For the next whole night, Mrs. Zeng Jing was immersed in or confused by this inexplicable feeling.
When the Empress tells a joke, she is no longer the first to laugh out loud and laughs louder as before. When the Prime Minister's wife talks about interesting things in Chang'an City, she no longer cooperates with the help of adding fuel to the fire, but is a little lost.
He stared at the thin black maid beside Princess Li Yu, and the more he looked, the more he became more and more enlightened.
Her different behavior from the past naturally attracted some people's attention, especially when the ladies noticed that she was staring straight in the direction of His Royal Highness, they felt strange in their hearts. A certain wife of the Shangshu sitting beside her was even more surprised.
He whispered to remind her several times that she had not yet woken up, and couldn't help but hit her gently.
The wife of the Shangshu lowered her voice and asked with concern: "Why are you so unscrupulous today?"
Mrs. Zeng Jing forced a smile, but did not explain, because she really couldn't explain. She herself didn't understand why the more she looked at the little maid, the more she felt kind, and the feeling of care in her heart became stronger and stronger.
The Empress gathered everyone to chat and drink tea, but there was a very inconspicuous little maid mixed in between, and she was sitting next to His Highness the Princess, which inevitably caused many doubts in the hearts of the ladies. After the tea cup was changed to two ripples of water, the Prime Minister's wife finally
I couldn't help asking, and the queen smiled slightly and briefly introduced Sangsang.
The ladies know that this little girl is Ning Jia’s personal maid. Although she still has many doubts, she is not convenient to ask again. Moreover, they have noble identities. Although it is impossible to treat the maids in the family like pigs and dogs, they are really different.
People from the world just asked a few questions about Ning Que for the sake of the Queen.
Mrs. Zeng Jing watched her companions talk to the little maid, and she couldn't help but ask, but she didn't care about the legendary Ning who could write a few pictures of the central hall every day. What she asked about Sangsang's age.
Sangsang was not very comfortable with the atmosphere in the palace. If it weren't for the decree in the palace and Li Yu agreed to accompany her, she would rather cook porridge in the old Bizhai, especially after having a meal under the service of the palace maids.
I felt more and more that what Ning Que said at the beginning was right, and the palace was not a place to eat at all.
When the noble women asked her questions, she felt even more difficult and worked hard. Until she heard someone ask her age, she thought the question was simple, and immediately replied seriously: "I am born in the first year of the Apocalypse."
Mrs. Zeng Jing lowered her head and looked at her fingers that stretched out her cuffs for a while. She calculated clearly that she would be fifteen years old this year. She was slightly stunned and said sadly: "If my child lives to this day, it would be like you."
As big as that.”
At this time, all the noble ladies in the hall were close to the Queen. Of course, they knew about the storm of the murder of concubines in Chang'an City in the first year of Tianqi. After hearing this, they couldn't help but look at Mrs. Zeng with comforting eyes.
The Queen comforted her with a few words of harmony.
Mrs. Zeng Jing glanced at the little maid behind the desk, smiled bitterly, thinking that she probably missed the daughter who died early on. Today, she saw a little girl who was about the same age as her, and she was a little out of control.
It shouldn't.
There are many things in the world that once you have a thought, it is difficult to erase them in other ways. Just as Mrs. Zeng Jing felt unreasonable pity for Sangsang, she wanted to convince herself that she was just concerned about her daughter who died prematurely.
But I couldn't help but look up from time to time and look at the tea case opposite, staring at Sangsang in a daze.
The more she looked at Sangsang, the more familiar she felt, especially the little girl's slightly dark skin. The willow leaf eyes that were not very beautiful to ordinary people made her feel extremely close. She couldn't help but ask again: "I heard before."
You said, you and Ning have been living in Weicheng in the early years. Is the sun in the border brigade too toxic, so you are so tanned like this?"
Sang Sang was slightly stunned, shook his head and said, "Young Master said I have been so dark since I was a child."
Listening to her answer, Mrs. Zeng Jing became more and more restless, and no longer cared about other people's strange eyes, so she stared at Sangsang intently, as if she wanted to see what kind of flowers were on her face.
The tea and cold banquet are gone.
Mrs. Zeng Jing was guarding outside the hall and saw Li Yu bringing Sangsang out, she stopped the two of them with a bite of her teeth.
Li Yu frowned slightly, wondering what the Grand Secretary’s wife was going to do.
Mrs. Zeng Jing knew very well that as the most staunch supporter of the Queen, she had not given much good looks to the princess over the years, and she could even offend her party very badly, so her tone became more and more gentle and humble.
"Your Highness Princess, today my wife feels close to this little girl, and you know that my child... I want to send this little girl home by the way, so please agree."
Li Yu looked at her quietly. Even the daughter who died fifteen years ago moved out. It seems that the grandma of the university really wants to go with Sangsang, but why did she do this? Could it be that the queen finally
Having realized the importance of joining the academy, he decided to approach Ning Que by turning around?
Thinking of these things, she decided to refuse Fang Humiliation's request and said with a smile: "Sangsang doesn't like to get along with strangers."
This is the truth. Sangsang's temperament destined to be unwilling to deal with people. If she hadn't had frequent contacts in two years, it would be difficult for Li Yu to enter her world, let alone the wife of the university whom she had never met before.
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However, at this moment, Sangsang, who had been standing quietly beside Li Yu, suddenly said: "Yes."
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"Your name is Sangsang?"
"Um."
"This name is interesting."
"good."
"Who gave you the name?"
"Young Master."
"Your young master is a calligrapher of the ages. I believe he is very generous in the way of poetry and prose. The name he chose must be good, but I don't know what the deep meaning of the two words Sangsang?"
"No deep meaning. When the young master picked me up, there was a mulberry tree with bark and leaves on the roadside. It looked very similar to me at that time, so he called me Sangsang."
"Where did your young master pick you up?"
"Hebei County, he forgot the specific place. We went to find it once after leaving Minshan, but at that time, green seedlings had grown in the fields. The peeled and leafless mulberry trees died and many other trees grew, so they couldn't recognize them.
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Tonight, Chang'an City is brightly lit and tourists are everywhere. The people watching the lights blocked the streets and alleys to the East City. Even the carriages on the Grand Secretary Wenyuan's Mansion could not raise the speed today, so they could only follow the crowd honestly.
The crowd slowly moved forward, but Mrs. Zeng Jing in the carriage didn't care and was even a little happy.
The longer the journey, she could stay in the car with Sangsang for a longer time and ask more questions. Sangsang tonight was obviously a little different from usual. She actually had questions and answers to this lady's questions.
The words said overnight seemed to be more than what I said last month.
However, the stories from that year were too vague in her memory, and were basically told by Ning Que, so no matter how indirectly Mrs. Zeng Jing made her move, she still couldn't get the answer she wanted.
No matter how far the road is, there will always be a moment to go.
The carriage from the Grand Secretary's Mansion slowly stopped at the entrance of Lin47 Lane.
When Sangsang got off the bus, he bowed to Mrs. Zeng Jing politely.
Mrs. Zeng Jing stared at the slender figure in front of the shop door, and for some reason she felt sad.
She couldn't confirm anything at all now, and even knew that she might be delusional. However, when she walked along the way, she had already fallen in love with this little girl and thought how great it would be if she had such a daughter.
Mrs. Zeng Jing lifted the curtain of the car, hesitated and asked, "Are you willing to visit the Bachelor's Mansion?"
Sangsan took the door stick and thought for a while, thinking that it would take some days for Ning Que to get home. The pine branch and bacon were so fragrant that no one had to watch it. She had nothing to do when she stayed in Lao Bizhai, so she nodded.
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A few days later, a strange guest came to Wenyuan Zeng Jing's residence.
The reason why it is strange is that the guest is a little maid. There are so many residences of princes and ministers in Chang'an City, and I have never heard of anyone who treats a little maid as a serious guest, so he leads the little maid back as the butler.
As we walked deep into the garden, the maids and maids under the winter willows by the road pointed at each other. They were shocked.
When the people in the mansion saw the Grandmaster's wife greeting the park gate, holding the little maid's hand with great affection, the smile on her face was about to overflow from her temples and fly onto the rockery, they were even more shocked.
It didn't take long before the people in the Bachelor's Mansion had already found out about the identity of the thin black maid, and knew her origin, and couldn't help but talk. Many people held back their laughter and thought that their wife was indeed Chang'an City.
The wife, who is loyal to the Queen, is willing to fall into her status and make her happy.
Grand Secretary Zeng Jing was not in the mansion. Perhaps he was like the servants in the mansion, and felt that the wife was so fussy about the special banquet for a young maid. So the luncheon was only Mrs. Zeng Jing and Sangsang.
But it was extremely rich, and there were four or five big maids at the table who were serving him calmly.
Sangsang is serving people, or to be precise, serving Ning Que. She is not used to being served by others for dinner, so she seems a little restrained, much silent than on the carriage on the Lantern Festival.
Mrs. Zeng Jing looked at her looking down at her eating the food in the bowl, and occasionally she looked pity in her eyes, and then she winked at the most powerful maid beside her.
The big maid understood and raised the curtain and brought in the bowl of pigeon soup that had been prepared.
Mrs. Zeng Jing walked up to Sangsang with pigeon soup and said, "Look at your small figure, you need to make up for it."
After saying this, she slipped her hand and the bowl of pigeon soup fell to Sangsang's feet.
Sangsang stood up, looked down at his wet cotton skirt and shoes, and remained silent.
Mrs. Zeng Jing said in a panic: "This is really... go and wash it quickly."
The cotton skirt and shoes are stained with oil from pigeon soup, so I really need to wash it.
But Sangsang didn't move, just looked down at his skirt and shoes in silence.
She realized that the lady was deliberately splashing pigeon soup on her.
Because at that moment, she could see clearly that the wife's fingers holding the soup bowl were very hard and would not slip at all.
Sangsang was not angry because the bowl of pigeon soup had obviously been left outside the curtain for a long time, and it was already warm and cold. Not to mention splashing on his body, even if it was splashed on his face, it would not cause any harm. Moreover, she could not feel this person.
The madam's malice can feel the other party's timid kindness, but why did she do this?