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"Yun'er, I don't know where I found them. Just now, you said you needed to replace some flowers in your garden, so I asked people to move them in for you."
As Jia Lian spoke, he walked to the main corridor, briefly greeted everyone on the corridor, and then went into the house to change clothes.
Li Wan was ashamed to see Jia Lian and asked to leave. Others probably had the same intention when they met. Fortunately, Sister Feng dissuaded her in advance and said: "As soon as he comes back, you are going to leave. He said that you don't want to see him. Okay."
Sisters, please sit down and wait for him to come out."
After saying that, she asked Ping'er to take good care of Li Wan and others, while she chased him into the house and helped Jia Lian change his clothes.
In the couple's bedroom, in front of the large glass dressing mirror, Sister Feng hugged Qingwen and Xiang Ling, and quickly changed Jia Lian into regular clothes. During this period, Sister Feng also shared with Jia Lian what she had done that day.
The explanation was almost finished, and there was a sense in his tone that she had done something very well, so please praise her.
Jia Lian was very happy about this and felt that Sister Feng's current transformation was very good. So he touched her head and praised: "I, Jia Lian, am lucky to have such a hard-working and capable daughter-in-law like you."
"Oh, it's a blessing. You don't scold me for being reincarnated as a toil ghost like before, so I'm satisfied."
Sister Feng said she was ungrateful, and the smile on her face had betrayed her.
"I thought it was rare that everyone was happy today, so I invited Ying Yatou and Bao Yatou to come to the yard. Originally, my aunt was also here, but she said that we are all juniors, and we might be more comfortable without her.
So I left after not sitting for a while."
"It's boring to sit around, and it's hard to invite a troupe from outside with great fanfare, so we invited twelve young actors and the four female gentlemen to come over and give us a performance. Don't feel bad for now, it's you
I said it myself, the more women there are in our house, the more prestigious I will be, but now I am not powerful yet, I just let them perform a few songs to see."
Sister Feng knew that it was just the twelve little actors. Those four "gentlemen" were all beautiful, and I felt pity for them. Of course she didn't feel sorry for them, but she was afraid that Jia Lian would not be happy because of her different opinions.
"What did I say?" Jia Lian looked at her in surprise, then waved his sleeves and went out.
It was quieter outside than before, and all the young masters, ladies and masters returned to their seats. When I looked into the courtyard, I realized that a new round of performances was about to begin.
Going on stage this time is not called going on stage, because Sister Feng did not set up a stage in the courtyard at all, but just spread a rather large red carpet on the ground in the middle. At this time, in the middle of the red carpet, the beauty Gu Qingyi was sitting on her guqin
In front of me, it was obvious that I wanted to wait for him, the real master, to come out before I started playing.
She is still like that, used to performing alone without anyone to cooperate with her.
Jia Lian knew that this was not just because she was withdrawn and aloof and did not like to cooperate with others. The more important reason was that her temperament was too worldly and her appearance was too beautiful. When others cooperated with her, she could only take the lead. It cannot be used as a foil, otherwise it will become guest-oriented and it will be difficult to distinguish primary from secondary.
Therefore, Shen Paner and others do not like to collaborate with her in rehearsing programs.
Gu Qingyi is undoubtedly a cold beauty, exuding a deep and inviolable aura all the time. But maybe her temperament and Miaoyu's temperament are too consistent, and their stature and size are also similar. When Jia Lian came down from the Cuicui Temple, she couldn't take it easy. She suddenly felt that all the clothes on her body were gone.
The maids brought Jia Lian a new stool and placed new cups and chopsticks. Jia Lian put aside his impetuous mood after taking a look, because he found that Li Wan was on his right!
Li Wan obviously realized this, and she didn't dare to look back at Jia Lian.
But this arrangement seemed reasonable to others. Before Jia Lian came, Li Wan and Sister Feng were in the middle. Now that Jia Lian is back, he cannot sit sideways due to his status.
Even Sister Feng had no doubts about this. When she came out of the room, she sat down on the left side of Jia Lian and looked up at Gu Qingyi below: "Why is it you again? Okay, Mr. Hou is back, you pick it up Just play a piece of music that the Marquis likes to listen to."
Gu Qingyi nodded and ordered, but turned to ask Jia Lian: "I don't know which piece of music the Marquis likes to listen to."
Her reaction made Sister Feng narrow her eyes.
Jia Lian also heard the mystery between the two women, and he thought it was interesting. In other houses, wives and concubines would compete with each other, and they would only reveal how much they were valued and favored in front of the master in a roundabout way. It was better for him here, The housewife's words hinted at the closeness between Lucky and the male master, and Lucky tried her best to express that I am not familiar with your man.
This is all caused by information asymmetry. How did Gu Qingyi know that he had already openly confessed Sima Zhao's heart to Sister Feng, so how could she conceal it?
So Jia Lian waved his hand and said: "Although your "Guanghan Palace" is very good, it is too decadent and I don't like it very much. In comparison, I like your "Tai Shang Le" more."
When Gu Qingyi heard this, he frowned slightly, but did not say anything more. Then he ignored the people and things around him as usual and concentrated on his own music world.
And as she worked hard, dozens of people in the courtyard, whether sitting or standing, felt quiet.
Jia Lian didn't speak either, but his focus was not entirely on the music.
This small courtyard, under Sister Feng's careful care, has become somewhat luxurious. What is rare is that in such a light and luxurious courtyard, in its courtyard and corridors, those who listen to music one by one people.
Taking the position where he sits as the central axis, on his left are Feng Jieer, Daiyu, Zhen Yuhuan, Xue Baochai, and on his right are Li Wan, the transparent Jia Baoyu, Yingchun, Tanchun, and Xichun.
Behind them and on the corridors on both sides, except for a few servants, were the maids in the courtyard and the personal maids of Daiyu and others.
Ping'er, Qingwen, Xiangling, Xiaohong, Feng'er, Huixiang, Tanyun, Hongdao, color painting; Zicuckoo, Ying'er, Xueyan, Suyun, Biyue, Shishu, Cuixiang, enter the painting,
Siqi, Xiuju...
And at the northwest corner, there are twelve officials gathered together.
With just a casual glance, he could see dozens of bright and bright faces. These bright faces, together with the tones danced by Gu Qingyi's fingertips, composed a piece of music in front of his eyes.
A flourishing piece of music that belongs to Jia Lian.