A tree of holly is floating

midnight.

On the starry Jiangsheng River, an old black-covered boat went down the river.

A slender figure stood at the bow of the boat, his pale fingers hooked towards Fusheng, his red lips fluttered, and a delicate female voice exhaled like blue: "You, come here!"

The cold wind was blowing towards his face, Fu Sheng took a step back, but his waist seemed to be held by invisible big hands, and he was dragged to the black-covered boat in the middle of the river.

Fengping.

The woman's long hair reaches the ground, and the radiant golden veins on the black gauze dress are distinct, clusters and clusters, as if the sun and the moon are shining from the sky.

Raising his head, Fu Sheng asked, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

A golden ginkgo leaf was hanging in the palm of her hand. The woman looked sideways, with a cold light in her eyes: "You don't even recognize me?"

The waves are quiet.

Fu Sheng shook his head, such a beautiful and immortal woman, not to mention Huacheng, probably can't find another in the whole southern country!

The woman blew lightly on her palm and said, "Go!" The golden ginkgo leaf danced and fluttered like a golden butterfly, and fell into the river, creating a circle of golden ripples.

Fusheng lay on the side of the boat and stretched out his hand to fish it, but just as his fingertips touched the icy water, the golden ginkgo leaf slowly sank into the bottomless Wangsheng River without a trace.

When I looked up, the slender figure standing alone at the bow of the boat had disappeared.

Dream back.

Fu Sheng sat on the wooden bed with his knees in his arms and thought for a long time. When he looked up and saw a ray of skylight outside the window, he tiptoed down to the ground, changed into clean clothes, combed his hair carefully, and found a small wooden box from under the elm box. Looking at the only hairpin inlaid with silver and jade in it, I regretted that I didn't take some decent jewelry from the proprietress's box.

Fu Sheng was not good at combing her hair, and Chen Changle was not willing to buy her a mirror, so she didn't know whether the bun was crooked or not, and whether the hairpin was inserted right or not.

After tidying up like this, Fu Sheng quietly opened the door, and sneaked out while no one noticed.

Chen Changle had been lying on the roof with his legs crossed, and woke up when he heard movement in the courtyard. When Fu Sheng gently closed the courtyard door, he rolled over and jumped off the roof, followed quietly not too far away.

Fu Sheng remembered that the son who took him to eat meat soup that night once told her that she could go to the Zhao Mansion in Huacheng to find him, maybe there she could find the person she was looking for.

She was expecting and apprehensive, but no matter what, she couldn't control herself.

Thinking about seeing him again soon, Fu Sheng couldn't help feeling weak in his calves and burning in his ears.

As soon as I entered the city gate, I saw girls of my own age all over the street, either wearing flowers on their hair, or rubbing rouge on their faces, and their pink sleeves were fragrant and swaying.

Looking down at himself again, Hulan's long skirt has been washed and crumpled, and the corners of the skirt are still stained with grass leaves and mud spots, Fusheng felt very inferior for the first time.

She has never cared about her attire, whether it is old patched clothes or Chen Changle's men's clothing, she doesn't care.

But today she suddenly cared a lot about these things, suddenly became ashamed of herself, and her whole body suddenly died, and her previous determination and courage completely disappeared.

Standing on the street with people coming and going, Fu Sheng didn't know where to go.Looking up, it was already three poles in the sun.

Floating Life was wandering in the bustling streets without a master, and before he knew it, he had arrived at Chaohuaxishi.

Meng Lang was calling everyone in the yard to bring down the large and small boxes from a carriage. Seeing Fu Sheng come in through the gate unsteadily, he sat down on a big rock next to the pool, and then stared at the animals in the pool. Red Fish was dumbfounded.

In the past, as long as Fusheng came here, he would either ostentatiously hang out with the group of Yingyingyanyans, laughing and having fun, or sneaking upstairs and downstairs to search for things.

The first time he walked in through the gate in a proper manner, meng lang was a little surprised.He was so angry with her on weekdays, but today he could seize the opportunity to tease her well!

Meng Lang greeted the sisters in the yard to lift the boxes off the carriage one by one, and said with a smile, "Hey, the sun came out from the west today!"

But he didn't expect Fu Sheng to ignore her at all, and sighed heavily at those red fish.

Meng Lang curled his lips. He had never seen this little rascal like this before. Not only was he preoccupied, but he was also like a pickle in a vinegar jar.

I wanted to tease her again, but looking at her pitiful appearance, I couldn't help feeling pity for her, so I couldn't say anything.Thinking that she must still be hungry, he turned to a little girl beside him and asked, "What did you eat in the yard this morning?"

The little girl handed the box in her hand to an old woman, and replied, "Oil cakes and soybean juice."

Meng Lang asked again, "Is there any left?"

The little girl replied: "The pancakes are gone, but there is still some soybean juice."

Meng Lang said quickly, "Bring me a plate of shortbread from yesterday." The little girl complied and left.

At this moment, the proprietress Yu Nian also came down from upstairs, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Fusheng sitting sadly by the pool, with the silver inlaid jade hairpin pinned to her head, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, smiling Moan.

The large and small boxes in the yard were moved to the front yard by a group of maids and women. The proprietress Yu Nian nodded in satisfaction. Meng Lang has always done things in the most appropriate and reassuring way.

Walking up to Fusheng, the proprietress took a plate of shortbread from the little girl, and told her: "Bring the bean juice to my room. By the way, bring a pot of hot water."

After saying that, he turned his head to Fu Sheng: "Let's go, go to my room and talk to me." After saying that, he bent down and took Fu Sheng's hand, and walked towards the second floor.

The door is locked as usual, the proprietress handed the plate of shortbread to Fu Sheng's hand, and said: "Hold it for me!" She took a hairpin from her head and inserted it into the keyhole, turned it lightly, only to hear "Hold it for me!" With a click, the lock opens.

Fu Sheng carried shortbread and followed behind the proprietress and walked in. The proprietress put the lock on the table, turned around and went behind the screen, and walked out holding a small box after a while.

The proprietress picks and chooses in the box by herself, holding up one to have a look, and holding that for comparison, and glances at the little girl next to her from time to time.

Fu Sheng sat at the table blankly looking at the plate of shortbread, but didn't eat a single bite.

The two little girls brought in soybean juice and a basin of hot water, closed the door and retreated.

The proprietress sat down beside Fu Sheng, looked at the food on the table, and asked softly: "What, is there something on your mind?"

Seeing that Fu Sheng was silent, the proprietress stood up holding the small box and waved to her, smiling slightly, "Come here, come here!"

This room is the bedroom of the proprietress Yu Nian. There is a large red lacquer round table in the middle, and a carved wooden bed with a big red curtain inside. There is a screen on the left and a square table under the window sill on the right. There is a big bronze mirror and some boudoir dressing things.

Leading Fusheng to sit in front of the round bronze mirror, the proprietress Yu Nian lifted up her sleeves, picked up the cotton towel in the basin and wrung it dry, and handed it to Fusheng: "Girls should be clean at all times. Neat and beautiful, so that people will like it!"

Upon hearing what the proprietress said, Fu Sheng regained his energy suddenly, raised his head and asked, "Really?"

The proprietress Yu Nian handed the hot cotton towel into Fu Sheng's hand, and said: "How have I ever lied to you?" She raised her hand and took off the hairpin inlaid with silver and jade, and said: "Your hairpin is really unique. !"

Fu Sheng wiped his face, feeling much better, and put the cotton towel in the tub.

Yu Nian picked some snow-white suet cream from a small rose-red glazed porcelain bottle and carefully applied it on her face, and then dabbed on some light-colored rouge, Fu Sheng's complexion immediately improved a lot.

He took out a sandalwood comb from the dowry and lightly dipped it in a little water, and Fu Sheng's messy hair was combed smoothly.

Pinning on the silver inlaid jade hairpin again, even Fu Sheng himself couldn't believe it, the one in the bronze mirror is the original self with red and swollen eyes and haggard complexion?

Yu Nian put his hands on Fu Sheng's shoulders and said, "Well, that's it! It's beautiful!"

Fu Sheng was a little shy, lowered his head and asked: "Miss Boss, can you lend me some clothes?"