Nine times out of ten things in life will be unsatisfactory.
At this moment, Xie Minghui could only comfort herself with these words.
The dim light shines through the window lattice, and in the morning mist, Xie Minghui's smooth little face is exposed to the sunlight, and thin little hairs appear, making it look even more delicate and cute.
"Why!"
"Hey!"
Minghui held her chin in one hand and looked quietly at the acacia tree in front of her bed. Its thin leaves and tender green color conveyed the vitality of summer everywhere.
The person who admired it was not in a good mood. Ever since she sat in front of the bed, she had been sighing, and she had never looked good.
The lady is in a bad mood, which makes it difficult for the little maid who serves her to do her job.
I didn't dare to talk casually, and I didn't dare to hang in front of her too often, for fear of making her unhappy.
Yurou carried the basin into the wing room, rinsed the handkerchief and began to clean up the room. When she was cleaning the bookshelf, she was secretly glancing at Minghui, and when she was cleaning the table, she was also secretly glancing at Minghui.
Madam, madam, you are always sighing like this, when will it be over?
"Madam, I think it's best for me to stay in Jiankang. Jiankang City is so safe!"
"There are frequent wars in Jingkou, so it's too unsafe!"
Yurou has been holding these words in her heart, always looking for an opportunity to say them out. Last time, when she found out that Minghui wanted to follow Mrs. Wang's carriage to Jingkou secretly, she always wanted to say, but at that time, Xie Minghui
He was so playful that he couldn't even listen to a word.
Now, Xie Minghui was sent back to Jiankang by Xie Xuan, and these words could finally be spoken.
Xie Minghui heard this but had no reaction.
Still staring out the window, his eyes remained absent-minded.
What is not safe? If Xie Minghui is someone who pays attention to these things, why would she need to follow him to Jingkou?
When she grew up, she always had a wish to do extraordinary things and be an extraordinary person. However, when she saw that she was sixteen years old, she was reduced to an ordinary boudoir lady with no change in her life. How could Minghui endure it?
After finally seizing the opportunity this time, she was free for a while, but was driven back by Xie Xuan. Since returning home, Xie Minghui has been depressed.
She always feels that everything in the world is against her.
"Madam, you can't always look so gloomy. Why don't you tell Yurou some interesting things about Jingkou?"
Hard is not enough, but soft is not enough. When Xie Minghui ignored her, Yurou took the initiative to step forward, took her arm, and shook her vigorously.
Xie Minghui was bold and disobedient to discipline, but she was still very kind to her servants and maids. After a while, Minghui couldn't resist Yurou's pleas and began to recall those days in Jingkou.
"The most interesting thing about those days was the food in Jingkou. Jingkou is a county set up by overseas Chinese. There are many people from the north. They also brought the good food and rice recipes from the north to Jingkou. There are many delicious foods in Jiankang.
Johto can’t eat it!”
"It smells so good!" Minghui licked her tongue, feeling saliva dripping out.
"Is it really so delicious?" For a young lady like Yurou, the farthest she has ever been is the market in Jiankang City. She really envies Minghui, who has been to so many places and has so much knowledge.
"Of course!" Minghui nodded fiercely, and immediately her face stiffened again.
Yu Rou keenly noticed the change in her expression and said anxiously: "Madam, what's wrong?"
Xie Minghui breathed out her nostrils and snorted. Yurou was not an outsider anyway, so there was no need to be shy when speaking.
"Everything is delicious. I like everything, especially Baofenglou, the largest restaurant in Jingkou. I ate there for three days in a row."
“To be honest, the taste is really bad!”
"There's just one thing that's annoying. In Baofeng Tower, I actually met a sissy!"
Sissy?
What kind of cavity is that?
Yurou pouted, not understanding at all.
There are not many people in the purdah who can talk to each other intimately, so generally speaking, the relationship between a lady and her personal maid is the closest.
Minghui completely regards Yurou as her sister and doesn't hide anything she has on her mind, even if it's a bit embarrassing.
"It's Wang Mi!"
"you do not know!"
If you don't know him, then you don't know him. Why are you so cruel? Yurou blinked her big, pitiful eyes, feeling extremely aggrieved.
Listening to this tone, Wang Mi must be a young man!
call out……
An idea flashed in Yurou's mind. The name Wang Mi sounded very familiar, and she always felt like she had seen it before.
Yu Rou is the little maid of Xie Mansion. On weekdays, Xie Minghui doesn't go out, and she doesn't go out either. In fact, there isn't much news in the market that can reach her ears.
The jade-faced man...
Looks better than Pan An...
"Lady!"
"Is this Wang Mi the jade-faced young man from the Langya Wang family?"
"That's him." Minghui's reply was weak, and she suddenly felt that she was digging a hole for herself.
We were obviously talking about food, but why did we suddenly talk about sissies? What a bad luck!
The way Yurou nodded slowly was really annoying.
"No wonder he's a sissy. I've heard that this young gentleman is quite decent, and his face is even prettier than that of a young lady."
Minghui looked up and down and said disdainfully: "What are you so excited about?"
"You are not one of his admirers!"
Minghui's eyes darkened. My maid could not be so tasteless!
Yurou was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly: "Impossible!"
"Madam, you are thinking too much. Yurou has only heard of Wang Xiaolang's name in the market and doesn't know him at all!"
"Not to mention admiration!"
"That's pretty much it. Let me tell you, that Wang Mi is just a sissy and has no real ability at all. If you see him in the future, don't pay attention to him!"
Yurou smiled easily: "Don't worry, madam, that is my sweetheart, and I know what's appropriate."
What does this mean?
Xie Minghui stood up excitedly, her eyes widened: "Who said he was a sweetheart?"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Minghui was so angry that Yurou realized that she had really said the wrong thing and quickly changed her words to make Minghui happy.
However, intuition will not lie. Yurou is sure that in Minghui's heart, Wang Zhiyuan of Langya, who she keeps calling a sissy, will definitely appear in Minghui's life from time to time in the future.
"Madam, tomorrow is Alang's birthday. Have you prepared a gift?"
Minghui was stunned: "It's broken!"
"I've forgotten it all!"
The gift was prepared, but the question is, where did she put the good treasure?