Chapter 13 (1/2)

Before the chair was hot, Pei Shuo wanted to sneak to the urging house, but Peiyang stopped him.

”Why did they take so long?” He complained.

”Young master, you have just come back and have a cup of tea... Honeysuckle, why is this tea hot? Change a cup of tea. Young master, it's better to find someone when the tea is cold. ”

Honeysuckle smiled and quit. Pei Shuo called people back without saying a word.

Pei Yang said again, ”young master, doctor Xie has arrived and is waiting outside. After the doctor has seen the two girls, they are ready.”

”Well, let the doctor show ah Yao back. She suffered a lot.”

If Pei Yang thinks about it, the young master of their family always has a Yao's name on his lips. His eyes brighten when he mentions a Yao. The little girl knows that she came from a poor peasant. What happened to them before they arrived?

Pei Shuo looked at the door frequently. Several figures appeared in their sight. A smile appeared on his face and stood up. But when they approached, they found that it was not ah Yao. His face collapsed and sat back for tea.

Pei Xingzhi in the second room is a few months younger than Pei Shuo. Their looks are somewhat similar. Their eyebrows are dark and thick, like a blade, but their bodies are thinner than Pei Shuo. He came in and sat down: ”brother, you're back from Qingning nunnery. How's it? Isn't it fun?”

Pei Yang saw Pei Xingzhi's eyebrows locked. Pei Shuo was upset when he heard which pot he didn't open and which pot he didn't mention. He answered casually, ”it's OK.”

”It's not easy for the school to take a five-day vacation. Why don't we go again in a few days?” Pei Xingzhi turned his eyes and said with a frivolous smile, urging Pei Shuo to go again. Obviously, he knew that there was heaven and earth in Qingning nunnery.

”Second young master!” Pei Yang interrupted, but was interrupted by a dozen folding fans in Pei Xingzhi's hand, and said coldly:

”When we talk, it's not your turn. A little bodyguard interrupts! Brother, are you going? ”

He was in high spirits and had a romantic look.

Pei Shuo remembered what happened last night. Ah Yao was almost disgusted by the disgusting guy... A bout of nausea and even more disgusted with Qingning nunnery. He turned his face and said, ”go.”

He got up and left.

Out of the yard, I told honeysuckle that I would give a banquet in the loquat garden in the evening and invite the two girls who came back with him to dinner.

Pei Xingzhi was not blind. He could see Pei Shuo's disgust and resistance at the bottom of his heart. He opened his fan to block half of his face, thought for a moment, and asked the boy: ”ask what Pei Shuo has done these days.”

The urging lotus yard protrudes from the water. Push open the window and you can see a half Mu pond.

Lotus leaves are full of green. The summer wind wrinkles a pond of living water and brings fragrance. The lotus skirt is rippling. The graceful lotus is like a girl. She lifts the power fence with her hands to reveal her beauty. The lotus root hidden under the green lotus stem brightens her eyes.

A Yao put on the clothes prepared by shake Cui, sat in front of the dressing table, looked at a pool of lotus color outside the window, and shake Cui to dress her up.

She didn't see wunian and asked, ”sister yaocui, where's wunian, little master? She doesn't live with me? ”

”There are several wing rooms in the urging lotus yard. Shamini is in the wing room next door. You can see her later when you eat.” Shaking Cui twists a pair of bird rhinoceros combs, gently combs down a Yao's hair, straightens out her hair, and asks, ”Miss Jiang, do you like jasmine, rose or osmanthus?”

”Jasmine.” A Yao answered without hesitation, ”why do you suddenly ask.”

”I think your hair is withered and yellow. You can use some flower dew head oil to maintain it for such a long time. When you grow up, you will have an enviable green cloud long hair.” Then she took a silver pot with a lotus leaf cover from the dresser and brushed her with jasmine oil.

A Yao is very proud. The original owner was a poor child. He didn't have enough to eat and wear. He almost became someone else's Chinese food. Where can he have such leisure to make Xianglu to maintain his hair.

So she smiled, didn't answer, and looked at herself in the mirror.

I can see that she is good at putting her hair in a bun.

A Yao doesn't have much hair. She greased her head, braided her pigtails, and shook Cui to add her a butterfly like wig bag. Under the combing of her skillful hands, the wig bag was integrated with her hair.

On one side, two servant girls came forward with a paint plate, shook Cui to tie her hair belt, and jasmine with water dew on her temples.

Put your hair in a bun and make-up.

”How did Miss Jiang know the young master?” Shaking Cui asked casually when she gave a Yao a thrush.