82. Chapter 82: Throw Me a Peach and Return a Li 3
After dinner, the Fifth Senior Brother walked out of the West Wing in high spirits. Naturally, he didn't know that the Ninth Senior Brother, Xiaobai Senior Brother, and I were following him secretly.
The moon is as cold as a hook in the sky, and the smoke on the pool is as faint as a cloud. The fifth brother, who is facing the wind with beautiful trees, and Danyang, who is sinking into the sky, are holding hands and looking at each other, speechless.
I sighed softly, feeling very relieved——
It can be said that these two people became a couple.
But, suddenly, the situation took a turn for the worse. Danyang brushed off the fifth senior brother's hand, wiped his tears and ran to the verandah, but my fifth senior brother actually stared at the beautiful woman's back without moving!
I couldn't hold it back, so I hit the tree and jumped out.
The fifth senior brother saw me and was stunned: "Little junior sister, you..."
The situation is so critical, how can you manage so much?
I pushed the fifth senior brother's waist with all my strength, "You idiot! Why don't you chase after me!"
When the fifth senior brother heard this, he suddenly came back to his senses and hurried towards Danyang.
Fortunately, fortunately, I saw the fifth senior brother pulling Danyang's sleeve from a distance... I finally caught up!
I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly turned around to greet Senior Brother Ninth and Senior Brother Xiaobai.
Senior Brother Ninth and I were eager to spy again, but suddenly we felt that someone had lifted up the collar of our backs.
I turned my head angrily. Senior Brother Xiaobai looked at the two of us calmly and said, "Stop following us. If we disturb their good deeds, Master will beat us to death if he finds out."
Senior Brother Xiaobai's words were like a bucket of cold water poured down on my head. I woke up with a jolt - Master, he was so old that he had an only son like Fifth Senior Brother. Poor Fifth Senior Brother's brain made of wood finally blossomed. I
Master would be overjoyed if we could sprinkle some sunshine and pour some water, but if we are not careful...according to Master's crooked heart, our end will be miserable...
Therefore, this time, Ninth Senior Brother and I had no choice but to go back to the West Branch with our heads down.
That night, I waited uneasily in my room until the fourth watch, but I didn't see the lights in Fifth Brother's room... Tsk, tsk, I haven't come back yet at this hour... Fifth Brother was really unrestrained this time...
In the afternoon of the second day, Danyang came to me and said that he wanted to ask me for advice on acupuncture.
But I am really good at playing chess, writing, and painting. When it comes to the needlework nvhong thing...
My mother passed away early and my father had not remarried. There was no older female family member in the family to teach me how to needle and thread. My needlework skills were only to the point where I could thread a needle. I couldn’t afford to “ask for advice”.
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After discussing it with Danyang, we both felt that it would be a shame to ask the embroiderer, and there was no other way. Danyang came to the west courtyard to see me after breakfast every day, and went back at watch time.
In five days, the two of us figured out the prototype of a mandarin duck playing in the water purse.
That day, we were sewing under the dim light, and I suddenly remembered something——
"Isn't your eldest brother on good terms with a maid named Yan'er? How come I haven't seen Yan'er in all these days I've been living in your house?"
Danyang's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and while undressing the wrongly embroidered mandarin duck's mouth, she said slowly: "What do you mean by Yan'er? She was the maid who served me since childhood. She left the house that year when I left home.
She has been married for three or four years, and she has never even met my eldest brother in person, so how can we talk about a good relationship? What you said...well, it's quite interesting to ask..."
I touched the bridge of my nose and smiled, "It's just a rumor...it's just a rumor..."
Alas, the rumors are not credible, not credible...
After spending all day embroidering purses in Danyang, I couldn't help but embroider one myself, but this time the embroidery pattern was replaced by double lotuses.
