On the day before the seventh day of September, Ye Xiu was released from confinement and allowed to leave Liuyun Pavilion and go to Qingyin Pavilion to listen to a play. I heard that this was the intention of the direct descendant of Fujin. After all, Ye Xiu had not made any big mistake. A small punishment would be a big one. Just quit. After all, she is still carrying Lord Belle's flesh and blood in her belly. If she worries too much due to confinement and causes the fetus to become unstable, then the gain will outweigh the loss.
When Ling Ruo heard the news, she was not as surprised or unwilling as Mo Yu and the others imagined, and they didn't even raise their eyelids. In her opinion, it was only a matter of time before Ye Xiu got out of trouble, whether it was Yinzhen or his direct descendant Fujin. No consideration for the flesh and blood in her belly will restrain her for long, especially since Yinzhen currently has no heirs. As long as this child is here, she will not really be left out in silence, and it will only be a matter of time before she escapes.
It seems that the scene tomorrow will be very lively...
Ling Ruo put down the embroidery shed in her hands and stood up, looking at the twilight sky. The night was like a huge and boundless curtain falling from the sky, and everyone fell into it. They couldn't jump away and couldn't escape. They had to struggle to survive in this world of mortals. …
In the distance, a tall figure slowly walked toward her in the endless night. His handsome and stern face was looming in the darkness, his clothes were blown up by the long wind, and he was flying like a monarch in the darkness.
The moment their eyes met, a faint but real tenderness flashed across his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised with a hint of a smile, making the lines on his face look much softer.
Looking at the figure getting closer and closer and the hand reaching out to her, Ling Ruo suddenly smiled, with a bright and extremely affectionate expression, and reached out to hold him tightly. Her heart felt more stable than ever before... …
Yinzhen, for you, I am willing to suffer in this world of mortals. I don’t ask for glory and wealth; I don’t ask for your solemn heart; I just ask that you will still reach out to me after many years, even if my hair is gray and my appearance is no longer... …
The Nala family invited the most famous Jijing Opera Troupe in the capital. Early in the morning on the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, the troupe entered the Baylor Mansion to set up a stage and set up a scene in the Qingyin Pavilion. Everything was ready before nightfall, and they only waited for the masters of the mansion to come. The gongs can start as soon as they arrive. Nala ordered Mu Guiying to lead the performance, which is also the finale of the Jiqing Opera Troupe.
Before it was time to turn on the lanterns, the lanterns surrounding Qingyin Pavilion had already been lit up one after another. Looking from a distance, more than a hundred silk-red open flame lanterns emitted a warm light like running water, which complemented the bright moon and stars in the sky, adding to the beauty of Qingyin Pavilion. A touch of luxury.
As time went by, the masters of the house, big and small, came one after another with lights and took their seats in the pavilion opposite the stage. This building was divided into two floors, with the downstairs for watching the show and the upstairs for people to take a rest. .
When Ling Ruo took Yilan's hand and stepped into the theater, there were already a lot of people sitting inside. Yingying, Yanyan, and Yingying were smiling and chatting sweetly. Most of them had a few quirks. They gathered in twos and threes and talked about something. When they saw Ling Ruo coming, their expressions changed. A little bit of envy and jealousy was revealed from time to time. Not long ago, she had the same status as herself and others, or even worse. They could laugh at her and ridicule her to their heart's content. But now she has become a concubine and a blessing, and has become Lord Baylor's side. She is a new favorite. I heard that although Master Baylor does not favor her very much, he always allows her to come and go freely in the study. Even Nian Fujin has never had such special treatment.
"My concubines, send your regards to Ling Fujin, may Ling Fujin be blessed." Regardless of whether they were willing to do so or not, due to Ling Ruo's status, the etiquette had to be followed. Some of them were even worried, lest Ling Ruo would remember the previous festival.
Ling Ruo couldn't tell what the people in front of her were thinking, but she didn't bother to argue with them. Just as she was about to signal them to get up, she suddenly caught a glimpse of someone in a corner not far away looking at her, and she was the only one who never saluted her.
Wen Ruyan looked at Ling Ruo who was looking at her in silence, with deep disappointment in her eyes. After that time, she went to Jing Si Ju several times, but Ling Ruo avoided her every time.
It's excusable once, but what about the second and third time? Maybe
Su Yu was right. She had misjudged Ling Ruo and thought that she could be her sister for life. It turned out that...she was just like the others. She turned against Ling Ruo and was ruthless once she came to power. The original sisterly love was
Shen now seems to be nothing more than hypocrisy.
That's all, that's all, there is no one who can really be trusted in this deep house and compound. It's because she is too wishful thinking. Wen Ruyan smiled indifferently and drank the wine in the glass. She looked away and didn't want to look at Ling Ruo again. Since she had decided to break up with him,
Clear the boundaries, then let her go. She is gentle and has her own pride, and will not try to curry favor with anyone.
Ling Ruo saw the deep disappointment in her eyes, but was also helpless. Shi Qiuci's betrayal had become her inner demon, and as long as the gap with Wen Ruyan could not be resolved, it would remain.
"Let's go over and sit down." She retracted her gaze and took Yilan's hand to walk to the row where she belonged. The Gualjia family had already arrived first. Ling Ruo was not familiar with her, so he nodded in greeting.
Sitting down with Yilan, as soon as they sat down, a servant came over to serve tea.
Yilan carefully held the tea cup. This fine porcelain tea cup with blue and white branches was light and translucent. When she held it in her hand, her fingers could be faintly reflected. It was like jade. It was far beyond the coarse porcelain cups used at home. The lid of the cup was rigid.
As soon as you open it, you can smell the refreshing fragrance of tea.
Yilan wore a brand-new pink cotton-padded jacket, with the pearl hairpin Ling Ruo gave her two days ago stuck in her hair. Yilan already looks sweet and cute, but now she dresses up even more delicately, and she will definitely look like her when she grows up.
She is also a beautiful woman.
This morning, the little guard next to my sister came to pick her up. He said that her sister had obtained permission from her direct descendant Fujin to allow her to come to the house to watch the theater. She was so happy that she asked her mother to wear the pink elastic she had originally planned to wear during the New Year.
I turned out the floral cotton-padded jacket. In terms of material, it was obviously the brocades given by my sister.
Okay, but there was no time to make clothes in two or three days. Mrs. Fucha did not agree with her wearing them at first, not because she was afraid that they would get dirty or old, but also because this cotton-padded jacket was worn in winter, and it was just late autumn weather now, so the clothes were not suitable for her to wear.
It was a bit hot, but Yilan insisted on it, so she had to let her go.
The gleaming stage and the servants who came at her call made Yilan feel novel and fascinated at the same time. This place was much better than home. It would be great if she could live here like her sister.
good.
While she was in a trance, voices suddenly came from beside her. Yilan looked up and saw her sister talking to a beautiful woman wearing a smoky purple thin banner dress. There was also a fair-skinned girl about her own age standing there.
She wore a light green brocade
Underneath the embroidered skirt was a pair of silver embroidered shoes with blue silk. Each shoe tip was decorated with a pearl. Yilan unconsciously touched the pearl hairpin she specially pinned in her hair and compared it with the two pearls.
, the pearls on her hairpin are far inferior in color and size.
The woman lowered her head and looked at Yilan, then showed a gentle smile and said to Ling Ruo: "This is your sister? She is very beautiful. She must have become a great beauty in time."
"Sister, I'm so impressed." Ling Ruo smiled slightly and said to Yilan, "I haven't seen Li Fujin and Lingxi Gege yet."
Yilan agreed obediently, put her hands on her right side and knelt down, bowed gracefully and said softly: "Niu Hulu, Yilan has met Li Fujin, and met Lingxi Gege."
Lingxi glanced at her indifferently and then turned her gaze to the distance again. Since the last time she narrowly escaped death, her temperament has changed a lot. She is taciturn, withdrawn and unwilling to go out, even when facing her closest relatives.
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In a word, she was completely different from the lively and active person before, which made Yinzhen and Li Fujin worried. They only hoped that she would get better soon. This time, Li Fujin didn't know how much talk he had to spend to make Lingxi willing to go out.
Watch a play at Qingyin Pavilion.
[Author's digression]: In the previous chapter, I didn't look carefully during the check and wrote the Song family as the Li family. Please forgive me for not checking it out. I am taking care of the baby at my mother's house on the weekends, so the update time is a bit messy. Please forgive me for the next chapter.