth, the eaves and courtyards were plunged into darkness, and the indoor lights were bright. Chun Yue took the maids to check the window screens one by one to avoid mosquito infestation.

"Young madam, where are you sitting and reading?" Chunyue asked.

In the past few days, Zhuang Li would read for a while before going to bed, although as Xue Liu said, he hadn't turned a few pages after reading for several days.

The summer night is long, the prince is not at home, and there is no need for Mrs. Hou to serve, so he is alone and passing the time.

Zhuang Li shook his head: "I won't watch it tonight." He smiled at Chunyue again, "I will save my energy to dream tonight."

In fact, the new young lady is not taciturn. She will explain it specially. Chunyue also smiled: "Have a good dream? You really need to save your strength."

It's hard to sleep well in a strange place, let alone dream. It seems that the young lady has finally adapted to this place.

Chunyue extinguished the lights in the room one by one and watched Zhuang Li, who had put on a white gauze coat in the inner room, hanging the written words by the window.

Although she said her writing was not good, she still liked the words she wrote. She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile: "Young madam, let me help you."

Zhuang Li did not refuse her help, and the two hung the scroll next to the flower stand by the window.

Zhuang Li lit the Boshan furnace again.

Unlike the incense during the day, Chunyue did not see smoke coming out, but there was still no fragrance.

"Young Madam, if you have something to call me." Chunyue put down the night light without asking any more questions, "I'm on duty tonight, in the Toji Room."

The cold moonlight moved in the courtyard, like gentle flowing water, gradually passing over the rockery trees and climbing to the window edge. The night wind also followed, blowing the scroll hanging by the window. The moonlight took the opportunity to follow in and hit the scroll. There seemed to be a clear voice in the scroll, and each word on the scroll seemed to be smashed into pieces, emitting fluorescence.

The moonlight seemed to have found a fun game, and kept pouring in, breaking into pieces one by one, like fireflies flying, filling the room, and falling on the hanging bed tent, twinkling like stars.

Zhuang Li opened his eyes suddenly.

A few lights lit up in her blurred vision. They were lanterns hanging on the street. There seemed to be people walking around, and there seemed to be people talking and laughing, but it seemed to be covered with a layer of veil. She couldn't see clearly or hear it, until suddenly there was a drum sound. Sounds vibrated from a distance, the veil of fog was washed away, and the noise of figures immediately hit his face.

"Curfew's up."

"Go quickly, go quickly."

A salesman ran out of the alley with a load, ran into Zhuangli, and passed through Zhuangli the next moment.

Zhuang Li looked back and saw the salesman running away. Then he looked at the crowds on the street dispersing, and the drums of the curfew echoed loudly.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye, the people and bustle on the street disappeared, and the darkness and silence when she first opened her eyes returned.

Real and real, unreal and unreal.

Zhuang Li looked at this street and recognized that this was where he walked from outside the capital to the Dongyang Marquis Mansion.

Dongyang Houfu is located in the western suburbs of the capital, not the center of the city.

How far can her dreams last?

Can she get to where she's going?

She lifted her feet and walked forward.

(End of chapter)