Nightfall

The following night, Mrs. Zeng Jing was immersed or confused by this inexplicable feeling.

When the Queen Mother said jokes, she was not the first to laugh loudly and laugh the loudest as ever. When the Madam Prime Minister talked about the interesting things in Chang'an City, she no longer accompanied her to add fuel and vinegar, but was somewhat invisible. Staring at the little black maid beside Princess Li Yu, she became more and more fascinated.

Her very different behavior from the past has naturally attracted the attention of some people, especially when the ladies noticed that she was staring straight at the direction of Her Royal Highness, and even felt strange in her heart. Quietly reminded a few times that she hadn't awakened, and could not help but hit her gently.

Mrs. Shang Shu lowered her voice and asked with concern: "Why are you so despotic today?"

Mrs. Zeng Jing smiled reluctantly, without explanation, because she couldn't explain it, and she didn't understand why the more she looked at the little maid, the more cordial she felt, and the pain in her heart grew stronger.

The queen's mother and daughter gathered to gossip and drink tea, but there was a very little little maid who was sitting in the middle, and still sitting beside the princess, it caused a lot of doubts in the hearts of the ladies. After the tea pot changed two waters, the wife of the prime minister I couldn't help asking it, and the Queen Mother smiled slightly and briefly introduced Sang Sang.

Husbands know that the little girl was Ning ’s personal maid. Although she still has a lot of doubts, she could n’t ask any more, and they are distinguished. Although it ’s impossible to treat their maidservants like pigs and dogs, they are really two. People in this world, just to ask a few words about Ning Que casually for the sake of the queen.

Mrs. Zeng Jing watched her companions talk to the little maid, and she couldn't help but inquire, but she didn't care that the legendary Ning everybody could write a few pictures every day. The question is the age of Sang Sang.

Sang Sang was very uncomfortable with the atmosphere in the palace. If it was not for the purpose of the palace, and Li Yu promised to accompany her, she would rather cook porridge in Lao Bi Zhai, especially if she had a meal under the service of the palace ladies. More and more I felt that Ning Que was right when he said that the palace was not a place to eat at all.

When those noble women asked her questions, she felt a little hard. Until I heard someone asking my age, I thought this question was simple, and immediately answered seriously: "I was born in the first year of the Apocalypse."

Mrs. Zeng Jing lowered her head and looked at the hand that stretched out her cuffs for a long while. It was clear that she was about fifteen years old this year. After a slight startle, she said sadly, "If my child lived to this day, it would be like you. As big as. "

At this time, all the ladies in the palace were close to the queen, and of course they knew about the murderous concubine killing incident in Chang'an City, the first year of Tianqi, and they couldn't help but cast their eyes on Mrs. Zeng.

The queen's mother-in-law gave her a few words of comfort.

Mrs. Zeng Jing glanced at the little maid behind the opposite case and smiled bitterly, thinking that she probably missed the daughter who had died earlier. Today, seeing a little girl who is similar to her age is a bit abnormal. It shouldn't be.

There are a lot of things in the world. Once you have a heart, it is difficult to erase it in other ways. Just like Mrs. Zeng Jing ’s sense of unreasonable pity for Sang Sang, she wanted to convince herself that she was just a daughter who was dying early, but she still could n’t help raising her head from time to time to look at the other side of the tea case and stared at Sang. mulberry.

The more she looked at Sang Sang, the more familiar she felt, especially the little girl ’s dark skin color. The pair of willow eyes, which were not so beautiful to ordinary people, made her feel very close and could n’t help asking again: “Listen before You said. You and Ning have been living in Weicheng in the early years. Isn't the sun on the frontier fortress too poisonous, so you are exposed like this? "

Sang Sang slightly startled, shaking his head and said: "Master said that I have been so dark since childhood."

Listening to her answer, Mrs. Zeng Jing became more and more agitated, and no longer ignored the strange eyes of others, so she stared at Sang Sang intently. Seems to see what flowers are on her face.

The tea cool banquet went away.

Mrs. Zeng Jing stayed outside the hall and saw Li Yu taking Sang Sang out, stopping the two with a bite of her heart.

Li Yu frowned slightly, not knowing what exactly this college lady would do.

Mrs. Zeng Jing knew very well that she was the firmest supporter of the Queen Mother. I haven't given too much good looks to Her Royal Highness in recent years, and can even say that the other party has been miserably offended, so her tone is more gentle and humble.

"His Royal Highness, the life woman looked at this little girl today and felt very close, and you know my child ... I want to drop the little girl home and ask for permission."

Li Yu looked at her quietly. Even the daughter who died 15 years ago has moved out. It seems that this college lady really wants to walk with Sang Sang, but why is she doing this? Could it be said that the Queen Mother finally realized the importance of the college's entry into the WTO and decided to approach Ning Que around the bend?

Thinking of these things, she decided to refuse the other party's humble request and said with a smile: "Sang Sang doesn't love getting along with strangers."

This is the truth. Sang Sang ’s temperament predestined her unwillingness to deal with people. If she had n’t been in frequent contact for two years, it would be difficult for Li Yu to enter her world, not to mention the college lady who had never met .

However, at this moment, Sang Sang who had been standing quietly beside Li Yu suddenly said, "Yes."

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"Your name is Sansang?"

"Ok."

"This name is interesting."

"Okay."

"Who gave you the name?"

"Master."

"Your young master is a contemporary calligrapher, presumably brilliant in the way of poetry, and his name must be good, but I don't know the meaning of the two words Sang Sang?"

"I didn't mean it. The young master said that when he picked me up, there was a mulberry tree with stripped bark and no leaves on the side of the road. It looked very similar to my time, so he called me mulberry."

"Where did your young master pick you?"

"Hebei County, he forgot the specific place. We went to Minshan once to find it, but then the field had grown young seedlings, the peeled and leafless mulberry tree died and many other trees grew, so I could n’t recognize it. . "

Tonight's Chang'an City is brightly lit and tourists are woven. The people watching the lanterns blocked the streets going to Dongcheng, even if it was a carriage in Wenyuan University ’s palace, today they could not raise the speed. Only honestly moved slowly along with the people, but the Mrs. Jing didn't take it seriously, and was even a little happy.

The farther the road is, the longer she can stay in the carriage with Sang Sang and ask more questions. And Sang Sang tonight is obviously a bit different from normal days. The question to this lady was actually a must-answer, and it seemed that there was more to say in one night than last month.

However, those stories in that year were too vague in her memory after all, and they were mostly narrated by Ning Que, so no matter how Mrs. Zeng Jing fudged, she still couldn't get the answer she wanted.

How far the journey is. There is always the moment of arrival.

The carriage of the University House slowly stopped at the entrance of Lin 47 Lane.

Sang Sang paid a courtesy to Mrs. Zeng Jing when she got off the bus.

Mrs. Zeng Jing stared blankly at the slender figure in front of the shop door, and somehow she was sour.

She could not confirm anything at all now, and even knew that she might be delusional, but she has fallen in love with this little girl all the way, thinking how good it would be if she had such a daughter.

Mrs. Zeng Jing raised the car curtain, and hesitated and anxiously asked: "Would you like to be a guest at the Academy?"

Sang Sauna thought for a while with the door key, thinking that Ning Que would be home in a few days. Pine stick bacon was already smoked and no one was watching. She stayed at Lao Bi Zhai and had nothing to do, so she nodded.

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A few days later, a strange guest came to Wenyuan Zengjing University House.

The reason is strange because the guest is a little maid. There are so many palaces of princes and ministers in Chang'an City. I have never heard of anyone who would treat a little maid as a serious guest. The ring finger pointing. Shocked.

When the people in the house saw the college lady and wife actually greet each other at the gate of the garden, and held the little maid's hand very intimately, the smile on his face was about to overflow from the temples and flew up the rockery.

It didn't take long for the people in the bachelor's house to inquire about the identity of the black skinny maid, knowing her origins, and couldn't help talking. Many people endured laughter and thought that their own wife is indeed worthy of being the loyal wife to the Queen Mother in Chang'an City. She was willing to fall in love and make her happy.

Mr. Zeng Jing was not in the mansion. Perhaps he, like the people in the mansion, felt that his wife had a special banquet for a little maid. Therefore, there were only Mrs. Zeng Jing and Sang Sang at the luncheon, but the dishes were extremely rich, and there were four or five big ladies at the table to serve quietly.

Sang Sang's generation is serving people, or rather Ning Que. She is not used to being served for dinner, so she seems a little restrained, much quieter than the carriage on the night of the Lantern Festival.

Mrs. Zeng Jing watched as she looked down and ate the food in the bowl, with occasional flashes of pity in her eyes, and then she winked at the most powerful big maid beside her.

The big maid noticed, lifted the curtain and went out to serve the bowl of pigeon soup that had already been prepared.

Mrs. Zeng Jing walked in front of Sang Sang carrying pigeon soup and said, "Look at your small body, you have to make up."

After finishing this sentence ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ She slipped her hands and the bowl of pigeon soup poured to Sang Sang's feet.

Sang Sang stood up and looked down at his wet cotton skirt and small shoes, silent.

Mrs. Zeng Jing said in a panic: "This is really ... hurry and wash."

The cotton skirt and shoes are stained with the oil of pigeon soup, and they really need to be washed.

But Sang Sang did not move, but looked down silently at his skirt and shoes.

She noticed that this lady intentionally poured pigeon soup on herself.

Because at that moment, she could see clearly that the lady ’s fingers holding the soup bowl were very hard and would not slip at all.

Sang Sang was not angry because the bowl of pigeon soup was obviously left outside the curtain for a long time. It was already cold and not hot. Not to mention splashing on the body, even splashing on the face would not cause any harm, and she could not feel this. Madam ’s maliciousness, on the contrary, can feel the timid goodwill of the other party, but why should she do this?

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