Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Seven: Only Envy Mandarin Ducks, Not Immortals
Although Mrs. Qing does not receive guests on weekdays, it does not mean that Mrs. Qing is not in Fengya Pavilion. Since she is in Fengya Pavilion, there will definitely be servants waiting on her, so it may be difficult to see Mrs. Qing on weekdays.
But if you just want to take a look, it’s not that difficult.
"Sir, do you want to see Mrs. Qing or not?" Zhang Ma looked at He Ziang and asked with a smile.
"Look, all the money has been spent, how can you not look at it?" He Ziang replied with a smile.
"Okay." Zhang Ma nodded slightly, and then continued: "Actually, Mrs. Qing has been living in the yard behind our Fengya Pavilion. There are two pipa trees in front of the yard. You can recognize them if you see them.
You go in with the servants in the mansion, and if Madam Qing Qing sees it, just say you entered the wrong house."
"Is it that simple?" He Ziang was slightly startled.
"It's easy to say it's easy, but it's hard to say it's hard."
"What's the difficulty?" He Ziang asked with a smile.
"The difficulty is that if you don't spend this money, you won't be able to find the yard, and even if you find it, you won't be able to get in." Zhang Ma replied with a smile.
"Oh? What Zhang Ma said is a bit contemptuous of me, right?"
"This is not to look down on the young master. Although I know that the young master is a martial arts practitioner, the servants in his house are all fifth-level martial arts. If you want to break in, you will probably have to put in some effort, right?
"Zhang Ma asked with a smile.
"Haha." He Ziang smiled slightly, nodded and said, "If it can be solved with money, why should I bother with that effort."
"That's right!" Zhang Ma stretched out her hand and tapped He Ziang's head, and then said: "Young master, it's a good idea to put this effort on our Feng Yage girl."
He Ziang stretched out his hand to pick up the teacup, looked at Zhang Ma, smiled, and said slowly: "Speaking of this girl, Zhang Ma, I heard that the four golden flowers in your Fengya Pavilion are also unique. Mrs. Qing cannot see them. These four
Jinhua doesn’t know if I have this blessing, can I shout out and listen to a song?”
"Master, you really know how to choose. Madam Qing can't see it, but you can see these four golden flowers. But if these four golden flowers are called together..." Zhang Ma said half of the words, and the meaning behind was self-evident.
Metaphor.
"Mama Zhang, are you worried that my body can't stand it or that the banknote in my hand can't stand it?" He Ziang asked with a smile.
"Haha, young master, you are really good at talking." Zhang Ma smiled awkwardly, and then continued: "The four golden flowers in our Fengya Pavilion are also famous for their beauty. Just wait for me to call you.
Go, it just so happens that these four girls are free now, let them accompany the young master." Zhang Ma quickly stood up and replied.
"Okay." He Ziang nodded slightly.
Zhang Ma bent down slightly, then twisted her butt and ran outside the house.
"Sir, you spent so much money just for a look. Isn't this a bit inappropriate business?" After Zhang Ma left, the servant stepped forward and looked at He Ziang with a frown and said.
"Since she is worth this price, that must be the reason why she is valuable. Although she is not the number one prostitute in our Daliang, she is still ranked high. If you spend more money, then spend more." He Ziang said calmly.
replied.
The slave nodded slightly. Although he still didn't understand his master's thoughts, he couldn't say anything more. After all, spending money is not spending his own money.
…
At sunset, Ling Shiqing opened the window and looked at the sky outside. The red-burnt clouds were extremely beautiful, and the beauty inside the house was holding scented cheeks in her hands, which was also extremely beautiful.
"Today is a really good day."
At this moment, Mrs. Qing walked in with a smile on her face, and she heard that gentle voice before they even met her.
"Well, when I was little, I would stare at the sky when I was alone. As I looked at it, I felt like I had become a cloud in the sky." Ling Shiqing turned around and replied softly.
"When you were a child?" Mrs. Qing smiled.
"Well, my father was busy when I was a child, and my mother passed away. I didn't have many friends around me at that time. Later, when my father became an official, there were more people around me, but none of them came here for me. They all came here for me.
My father came here, and he was my first real friend, if that's what it really means."
"I don't have many friends either."
Mrs. Qing slowly walked to Ling Shiqing, stretched out her hand to open all the half-open windows, and squinted at the scenery outside.
"Do you come here like this every day?"
Ling Shiqing looked at Madam Qing and asked.
"That's right. I don't even have anyone around me to talk to. When I have free time, I embroider some mandarin ducks. As I embroider them, I feel that these mandarin ducks are really enviable and we can always be together."
Ling Shiqing raised her head and glanced at Madam Qing, sighing in her heart, she was just pitiful.
"If we come here today, it will be the sixth day. Do you still plan to wait?" Mrs. Qing asked.
"With you by my side, what should I be afraid of?" Ling Shiqing replied with a smile.
"I don't want to see you make the same mistake I did. After all, waiting for someone is a tiring job." The expression on Mrs. Qing's face was a little helpless.
Ling Shiqing turned to look at Madam Qing and smiled, but said nothing.
Mrs. Qing sighed slightly and said in a low voice: "Forget it, if you want to wait, then I won't advise you."
"Sister Qing, are there any flowers and plants in your yard? I want to go out and relax."
Ling Shiqing suddenly stood up and looked at Madam Qing and asked.
"There is a garden in the backyard. I'll take you to see it."
Mrs. Qing nodded, and then took Ling Shiqing's little hand and ran outside the house. Ling Shiqing actually took the initiative to say that she would go out to relax, which meant that she had thought about it now. Since she had thought about it, it was a good thing, no matter what
Waiting or not waiting, a person's state of mind is the most important. If you can't let go of waiting, it will be miserable. If you can let go of waiting, then let nature take its course.
Ling Shiqing is still wearing her favorite light green gauze skirt today, while Mrs. Qing is wearing the bright red dress. After the red and green scenery appeared in the garden, it seemed as if the flowers were taken away in an instant
of bright color.
"Sister Qing, do you like peonies very much?" Ling Shiqing looked at the peonies in the garden and asked with a smile.
"I don't like it." Mrs. Qing shook her head slightly.
"Why do you still plant it if you don't like it?" Ling Shiqing asked, stunned for a moment.
"I planted this peony because I wanted to see it withering." Mrs. Qing looked a little sad.
"Luo Hua? Isn't Luo Hua miserable? How come there are still people in this world who like the appearance of Luo Hua?" Ling Shiqing was a little confused.
"That person once said that I am like the peonies in this garden, that's why I hate people, compare people to flowers, and make people grow old when the flowers fall. When I see this flower, it's like I'm seeing myself."
Ling Shiqing was stunned when she heard this.
"What flowers do you like?" Mrs. Qing asked with a smile.
"I don't like flowers, I like Populus euphratica." Ling Shiqing replied with a smile.