Why does it sound like there is no profound meaning to it?
Lin Qingran saw Aunt Luo's confused look in her eyes, but did not help her to clear up her doubts. She pulled Lin Qingyin slowly out of the pavilion - given the grudge between her and Aunt Luo, it would be good if she didn't add insult to injury.
Instead, Lin Qingyin spoke softly: "Aunt Luo, you are not stupid, why are you so confused today? Aunt Hua has been fighting with my grandmother for so many years, why did she suddenly become so attentive and want to hire a painter for my grandmother to paint?
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Lin Qingran was now interested in speaking again: "Xiang Zhuang's sword dance was intended for Pei Gong!"
After listening to Lin Qingxi's request and Lin Qingran's sigh, Aunt Luo felt as cold as if she had fallen into an ice cellar.
The painter was carried into the side room by the servants of the palace. In a panic, he actually dropped a handkerchief from the painter's sleeve. It turned out to be an item from his daughter's house.
Although the painter has not woken up, the interest of the servants has not diminished. Someone bent down and picked up the embroidered handkerchief. They saw that the handkerchief was extremely delicately embroidered, not to mention the pattern, color and style. When they saw the handkerchief clearly, their expressions changed.
As if the veil was biting my hand, I hurriedly threw it down again.
Half an hour later, Aunt Hua brought the handkerchief to visit Aunt Luo.
"Sister, I worked hard to make this trip in the middle of the winter, but I came back with a handkerchief specifically for you, Sister Luo." As Aunt Hua said, she took out the handkerchief and swung it back and forth in her hand several times.
He said with a smile: "What do you think the Prime Minister would do to you if I brought this veil to the Prime Minister and told him that it fell from a painter who came to the house to paint?
An adulterous husband and an adulterous wife?" Aunt Hua smiled brightly, but every word she spoke was full of malice.
After Aunt Luo heard this, the color on her face immediately faded away. She was so frightened that her legs softened and she fell down in front of Aunt Hua, trembling her lips: "I didn't...
I really didn’t…”
Aunt Hua looked at her with a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, and snorted: "You didn't? Huh, tell me, how did your veil fall into the hands of the painter who painted it?"
Aunt Luo shook her head and pursed her lips, but she refused to speak. Firstly, she didn't dare to speak, and secondly, she didn't know what to say.
It is true that she never gave him any veil, but she did have a relationship with him. However, due to the misfortune of the young master's jewels and the decline of his family fortune, she had no choice but to let him go. She thought that they would never see each other again in this life, but instead
Never thought we would meet in Lin Mansion.
Because no matter how she opens her mouth, she will be the one who is wrong.
Aunt Hua looked at Aunt Luo, who lowered her head and pursed her lips. Her whole body was trembling slightly, like a flower in bud on a branch, stained with traces of dew.
What a beautiful woman with pear blossoms and rain!
Aunt Hua felt like she had met her opponent. In the Lin Mansion, her crying and wrapping skills had always been invincible, but she didn't expect that the new Aunt Luo had such methods.
The cardamom-stained fingernails gently lifted Aunt Luo's slender and sharp chin. Aunt Hua laughed very lightly and asked: "Why don't you answer? You didn't give that veil by yourself. Could it be that it still came by itself?"
Can the long legs run away?"
"I..." Aunt Luo lay with her whole body on the ground, with uncontrollable fear on her face. She told herself again and again that she couldn't let go. As long as she let go, her life would be over. She couldn't help but feel nervous from the inside out.
It was cold to the bone, and I was trembling more and more: "I didn't... I really didn't..."