Occasionally there were a few wisps of rain falling from the sky, and Ming Jing handed me a big umbrella from the side.
The sky-blue oil-paper umbrella is painted with lotus flowers in the pond. The rain is falling one after another. The green lotus leaves are slightly tilted and swaying. Several lotus flowers with different postures stand among the lotus bushes. The verandah houses on the side are hidden in the mist.
middle.
Rong Ci took the umbrella, then held the umbrella and stepped down the steps with her. Xie Yixiao slightly lifted the hem of her skirt to prevent it from being swept on the steps.
The only disadvantage of wearing a skirt on a rainy day is that everything is wet, including water on the steps. When going up and down, the hem of the skirt can easily sweep onto the steps, making it wet and dirty.
The cool breeze blew, and her feverish mind sobered up a little, but when she thought about her marriage with the Ninth Young Master, she felt happy again, and she couldn't help but laugh secretly as she thought about it.
After reacting, she was afraid of being heard or seen by him, so she couldn't help but put her hand to cover her mouth, and then turned to look at him.
He saw her smile with crooked eyebrows and bright and pretty eyes, and he couldn't help but smile.
It was as if the tension in my heart and the unfamiliarity of not seeing each other for a long time all disappeared like a tide in this smile, leaving only joy.
She was happy, and so was he.
Xie Yi smiled and saw that he had seen him, but he couldn't help but his face heated up, and then he preemptively asked, "What are you laughing at, Mr. Ninth?"
Rong Ci glanced at her again. She was dressed more formally today. She was wearing a Wei red dress, a cross-breasted shirt, a pleated skirt, a large-sleeved shirt embroidered with begonia flowers, and a long sleeve hanging on her arms.
Long silk shawl.
She was originally born with a graceful and graceful appearance, but when she was dressed like this, she looked even more dignified, elegant and beautiful in color. The banbu hanging around her waist and the hairpin in her hair swayed slightly as she walked, making a soft crisp sound.
She also looks graceful and elegant.
But her smile makes people feel that she is smart and pretty.
She is still a pretty little girl.
How wonderful it would be if I could be so happy all my life and never have sorrow.
"It's nothing." He retracted his gaze and looked at the road ahead, not daring to smile again, for fear that if he did, she would think he was making fun of her and she would get angry soon.
But he thought about it and realized that he was indeed very happy today, so he couldn't help but smile.
His original temperament was as cold as the bright moon and frost, but later his features became sharp and dignified. Now with such a smile, his features softened, just like the snow on the snow-covered mountains melted when spring came, adding more warmth to the flowers.
open.
She turned to look at him, and when she saw him shaking his head and chuckling, she couldn't help but laugh.
Finally, she stretched out her hand and gently tugged on his sleeve: "Let's go quickly."
"Well, okay."
The people who were left behind stood under the eaves, looking at each other, wondering whether they should follow or not follow?
But in this case, it seems a bit annoying.
Forget it, forget it, don't follow me.
"Oops!" Mingxin clapped her hands and remembered something, "The girl and the Ninth Young Master are going to Qingshan Garden, but the girl doesn't have the key to the study with her!"
Der Spiegel: “…”
Qingluo: "..." She took a few steps back, planning to stay further away.
Ming Jing's mouth twitched, her brows furrowed, and she was a little worried, but she didn't want to give the key away, so she said, "The key is in Chun Xueyuan. If not, why don't you go back to get it and send it over?"
Mingjing didn't want to send it away either.
If you disturb me at this time, you will be beaten.
Ming Jing and Qing Luo looked at each other, and then both looked at Ming Xin: Sisters, if you are a dead Taoist friend and not a poor Taoist, don’t blame us.
Ming Xin's heart suddenly thought: "Do, why are you looking at me like this?"
Ming Jing showed a gentle smile: "It's okay, I just want you to pick up a key and send it over. What do you think?"
Mingxin didn't understand the twists and turns at all. Hearing this, she only knew that the girl and the Ninth Young Master had gone to Qingshan Garden, but they forgot to bring the key to the study and wanted her to send it there, so she naturally nodded.
"Okay, I'll just give it away."
Lu Zhui on the side immediately put his head in: "I'll go too, I'll go too!"
The three of them looked at him in unison, their gazes seemed to be condemning something, as if they were saying, 'Why do you have anything to do with me?'
However, Lu Zhui was thick-skinned, and he had wanted to follow him just now, but he was a little afraid of being beaten, so he didn't dare. Now that there was an honest opportunity to join him, how could he not seize the opportunity.
Lu Zhui said: "Well, I'll follow you. If the Ninth Young Master needs help for something later, I can help him, right?"
"I'm very useful!"
Really, I'm not going to the theater, I'm very useful.
Mingxin heard what he said and thought about it: "Okay, you go with me."
"Thank you, Miss Mingxin." Lu Zhui smiled after hearing this.
Then the two of them hurried to Chun Xueyuan to get the keys, and their steps were so fast that they disappeared in an instant.
Ming Jing and Qing Luo looked at each other. Ming Jing pressed his eyebrows with a headache: "These two... won't there be any problems?"
I always feel like it's a bit of a trap.
Qingluo was silent for a long time, her expression seemed a little cold: "I didn't see it."
Der Spiegel: "..." That's all, she didn't see it either.
I didn’t see it, I don’t know, it’s not me.
right.
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The news about Duke Rong's appointment to the Xie family quickly spread, especially about the heavy betrothal gift.
At present, the wedding customs of the former Qin Dynasty are still followed, which is called "marrying a beautiful woman with a lot of gold and silver", and marrying a good girl into the family with generous gifts to express love and respect for the girl.
Nowadays, noble sons such as the eldest son of the Duke of Guofu are paid this number when they marry. If it is based on the status of Young Master Rong Jiu, it is normal for him to give this number.
But Xie Yixiao took two copies, and she did so openly, and no one else could find fault with her. It was so enviable that her eyes were red.
Especially the girl who had been eyeing Duke Rong's mansion and wanted to marry Master Rong Jiu, felt extremely regretful and regretful.
But there is no use in being jealous. The marriage has been decided and everything is a foregone conclusion.
Gu Xiang leaned on the soft pillow and listened to how Duke Rong went to Xie's house to ask for marriage, and how heavy the betrothal gift was. Even the hand touching his belly paused.
She recalled that when she went to ask Xie Yixiao for help in the past, Xie Yixiao advised her to think twice before making a move, saying that if she married the Marquis of Wu'an, her life might be difficult in the future.
The sisters in the mansion were all vying to get this marriage from Wu'an Hou's mansion, but Xie Yixiao abandoned it like old clogs and refused to get involved. Now, she also got the marriage she wanted.
With such a noble status as Young Master Rong, Jiu Gongzi came to ask for her hand in marriage, making her the most enviable woman in the imperial city.
And she was just a substitute, so naturally she didn't have such an enviable moment, and she didn't have a husband who really wanted to marry her.
"Young madam, the prince is drunk again. Which room is he sent to now?"