The next day, before midnight, the woman carefully left the bed and went to prepare breakfast and clothes for her husband.
After the footsteps completely disappeared, Wan Qing opened her eyes. She had not slept all day. Although she was not tired, she was a little tired. However, due to the habit she had developed after living in the nunnery for a long time, it was time to get up.
I couldn't fall asleep anyhow, so I got dressed and planned to get some water to wash my face.
"Creak", the slight sound of the wooden door opening attracted the attention of the little maid who had been waiting at the door, and she immediately came up to her, "Miss, why are you up so early? Mo Xiang will help you wash and change clothes. Madam.
You have prepared new clothes."
Wan Qing was stunned for a moment. She was really not used to being served by others. Whether it was after she left the house in her previous life or when she was in the nunnery in this life, she seemed to be taking care of everything by herself. She was suddenly being served by others.
Really shy.
Mo Xiang didn't notice Wan Qing's somewhat embarrassed expression. She just thought that her young lady was still awake and a little confused. She hurriedly prepared the toiletries and sent another girl to get the clothes that Madam had prepared.
Wan Qing stiffly let Mo Xiang take care of her. She looked up and saw another girl holding exquisite clothes hurriedly coming towards her. When she reached the door, she breathed a sigh of relief and calmed down. Then she stepped into the house and saluted herself, and then
He handed the clothes in his hands to Mo Xiang.
There are probably a lot of rules in the house, so it seems like we need to be more cautious.
Wan Qing motioned to Mo Xiang to wait for her to change, then took the package placed in the cupboard and took out a wooden sword.
"Master said, you can't let go of these basic skills in one day. After I finish practicing, you can change my clothes for me. I will have to trouble you a lot in the future..." Wan Qing smiled lightly and rubbed her hands a little embarrassedly.
Rub your nose.
The little girl who came later blinked her eyes and looked at her younger master with some curiosity. Seeing that she didn't dare to relax under Mo Xiang's service just now, she must be not used to it, but she still nodded respectfully.
Nodding, after Wan Qing left, he and Mo Xiang bit their ears.
Wan Qing smiled lowly. These two girls seemed to complement each other. Mo Xiang was more honest, while the latter was quick-thinking. It would be good if both of them were devoted to her.
After shaking her head slightly to get rid of the troubled thoughts in her mind, Wan Qing carefully practiced the sword skills taught by her master on the flat ground in front of the house. She didn't stop until Zuo Jian took away the wooden sword in her hand.
Wan Qing, who was deprived of the wooden sword, immediately withdrew her sword. She was also worried for a while. She didn't know if Zuo Jian was angry. Standing on the spot, her feet subconsciously faltered and she immediately regained her strength. She looked carefully at the court uniform in front of her and couldn't cover it up.
Although he is a man with an elegant temperament, his age has not left any trace on his face. He still has the image of an elegant young man. At this time, his eyes are smiling and he must be handsome for once.
"Don't panic, dad doesn't mean to blame you." Seeing the slight fear in Wan Qing's eyes, Zuo Jian couldn't help softening his voice, squatting down and looking at Wan Qing's level, "It's cold in spring, so don't wear warm clothes when you go out.
Be careful of catching a cold. Dad is going to court, so I won’t say much more. I’ll play with you when I get back. Be good. Just treat this place as your own home.”
Zuo Jian stretched out her right hand and scratched Wan Qing's nose, then carried her into the house, "Mo Xiang, Mei Hong, why don't you hurry up and buy some clothes for your young lady?"
The two people who were named immediately saluted and quickly put all the clothes on Wan Qing.
"Zuo...Dad...don't blame them...I have to go out to practice swordsmanship myself." Afraid that Zuo Jian would punish Mo Xiang and Mei Hong, Wan Qing spoke immediately, but she almost wanted to call Zuo Jian.
Sir, your face turned red again.
Zuo Jian couldn't help laughing, and poked Wan Qing's chubby little face, "Dad is not that bad. He won't punish people easily. These are definitely not what the teacher taught you, right? Don't make random guesses, you little guy
Refined."
After seeing that Wan Qing was well dressed, Zuo Jian immediately left the house and rode a carriage to go to court.
The difference between this life and my previous life is so big that it seems not just a little...
Zuo Wanqing subconsciously held the fine fox fur and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
Just when she was about to continue practicing, Princess An Zhen - Chu Wanru stood at the door and waved to herself, gesturing for her to come over.
Mrs. Zuo carefully put on the cloak for her, then took Wan Qing's hand and walked out.
"Wan'er likes to play the piano or draw?" Mrs. Zuo led Wan Qing through the courtyard, pointing out interesting little things in the courtyard to Wan Qing from time to time, and casually asked Wan Qing's wishes.
"Wan'er will learn whatever mother says." Listening to Mrs. Zuo's words, Wan Qing's eyes suddenly felt sour.
In your previous life, you were never treated in a soft voice. No one would ask you what you like. You only said you wanted to learn something, and then you had to learn it. If you don't learn, you can't have a good rest. No matter how you live at home,
Still in the brothel years.
Mrs. Zuo rubbed Wan Qing's hair and said, "If Wan'er doesn't want to learn anything, then he won't learn it. My father and mother will not force you to learn it."
"No. Wan'er will study hard." Seeing Wan Qing's determination, Mrs. Zuo nodded gently, feeling a little more distressed for Wan Qing.
The two of them walked together to the pavilion leading to the lobby. Wan Qing could see the master who had been enthroned and the nuns in the palace from a distance. The two people sitting in the lobby also looked at Wan Qing.
"Come on, Wan'er, please meet Master Li and his nanny." When they reached the front of the hall, Mrs. Zuo signaled Wan Qing to salute quickly, and then introduced them one by one, "This is Master Li, who also taught me.
Niang Guqin. This is the palace aunt, who was specially appointed by the queen mother after hearing about it. You must learn etiquette from her."
"I've met Mr. Li, I've met Aunt Gong." Because she hadn't used this complicated etiquette for a long time, Wan Qing's etiquette was a bit unfamiliar, but luckily she didn't miss the etiquette. But this was more in the eyes of Aunt Gong.
A bit of praise. After all, he is only a ten-year-old child and has just been adopted. It is good to be so sensible.
Master Li stroked his beard and nodded slowly. He has been paying attention to Wan Qing's actions since Wan Qing entered the door. He is a child who can calm down and is not as impetuous as other children.
Mrs. Zuo and Wan Qing exchanged a few words with Mrs. Li and Aunt Gong, and then ordered her servants to send them back.
Suddenly, the mother and daughter were left alone in the lobby.
"Wan'er, the Queen Mother has made a decree that in half a month she will bring you into the palace for my mother. I want to see you in person. Don't be afraid when the time comes. My mother will always be with you. But there is nothing better than in this palace.
At home, you must learn the etiquette and rules from Grandma Gong. You should also learn the guqin seriously. If the Queen Mother asks you to play a piece, don’t be afraid. It’s okay if you make a mistake.” Mrs. Zuo held Wan Qing on her lap.
Carefully combing Wan Qing's hair, a warm hand brushed her forehead, leaving a slight warmth, and Wan Qing nodded seriously.
Mrs. Zuo smiled lowly, took Wan Qing off her lap, called Mo Xiang to follow the young lady, and then signaled that Wan Qing could go play.
When Wan Qing returned to her residence, she took Mo Xiang and Mei Hong to get cakes. She stared at the wintersweet that was about to bloom outside the house and fell into deep thought.
There must be more rules in the palace than in the house, and this must not be relaxed.
You don’t need to worry too much about the guqin. I studied it for a while in my previous life, which saved me a lot of trouble.
"Miss, do you want to eat mung bean cake or mare's milk cake?" Mei Hong's crisp voice brought Wan Qing's thoughts back. Looking at the extra delicate pastries on the table, Wan Qing took a piece at random and put it in his hand.