Chapter 1 Wedge: The Beginning of the Book White Lotus Ice Green Tea
Chapter 1 Wedge: The beginning of the original book: White Lotus Iced Green Tea
Green Junyuan is on the east side of the back garden of Rongfu, the first courtyard behind the kitchen.
There is a side door in front of the yard, so people often come in and out, which is very convenient.
The courtyard is very quiet, and the three main rooms are extremely elegant.
The sill window of the east room is open, and inside the window is a beautiful woman, who has not even had hair extensions, but her profile is already very dignified. She is wearing a homely pea-green coat with floral patterns, and is holding a book in her hand. She has a strong bookish air and
Noble, as strong as the fragrance of osmanthus in the wind.
Under the courtyard wall opposite the window, there is a piece of hibiscus in full bloom.
Hibiscus is different from osmanthus, but hibiscus is really beautiful!
If we compare the drunken hibiscus to the beauty inside the window, the human being is more beautiful than the flower.
In the window, Rong Cuiyun, the third young lady of Rong Mansion, raised her head slightly and glanced out the window.
She and the window form a painting.
Her hair is like clouds, and she only wears a silver-gilt and jade-embedded chrysanthemum hairpin at home, which fully reveals her original beauty.
She has a particularly beautiful square face, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes under her curved eyebrows.
Just one look at her makes people blush and their hearts beat, and the hibiscus flowers are shy and coquettish in the autumn wind.
A maid in red clothes walked quickly into the yard. She was slender and had a very graceful posture. She walked quickly into the house and appeared in the window painting. Her mouth was faster than her feet: "Miss, she is still studying and she is not in a hurry."
Rong Cuiyun looked back at her and looked at her very steadily, with a gentle and confident voice: "What's the hurry?"
The maid steadied herself, and poured the tea for the young lady again with deft hands, and spoke quickly: "It will be time for haircuts in a few days, and the gifts from the Yan family should be delivered. But the Yan family has always been in trouble in Jun.
It’s embarrassing the lady.”
Rong Cuiyun held the hot tea and took a slow sip.
Her hands are very beautiful, and with the green porcelain tea cup, they are really a handful.
This tea cup was rewarded by Empress Dowager Meng, but to her it was just a utensil for drinking tea.
Another maid in green came flying over.
This maid was slightly fat, her footsteps were heavy, she was out of breath from running, her head was a little sweaty, and her hair was messy.
Rong Cuiyun's peach-blossom eyes took one look at him, and he showed no anger or authority.
The maid couldn't care less. She held the door with one hand and shouted towards the back room: "It's not good!"
The maid in red came out and asked, "What's wrong?"
The maid in green held her for a while longer, panting and drooling, and her speech was not very clear: "Yan Erlang is gone!"
Erlang of the Yan family is Rong Cuiyun's fiancé.
The maid in red changed her color: "Where did you get the news?"
The maid in green glanced at her, wasn't the old lady preparing a haircut ceremony? She ran back when she heard it.
The maid in red asked: "Why not?"
The maid in green came over and said angrily: "I don't know, it seems to have disappeared suddenly, really."
The maid in red ignored her and went to see the young lady.
Just look at the young lady sitting there blankly, like a piece of wood, her face as good as the wind blowing through the branches, and the flowers have withered.
This is indescribably pitiful.
The maid in red couldn't help complaining: "I just said that he has harmed the young lady, and she will die in a few days anyway."
The maid in green echoed: "That's right, what should I do with this haircut gift?" She hurriedly turned around and muttered in a low voice, "If the eldest princess comes, the Queen Mother must also be rewarded. The young lady's good life will fall entirely on Yan Erlang's head.
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The maid in red vented her anger and quickly stopped the maid in green: "Okay, stop talking."
The lady who said it was even more uncomfortable.
The young lady is motionless, so aggrieved!
The maid didn't try to persuade her. The young lady didn't like people to persuade her, so this was not something that could be persuaded.
When it got dark, she was still sitting there like a piece of wood, looking very lonely.
When the wind blows, the frost-repelling flowers tremble.
The sound of footsteps broke the coldness.
The footsteps were hurried and there were many people coming.
Rong Cuiyun stood in the window and could see the people coming in from outside, as well as the light of the lantern, which dispelled the darkness in the yard.
The old lady walked in the front.
She is over sixty years old and is in good spirits. She has a pair of autumn-colored beads on her head and touches her forehead. The finger-sized pearls set off her shiny black hair, which makes everyone who looks at her look energetic. She has a big face and her face is much bigger than others.
The old lady ran as fast as a gust of wind.
Rong Cuiyun quickly stood up to greet him, but after sitting for a long time, her legs went numb when she stood up.
Looking out the window, a thin figure fell down in a dark room.
The old lady immediately ran faster, wishing she could grow wings and fly in.
There are lights in the main room.
The old lady came in and saw that the maid was already supporting Rong Cuiyun. She pointed at the maid and scolded: "How do you serve me?"
The old lady reached out to support Rong Cuiyun herself, hugged her and shouted: "My poor son!"
Rong Cuiyun threw herself into the old lady's arms and cried.
A group of people came in from behind and almost filled the main room. The bright lamps warmed the place.
The maid and daughter-in-law helped the old lady and Rong Cuiyun sit down on the couch.
The old lady still held Rong Cuiyun in her arms. She looked at a beautiful flower that had wilted. She felt cold even when she touched her. She couldn't help but cry again.
Others wiped their tears and some others tried to persuade him.
After the old lady stabilized herself, she hugged Rong Cuiyun tightly and gave her support. Her eyes flashed fiercely in the light, and her kind face became cold and hard, as if the hidden flesh was being released: "Don't be afraid.
Just stay at home and feel at ease. In three years, grandma will definitely choose a better one for you."
Rong Cuiyun shed her tears, but still lacked energy, and said to the old lady, "Listen to grandma."
The old lady held her beautiful hand and felt distressed again: "My poor son! What a good life! I have been raised by the Rong family for fifteen years, but I have burdened the Yan family in vain."
A daughter-in-law came over and replied cautiously: "I heard that Yan Erlang's personal maid died in love."
The old lady was furious: "What's going on?"
Rong Cuiyun hurriedly persuaded the old lady, ignoring her own sadness: "Grandma, please calm down."
The old lady pulled her and became even more angry.
Rong Cuiyun lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, holding back her sadness: "That Cuilian, I know that she is smart, capable, and loyal. Now that she is gone, it is better to be buried with Yan Erlang to prevent him from being lonely."
The old lady gritted her teeth.
Rong Cuiyun persuaded her: "Sooner or later, the maid will have to take over the house. In the past, she was buried with her. Since Yan Erlang fell in love with her, he raised her status."
The old lady hugged Rong Cuiyun and shouted: "My granddaughter is still virtuous, knowledgeable and sensible!"
Another maid came back and said: "The Yanhou Mansion sent someone to ask about the arrangements for the third lady."
The old lady was so angry that she wished she could spit at the door of Yan's house: "What a stupid question! I haven't settled the score with them yet!"
Rong Cuiyun sat blankly again, crying silently, which was heartbreaking.
It's just because some widows stay in their parents' house. If the husband's family asks, they have to go. Not only do they have to be filial to their aunt, but some also have to support their sister-in-law and brother-in-law.
The old lady hugged Rong Cuiyun and said very fiercely: "Don't be afraid! If the Yan family dares to do anything, I will go and smash him tomorrow!"
The old lady shouted again and again: "Go and prepare the third lady's favorite food, sea bass, crystal elbows, mushroom egg dumplings! Look at this thin one, and go get another pound of bird's nest!"
Stupid author, I don’t really understand, why should such a white and green fake daughter be a koi wife?
Maybe each author is different? I can't compare.
We are so rich, but we don’t know where we are, or what we are eating?