Early in the morning, in a corner of the garden.

Since the eldest master received a reply from the second son of the Imperial Shang An family, he became smiling and full of fighting spirit, but under his strong energy, he was rigid and autocratic. He would scold him even if he was not even a little bit short of his dress at home.

Chu Zhiyin sat in the Shuiyue Pavilion in the garden lake, eating candied fruits while looking at the master who was on his hips to command the servants.

Sometimes he smiles very well, sometimes he blows his beard and stares, his expression changes vividly, and his commanding actions are like an immortal who is tragic in Yunze's practice.

Chu Zhiyin laughed out loud. When a son of an imperial merchant came to visit, the head of the house could worry about these trivial matters.

Is it the charm of money or the charm of money?

His vision shifted. A servant was holding a huge pot of crabapple flower plants in the corridor on the side of the garden. The blooming flowers blocked his sight and he walked carefully every step.

Chu Zhiyin was worried about him when she saw this. It was a bit heavy for both of them to carry such a big crabapple flower, and one person was afraid that it would be a bad thing.

Sure enough, as soon as her thoughts arose, a loud cracking sounded, the porcelain flower pot broke, and the beautiful flowers fell, and when they reached the ground, they shook, just like the heart of a servant, ruined.

The master walked angrily to the servant when he heard the sound. The tall figure pressed against the hunched servant and cursed, from personal greetings to the ancestors.

The servant's face went from red to white to blue, and even a few more colors could turn into a rainbow, and his head became lower and lower, making him look pitiful.

Finally, it ended with a month's monthly money deducting. Chu Zhiyin said, indeed, in any world, people who are incompetent and have no money will suffer all the insults and exploitation.

Chu Zhiyin was so excited when he saw gossip that he suddenly met the big master who turned his head. His eyes were still angry and shouted at her: "And you, you are not practicing embroidery in the boudoir. Here you are annoying. Eat candied fruit all day long to see how fat you are. Xiaohong took away the things and took the lady back!"

After saying that, the master shook his sleeves and left, leaving Chu Zhiyin to hold the candied fruit in a fixed manner. Eating is neither not to eat nor not to eat.

Humph! She threw the candied fruit into the box, what does it have to do with her?

The servant was standing next to the flower-breaking ground with his head down, his fists clenched with both hands, his expression was tolerant and unwilling to accept it. Chu Zhiyin understood his feelings very well.

But in a world where the strong prey on the weak, you have to endure it if you are weak.

Chu Zhiyin got up and cleaned her ears and hair, let Xiaohong hold the candied fruit and slowly walk out of the Shuiyue Pavilion, and stop when she was about to pass by the servant.

"Here, have some candied fruit, be sweeter."

The servant slowly raised his head like a frightened person, his tender face exuded incredible. He saw a plum pickled with honey on his fingertips, which looked golden under the sunset. Is it a rare amber?

The servant was hesitant, was he worthy of taking it? His fingers pinched the corner of his clothes, and he looked like a small animal on the side of the road, but he didn't dare to ask for it.

Poor.

"Don't you like it? Take one." Chu Zhiyin grabbed the servant's hand and put the candied fruit in it. Although she couldn't help him, sweet can be shared.

When she was injured, she liked to eat sweet things the most because the sweet taste could dilute the bloody smell in her mouth.

The servant took the candied fruit.

After returning to the courtyard, Chu Zhiyin asked Xiaohong to take out her original embroidery work, but she directly brought her a large box that was about to rise, full of fabric.

She opened the box with joy, and the dust coming from her face made her sneeze several times.

"Xiaohong, I embroidered it all?"

"Yes, Miss."

Just pick up a piece of cloth, the pattern on it is very strange, and all kinds of dark lines shuttle through it, forming a shape that is both weird and not messy.

Scan all the cloths in the box, the styles inside were different and the colors were strange. Although the embroidery was not a flower, the cables were well-versed.

Chu Zhiyin was attracted by a lightest colored cloth in the corner. The figure embroidered on it was a picture of the characters. There were three people's backs under the willow tree with lines outlined, a man and a woman pulling a little girl.

The picture is simple and rough, and the embroidery method is immature.

"How long has it been?" Chu Zhiyin asked

Xiaohong shook her head, saying she didn't know.

Rubbing the pattern with her fingertips, suddenly her nose was sour, and an unknown emotion swept across her heart.

She knew it was the original emotion.

In fact, it is not difficult to guess that the embroidered one is her father and her nominal mother, and the child in the middle is definitely not her, but her sister.

She was not in the family of the happy family. The saddest and bitter scene in her heart was left on Juanbu. She is such a pitiful person!

Influenced by the original body, Chu Zhiyin was also a little depressed. She put the rolled cloth back to the original place and asked Xiaohong to move the box back.

In fact, people who don’t love you are like dandelions that go with the wind, and they can’t catch them. Instead of longing, it’s better to let go. I don’t know if the stupid original body can understand.

But the original body no longer has the chance to understand.

"Xiaohong, let's talk about gossip." Chu Zhiyin shouted.

The sound of broken steps came from outside the door, and Xiaohong responded loudly: "Here, Miss."

There were some desserts on the table and a pot of tea. Xiaohong and Chu Zhiyin sat opposite each other. Xiaohong bulged her cheeks and looked at Chu Zhiyin with bright eyes.

"start!"

Xiaohong, who received the order, had her eyes glowing, and her mouth opened her latest news.

"I heard that the second son of the An family of the Imperial Shang is a person who looks like a legitimate immortal. He appeared on the streets of the east of the city a few days ago, and one street was blocked and blocked."

Chu Zhiyin asked, "Where did you go yesterday, Shen Shi."

"Miss, I'm going to buy candied fruit for you." Xiaohong's voice was very small, obviously lacking confidence.

"I bought it in Chengdong?"

"Western city, I went to the east of the city..."

It's a good place to go, and I can't tell that this little girl is still very brave to join in the fun.

Chu Zhiyin was not a stingy person either, so she said, "Forget it, how beautiful is he?"

She has seen the true immortals as a legitimate immortal, and she can see where a mortal can see it.

"I only saw a simple machete on the back of my head, but the hair was soft and thick, like a waterfall, and the head shape was particularly round, which looked better than others."

When Xiaohong talks about these stupid eyes, she becomes extremely bright, like a wild beast that has been hungry for two or three days, and her hunger is in her eyes.

"Wipe saliva, the back of the head, what about it?"

Xiaohong listened to Chu Zhiyin's words and raised her hand to wipe her saliva, but the corners of her mouth were clean and she knew that she was teased by the lady, so she didn't dare to be arrogant and straightforward in her eyes.

He suddenly became a little shy and said, "Not only the back of his head, but also his figure, his shoulders, hands and waist are better than others. Miss, you will know that he is like the person in the painting, and he is different from the person next to him when standing on the street. He is really like an immortal descending to earth."

Chu Zhiyin nodded casually and said that she didn't feel anything about immortality. She was one of the best in Tianze. There were many people who courted Mu Yan, and there were many good-looking people, but she didn't even look down on them. Men looked at their abilities, not their faces.

"I understand. I'll see if I'm going to see at the banquet tomorrow. I'll see if it's as exaggerated as you said. Just the back of the head is so charming." Chu Zhiyin said.

"Celebrity is definitely charming, but Young Master An is not a good match." Suddenly, Xiaohong's voice became extremely small. After saying that, she looked around nervously and continued: "I heard that this second master, like Young Master Qiu, doesn't like women, and is extremely disgusted with women. She is fierce and harsh on women, so he is surrounded by men."

"Are there so many men who don't like women now?" Chu Zhiyin asked.

Xiaohong shook her head, saying she didn't know.

"Ah!" I saw it was getting late outside, and Xiaohong exclaimed, "Miss, what embroidery works are you going to show tomorrow!"

Chu Zhiyin was startled by Xiaohong's screams and looked at her right hand that had already swelled up. Why is she so unsatisfied? She is so happy!

"I have a way." Chu Zhiyin said.

Seeing the lady's firm gaze, Xiaohong could only nod her head worriedly.

...

On the second day, the sun rises and the moon rises and the moon rises.

"Miss, Miss, wake up, wake up!"

"Well, where did the flies come from?"

"Am I a fly? I am Xiaohong. It's already Yin time. I'm going to get up and dress up."

Chu Zhiyin only felt that Xiaohong's voice was buzzing more annoying than mosquitoes, so she covered the brocade quilt to the top of her head and isolated the sound.

Xiaohong had no choice but to do the lady now, so she could only use her trick.

"I heard that the third young master of Dejitang failed to elope and was arrested. His lover knelt at the door all night, and was in the cold winter rain and looked at him dying."

The quilt moved.

"I heard that the third young master was forced to die just to meet his lover, but Mr. Qiu from Dejitang was ruthless and did not let go even if his knife was stuck on his son's neck."

Chu Zhiyin turned over.

Xiaohong looked at Chu Zhiyin's actions and continued, "I heard that the two of them could not make a living mandarin duck in the world together, so they would become ghost mandarin ducks in the underworld. No one could separate them. If they could not meet today, they would die together."

Chu Zhiyin lifted the quilt, and his uncombed hair rubbed out static electricity, and it exploded into a lion's head.

"Did you press your ears on them? You know so clearly when you die."

Xiaohong was very happy to see the lady showing her face. The handkerchief in her hand was still steaming, and she wiped her face directly, rubbing her face so that her face turned pink.

She said, "I heard that Xiaohong's ears are not there, but the others' ears are there. Miss, I'll put on my clothes and put on makeup for you later."

Chu Zhiyin was so angry that she was wiped with a warm handkerchief that she had to get up even after waking up. Unexpectedly, Xiaohong could already grasp her preferences in just two or three days.

Xiaohong chose a goose yellow jacket and skirt for Chu Zhiyin, paired with pink sleeves and hairpin, making her look as delicate as a beautiful spring scene in winter.

Chu Zhiyin looked in the mirror and looked left and right. The little girl looked pretty well and could be satisfied with her.
To be continued...