In the evening, Yong'an came home from school. He had been studying in the school arranged by Tian Lanqing for more than ten days. He was particularly happy to go home today.
In that school, everyone's family is either rich or noble. In fact, truly wealthy families always invite their teachers to teach at home, and the students in that school are actually only half-baked, not very rich, but
Carrying the airs of a wealthy family.
This made Yong'an, a wild boy from a small town, feel very uncomfortable.
Fortunately, on this day, he finally made his first friend.
So, after dinner that night, he started chattering non-stop to Hua Xiaogu.
"That boy's name is Qi Simin. You wouldn't have guessed that he is actually a little bald man!" Yong'an said with great joy, gesticulating with his hands and feet: "He is a little older than the third young master, but his appearance is very interesting. He just arrived,
It turns out that he is still a young monk, and he always talks about 'Amitabha'. He doesn't refute anything he says, and just smiles with his lips pursed, which is really interesting."
Hua Xiaogu was teaching Ming'er how to throw sandbags. She threw the sandbags out, and Ming'er giggled and ran to pick them up. Dog Rourou also came to join in the fun, and each dog was very happy to grab a sandbag.
"Little monk? Haha, why is there a little monk in your school?"
Yong'an nodded: "He said that originally he was a young monk in a temple in Yifeng County, and then he found his father, so he returned to secular life and went to Beijing to live with his father. His father was the boss Qi who opened Baiweizhai, Baitao
You probably know him."
Hua Xiaogu is happy to see Yongan, and she is also happy.
After all, although Yongan has kept silent about what happened after he went to school, Hua Xiaogu can imagine that Yongan will probably not be happy, and he will not be able to talk to those young masters.
Suddenly, a young monk who is also from the common people comes, and Yong'an may have one more friend.
It was getting colder. A few people talked in the yard for a while, then they felt it was too cold, so they carried their stools into the house one by one. Tian Lanqing seems to be very busy recently and can only spare a little time every day.
Come and see Hua Xiaogu. Hua Xiaogu was afraid that he would be too tired, so he asked him not to come if he was really not free.
After all, according to the rules, they were about to get married and it was time to stop seeing each other.
It was the twelfth lunar month in a blink of an eye, and Rihua Xiaogu finally put on the custom-made wedding dress.
The fiery red clothes were like the red clouds on the horizon. They were carefully cut by the Weaver Girl's golden scissors and shaped into this red cloud-like wedding dress, which was draped on Hua Xiaogu's body.
Standing in the fitting room specially built by Tian Lanqing, Hua Xiaogu looked at her wedding dress in the floor-to-ceiling bronze mirror, pursed her lips and smiled.
"Xiaogu, are you okay?"
Tian Lanqing had already asked the question for the third time outside the door. He couldn't wait to see what Xiaogu looked like in his wedding dress.
"Why haven't you left yet? Didn't you say we can't see each other in the next few days?" Hua Xiaogu shouted to the door.
Tian Lanqing sighed helplessly: "I just want to see if your wedding dress fits you."
Hua Xiaogu pinched the sleeves of the wedding dress, curled her lips and replied: "It doesn't fit. You are not an embroiderer. I don't want to tell you what to do. You should go quickly. According to the rules, you can only see me wearing the wedding dress when you have to pay homage to the church."
Looks like!”
Tian Lanqing was still unwilling to give in. Just when she was about to say something else, she heard Tian Lu asking for instructions in a low voice outside the door.
"Young Master, Mr. Hu wants to see you."
Tian Lanqing paused: "Let him wait, I'll go right away."
After saying that, Tian Lanqing glanced at the screen again. The shadow of Hua Xiaogu in her wedding dress was printed on the screen, making it unclear.
