But Ruan Yuyi was staying under the table, staring blankly at the light coming in from the gap below, but she heard someone outside wondering, "Where is the lady?"
But no one answered.
She knew that Mu Xiang's question meant that Zhao Rong and the others were not nearby. So she opened a corner of the table, responded, and tried to come out from underneath.
She got up in a hurry and bumped into a few things. Unexpectedly, she was hit really hard. She was confused and squatted down again with a wrinkled face.
Mu Xiang put down the tray, and her hand that she wanted to step forward to protect her held back, but then said helplessly, "Miss, please be more careful." After saying that, he pulled her out from underneath.
She rubbed the bumped area a few times without complaining about the pain. She laughed it off and asked, "Did you see Princess Zhaorong when you came in?"
"The princess is here?" Mu Xiang was startled, "I can only hear someone's voice next door." If the princess was nearby, wouldn't it be very easy to find that the young lady is here, so they would have to avoid it.
After confirming that he would not run into Zhao Rong when he went out now, Ruan Yuyi thought for a moment and said, "This place is close to the small gate. If we leave from there, we won't be noticed."
By the time they walked out from the banyan tree, the sky was already filled with raindrops, which gave people a slight chill. Ruan Yuyi gathered her shawl and planned to return home as soon as possible before the rain got heavier.
After leaving Zhao Rong where he was, Jiang Huaiyang didn't intend to care what happened to her next, but according to Zhao Rong's temperament, it was probably just a matter of words that he could not kneel down for a long time.
He walked to the next room and placed his hand on the door. When he was about to push it, he suddenly noticed that the door seemed to be wider than before. He lowered his eyes and went in anyway.
As expected, there was no one inside, and the young lady's tang-colored figure was nowhere to be seen. Only a few clay pots and a pair of cups were still quietly placed on a few tables.
He was a fast runner. He sneered, picked up the clay pot, and poured half a cup of tea by himself.
He didn't taste it carefully, and drank half a cup of tea as soon as he raised his head. Then he planned to go to the Buddhist hall to burn incense sticks as usual. When he passed by the wing just now, he glanced at it and saw that Zhaorong was nowhere to be seen.
During the day, candles and lamps are often not lit in the Buddhist hall. In addition, it will rain heavily and the light is dim, so the Buddhist hall is also very dark.
When he got close to the Buddha statue and planned to take incense, he saw a pile of rice paper placed neatly on the top of the altar table, with the sides sealed with cotton thread. He was surprised that no one else could get in.
Jiang Huaiyang picked up the object and looked through it casually. When he saw the small regular script on it, he confirmed his suspicion.
Although it can be seen that it was written by the same person, the handwriting on it still changes slightly every few pages, indicating that these scriptures were copied at different times.
I wonder how much effort she spent on these papers.
He could even imagine her sitting in front of the desk, holding the penholder with her delicate white fingers, writing every word carefully, stroke by stroke.
If a breeze blows from the window, her hair will be slightly scattered, and it will fall on her snow-like skin, and the few strokes outlined are like meticulously painted fine brushwork. And she is not upset, just pick up the black hair.
Move it behind the ear.
He couldn't help but be slightly startled, and suddenly remembered her burning paper in the Buddhist hall.
That day happened to be a rainy day, and the little lady squatted in front of the copper basin, with only a small ball. The fire in the basin scorched the air in front of her into shape. He stared at her through the fire and felt that she looked different.
Seems real.
To this day, he can still feel the emptiness in his heart at that time. He knew that the person was right in front of him, but he felt that the person was far away, unreachable, and would not respond to him.
It was as if the people in front of him were also imagined by him, just like those ridiculous dreams.
Cheng Mansion.
When Ruan Yuyi and Ruan Yuyi arrived at the verandah, the rain suddenly became heavier and poured down, forming a rain curtain on the verandah. She couldn't help but take another look.
"It's raining in a sensible way," Mu Xiang also took a look and said thankfully, "otherwise we would have been trapped outside."
The two chatted casually for a few words, then walked towards the east chamber, borrowed an umbrella from a passing maid, and then entered the house.
Mu Ling hurriedly brought her warm milk to relieve the cold. Ruan Yuyi took it, held it in her hand, and drank half the cup in one breath. She seemed to feel the warmth flowing into every part of her body, making her whole body feel numb.
Feeling relieved in the dampness of the rainy day.
Then she put the cup on the table.
Half of the Mu Ling celadon cup went down, and then he added some more for her, "Miss, the cloth shop has sent the finished clothes, would you like to take a look at them?"
Ruan Yuyi nodded and said, "Go and get it." Only by looking at it in person and trying it on can you know whether it suits you and whether the size is right.
After a while, if you don't like it, you won't wear it again.
The clothes were put away in her boxes dedicated to clothes. Mu Ling took the clothes and came back soon. She handed one of them to Mu Xiang, and she unfolded the one in her hand and handed it to the lady.
in front of her for her to examine carefully.
The workmanship is indeed good, the stitching is fine, and the style is novel, which is very suitable for a young lady of Ruan Yuyi's age. After looking at it, she asked Mu Ling to put the things away.
After all, she could not sew any faster by herself than a cloth maker. At this moment, the dress in her hand was indeed half unfinished, so she took advantage of her leisure time to put in a few more stitches.
When she raised her eyes again, it was getting late, and Mu Ling was lighting a candle for her, while saying, "Miss, take a rest for a while. I'll sew them up after my slave has lit all these, so as not to damage her eyes."
She originally planned to continue embroidering, but after a delay, Ruan Yuyi suddenly felt more tired than before taking a break, so she simply stopped sewing.
Seeing this, Mu Xiang also came forward to remove her hairpin. The ornaments on her hair were not complicated, and they were all removed in a short time. Seeing that the items in the makeup box were a little messy, Mu Xiang straightened them out.
Suddenly, her hand paused for a moment, her brows furrowed slightly. Then she continued to flip something.
Ruan Yuyi looked strange and asked casually, "What are you looking for?"
"Miss," Mu Xiang frowned even more, "Where is that butterfly silver hairpin?" She turned over and over again but couldn't find it. She was sure that she hadn't missed the hairpin, but that it was really gone.
.
"I haven't touched it. You have always done it for me." Ruan Yuyi also realized at this moment that something was missing.
Then I called Mu Ling over and asked, and she said she had never seen it before.
Mu Xiang closed the makeup box, pondered for a moment, and then suggested, "Why don't I go find some other people in the courtyard and ask again." It's a small thing to throw something away, but if someone has unclean hands and feet, you must not keep him around.
of.
This time it was just a hairpin, but next time it will be the lady’s money? What about the next time?
Thinking like this, Mu Xiang felt that it was urgent to ask at this time.
"Stay here," Ruan Yuyi looked outside and saw that it was getting late, so she said, "We'll talk about this tomorrow. After you finish your work here, remember to go back and have a good rest." It's such a small courtyard.
, there is no need to worry about where things can go.