Hongxiu's hands were gentle and gentle, and she carefully washed away the stains on her hands. She wiped her hands dry with a soft cloth, and took out several manicure tools from a small box.
Manmei saw that the small silver scissors she held in her hand were not the modern pressing nail scissors. Hongxiu first carefully cut her chopped nails along the flesh. Some of them were cut into the flesh, so she could only cut them along the
Then she took out a silver clipper that looked like a small file and carefully and gently smoothed the fingers where her nails were cut off. It was basically the same steps as a modern manicure.
Seeing Hongxiu doing these things for herself without raising her head, in order to accommodate her movements, Hongxiu half-knelt on the beach. The rocks went deep into the water. Hongxiu knelt in the sea water. Most of her skirt was wet and stuck to her body.
Knowing whether it was cold or not, Manmei reluctantly thanked her, "Thank you for your hard work. My clothes are all wet. Go and change them. My hands are fine."
Hongxiu shook her head and didn't reply. She carefully polished her nails and smoothed them. Then she took out a small flat silver pick and picked out the black sawdust from the gaps between her unbroken nails. By the time Hongxiu was done, her hands had already been polished.
They turned into a pair of beautiful hands of a lady.
It's a little strange that the nails are of different lengths, but after all, they are clean and you can show your hands to others instead of hiding them in your sleeves.
Hong Xiu trimmed her nails, just raised her head and smiled, putting the things away without saying a word.
Seeing Manmiao casually throwing the headdress on the rock, she took out the silk handkerchief from her sleeve, carefully wrapped the headdress, folded the handkerchief neatly and placed it on the rock.
Then he picked up the basin again and walked far away before pouring out the water. It was indeed very considerate. Having such a maid made people feel warm and even improved their impression of her master.
She turned back and glanced at Shan Boyuan's position from a distance. This guy probably couldn't withstand the sea breeze. The awning he built was still there, but the people were gone, and the purple hairpin was gone. There were only a few guards far away.
are scattered along the seashore on guard.
It's better this way, no one is watching, and she doesn't have to worry about anything.
"Listen to the cry of the sea
Sighing for who was heartbroken again?
But not awake yet
It must not be me
At least I'm calm
But tears
I don’t even believe the tears
Listen to the sound of the sea crying
This sea is too sentimental
Weep till dawn
write me a letter
Just treat it as the final agreement
Said you were leaving me
How do you feel?"
It's easy to unconsciously sing songs about the sea when you're at the beach. I never thought Zhang Huimei's "Listen to the Sea" sounded good before, nor did I think it resonated with her singing. But now, Manmei sings these two lyrics over and over again.
The soft hair was blown by the sea breeze and kept brushing her face. The hair slid on her face very gently, a bit like Jiang Shang's gentle cupping of her face.
Although singing "Listen to the Sea" on a summer afternoon is a bit boring, it would be better if it was sung in the middle of the night. But in the middle of the night, who would want to come to the beach to blow the cold wind just to sing "Listen to the Sea" to enjoy the scenery?
How many people in the world are heartbroken?
I will not be the first, nor will I be the last.
Sitting on the beach is a good place for idle thoughts. Wonderful thoughts are diverging and jumping everywhere. Sometimes I think about my previous white-collar life, and sometimes I think about the time I traveled to the book.
Feeling someone approaching, I thought it was Hongxiu again. I turned my head towards the person and was about to speak, but I found that the person who came had my arms rolled up and I didn't recognize him.
An ordinary-looking woman dressed as a fisherman's girl, wearing a bamboo hat and a coarse cloth skirt, stood not far from her.
She glanced at the woman warily, and before she could speak, the woman said hurriedly, "Miss Man, don't panic, I am from His Highness King Yi."
Manmei was stunned again, who the hell knows who King Yi is?!
Wait, this word is quite familiar, where have you heard it before?
Only when the divergent thinking returns to the brain can the reaction be realized.
wipe!
Isn’t King Yi just like Lan Ting? I wonder why this word is so familiar!
With Li Erniang's experience, how could Manmei dare to trust her so boldly?
I looked at her suspiciously for a few times, especially the woman's hands. The frame was a bit big, the skin on her hands was rough, and there were thin calluses on her mouth. She looked like the second daughter of Li Erniang.
The woman saw Manmei looking at her with a wary look on her face. She looked up and down and took out a piece of paper from her arms, "This is for you. You can understand it at a glance."
Manmei glanced at the piece of paper, thought for a while, reached out and pinched it through her sleeve and took it. I heard that many people put drugs or poison on the paper, so it's better to be careful.
When I unfolded it, my face almost cramped. It was indeed written by that guy Lan Ting.
There was not a single word on the note, just the letter "L" written in a nondescript manner, five solid five-pointed stars, and two infinity symbols.
I remembered that Lan Ting once peeked into his inn's diary. These symbols were written in the book numbered L. These marks were behind this guy's name. No wonder he dared to use it as a secret code.
This was indeed much more convincing than Li Erniang's simple dictation. Manmei believed almost the moment she saw the mark that the person who came was really sent by Lan Ting, a real subordinate of Lan Ting.
"Why did he ask you to come to me so far away?" Manmiao heard that Lan Ting was fighting with the Emperor of the Lan Kingdom. However, she had no intention of getting involved in this matter.
"It was not Your Highness who sent us."
Manmiao raised her eyebrows when she heard this, are you kidding me? First she said they were Lan Ting's people, and then she said they were not sent by Lan Ting.
"It's Mr. Li Fu, the steward of Prince Yi's Mansion, who sent us here."
Manmei lost interest as soon as she heard this. I'm very busy. I don't have time to care about you. What do you think, the steward of Lan Ting's house?
The woman looked like a simple fisherman, but her thoughts were very inconsistent with her appearance. Just by looking at her graceful expression, you could tell what she was thinking. She continued to explain, "His Royal Highness King Yi has been having a lot of trouble with His Majesty during this period.
I have suffered some losses, and now I am in a bad mood. I have been drunk in the house all day long."
After all, he was the man who had had physical contact with her. He was not doing well, and Mei Miao was not happy. What's more, when she needed help the most, when she faced Hua Feng's overwhelming pressure, Lan Ting also once helped her.
She stood up.
"What does he need from me?" Manmiao decided to help Lan Ting without thinking too much.
There was nothing here worthy of her nostalgia.
Once, she also felt that Jiang Shang would need her, but now it is obvious that Jiang Shang needs someone more, Chu Xiner.
In this case, just go find Lan Ting who needs help.
"Lord Li Fu hopes that you can come to Languo Prince Yi's Mansion to see His Highness Prince Yi." The visitor moved quickly, "Without further delay, we will leave now before Jiang Shang takes action."
A note to readers:
3g has changed the new perfect attendance reward, starting from March, it will be 6,000 words per day. I am now discussing with everyone, should it be 3 updates a day, 00 for each update, or two updates a day, 3,000 for each update?
