[Sui and Tang Dynasties] Wise husbands emerge from under the whip

Fire, burning fire everywhere, on the beams, on the lintel, and the dried medicinal herbs in the courtyard have already been burned, coupled with the dry weather, the flames spread quickly.

Beside him were people lying in a pool of blood, including servants, maidservants, Uncle Liu who was good at calculating, and Xiaobao who could recite the book by heart after reading it once. The woman, her name is Shui Lingxin.

"Hey! Damn girl! What time are you still sleeping? Get up and work!"

The hoarse voice of the old woman outside came in through the door, followed by the sound of breaking the door, the quilt was thrown off, and the fat old woman in burlap stood with her hands on her hips beside the bed, pointing with her stubby fingers. Looking at her, she said angrily: "Show hoof, you want to be lazy again?! Hurry up and get up to work! What do you think you are? Miss Qianjin? Don't even look at yourself. You look like an ugly monster, and no one will post it." Dare to!"

The old lady's swearing words were ugly, she endured the pain all over her body and sat up from the bed, got out of bed and lowered her head and said, "I'm sorry, auntie, last night..."

Before she finished speaking, she was slapped hard on the cheek, almost turning her head away.

"What was it last night? I was lazy when I was shooting! You still want to find an excuse for me? It's getting worse and worse! Go, wash the clothes at the door for me, and send it to Miss Song when you come back. Remember, put Cover your face so as not to frighten the guests, do you hear me?!"

Enduring the pain on her face, she responded in a low voice, and missed the old woman to go outside.

"By the way, I'll give you a better set of clothes in a while. Dress like a beggar when you go to see Miss Song. You'll only bump into her. I'll put it on your bed and you can change it yourself."

"……Yes."

When she came to the room with hands that were purple with cold and was about to change, she found that the clothes that should have been neatly folded had been rolled into a pile.It was no longer clothes, but a pile of rags.

With a low sigh, she put the shabby clothes into the shabby cabinet, and then went to deliver breakfast to Song Yingying.

On the way to deliver the breakfast, I heard many maids pointing behind her, calling her ugly.

Except for the girl named Xueyan.The simple girl who greeted her with a smile from the day she came in; the girl who is as weird as her sister.

Xueyan wanted to change her clothes for her, but she politely refused.

In a place of fireworks like Jinling, how many maids eagerly want to become ladies who can receive customers, and some even if they can't, relying on the girls they serve, they are more competitive with each other.

Serving a well-known young lady, she naturally becomes arrogant; while a maid serving a well-known young lady puts the grievances on the maid doing odd jobs to vent her dissatisfaction. By playing tricks on others, seeing others' embarrassment and embarrassment, to satisfy the angry heart, so that I can balance myself.

And she became the target of being mobbed and attacked.

In a group, when some people with compassion in their hearts see the weak around them, they will naturally have the desire to protect, not only because of her tragic life experience and experience, but also because of her image. See people's faces.

A woman looks like herself, or a woman looks like someone who pleases her, but she has lost both.

No one wants a woman without her appearance, even if she is thrown in a beggar's den, let alone married, it is simply a delusion.

Therefore, cynicism becomes sympathy, and sympathy leads to help, as the saying goes, why do women make things difficult for women.

Carrying light millet porridge and some side dishes to the wing where Song Yingying was, she knocked on the door a few times and waited for the sound from inside before pushing the door open.

She was wearing a water-blue long dress with the hem dragging on the ground. The material of the long skirt was made of satin mixed with gold silk, and the top was embroidered with purple and black threads to form magnificent flowers. She combed three stacks of Flat cloud-style bun, wearing a gold hairpin with pearls hanging on it.

"Put it on the table." Song Yingying held a pen in one hand and carefully traced her eyebrows.

"Miss Song, if there is nothing else, the maidservant will leave first."

"Wait." Song Yingying called to stop her, Shi Shiran stood up from the stool and walked in front of her, looking her up and down.

Facing those two probing gazes, she didn't show much panic, but stood quietly.

"What's your name?"

"...A Chou."

"Which one is ugly? The hatred of hatred or the ugly one?" Song Yingying said as she circled around her, the pearls on her head dangling, looking beautiful in the black hair. "Head up."

Ah Chou hesitated for a long time before obediently raising his head.

"It's really ugly."

Song Yingying's words were not spoken in a contemptuous tone, but a plain tone of statement, as if she was narrating a very ordinary thing.

"However, a woman does not mean that if she loses her looks, she will lose her way of life." Song Yingying stopped in front of Ah Chou and looked into her eyes. "You have beautiful eyes. Be my personal maid. I will tell my mother." .”

"It's almost New Year's Eve. Buy yourself some new clothes. If you dress in such a rustic way, if guests see you, they will say that I don't have much appreciation ability."

The breath of the new year is accompanied by the first sound of firecrackers in the morning. On Chang'an Avenue, no matter whether it is a wealthy family or a small townsman, they all set off firecrackers and hang red lanterns at midnight.

Unable to fall asleep by the sound of firecrackers outside, Ke Jing got up, put on a cotton coat and went out.

It was cold and windy, and the temperature in the early morning was very low. Even with a thick coat on the body, it could not resist the wind pouring in from the neck.Shrinking his neck into the collar, Ke Jing put on his coat and walked out alone.

The maids and women in the Eastern Palace were still asleep, only a few servants set off firecrackers at the door, and the sky was snowing, which was the first spring snow in the fifth year of Kaihuang.

The shoes stepped on the white snow, making a piercing sound, and the snowflakes were blown into her collar, melting instantly by the body temperature.

She remembered that when she was still in the Qing Palace, on the eve of the New Year, she pestered the Queen Mother to take her to set off firecrackers when the New Year came, but later she fell into a deep sleep, no matter whether the Queen Mother pinched her nose or scratched her. She itches, she just doesn't want to wake up.The next day, she complained that her mother didn't wake her up, wasting the opportunity to set off firecrackers in vain, and got her mother's gentle smile.

Later, when she was a little older and Huang Erniang's legs and feet were not very agile, it was her respected fourth brother Aixinjueluo Yinzhen who took her to set off firecrackers. In the end, she almost caused fire by burning the trees in the courtyard. The fire caused Huang Ama to scold them. At that time, the new clothes they were wearing were also burned with several holes, their faces were stained with ashes, and they were in a state of embarrassment.

The fourth brother blamed himself for all the mistakes, even if she pestered the fourth brother to take her to set off firecrackers.Then, Huang Ama beat the fourth brother ten times with the stick on the grounds of disrupting the stability of the palace and having no kingly law, as a warning.

From then on, she no longer dared to pester anyone to set off firecrackers, even if she saw others setting off firecrackers, she felt so envious.

Hearing the sound of the wind blowing, Ke Jing seemed to have a feeling of passing away. Unknowingly, he came outside the palace gate and saw several servants in dark cotton coats and hats playing with firecrackers. Hang up the red lanterns, but the attention is not on the work at hand, but on the servants who set off the firecrackers, but because they want to hang the lanterns, they have to finish the work at hand anxiously.

Among the group of servants, there is a gorgeously dressed man with a firecracker in his hand, with a wild smile on his jade-like face, especially when he is playing tricks with the firecracker in his hand.

Seeing that he was a good massager, the servants wanted to imitate him, but they got all over Mars and almost threw the wooden stick out.And there are a few who have learned well, but they are far less powerful than him.

"Princess Concubine." One of the servants whispered to Yang Yong when he saw Ke Jing not far away.

Yang Yong turned his head to look, and it really was Ke Jing standing at the door.He gave the servant the firecracker stick, went up to meet him and said, "Why are you up? Did you wake up?"

He was afraid of waking up others, so he and his servants found a place far away from the bedroom, and there were many bamboos here, which could also block the transmission of sound.Unexpectedly, the noise caused others to rest.

Ke Jing shook his head, "I couldn't sleep, I wanted to go out and take a look, but I was attracted by the sound of firecrackers."

Pointing to the pile of red firecrackers on the ground, Yang Yong invited, "Would you like to set them off together? There are many more." Seeing her hesitation and anticipation, he said with a smile, "Just be happy, it's very safe." !"

Almost being forced to move forward, before Ke Jing could stand still, a servant stuffed a wooden stick into his hand, and the other end of the wooden stick was tied to a burning firecracker, and the crackling sound could be heard endlessly.

The sour smell of sulfur dioxide wafted in the air, and she remembered that from when she and her fourth brother set off firecrackers secretly, to now setting off firecrackers with a group of people, the long days in between seemed to be drawn closer.

Because of the explosion of the firecrackers, the hands also vibrated, crispy and numb.

The first time she let her brother out with her, she still asked him to hold her hand so that it wouldn't shake, but now she can face this dangerous thing alone, and she likes it very much.

Yang Yong thought that when he stuffed her with firecrackers, she would scream. Originally, he just wanted to tease her and had no malice. Unexpectedly, instead of teasing her, he saw her smile instead.

The light of the fire shone on Ke Jing's clear and beautiful face, and the thick soft light in those eyes made one almost suspect that the woman beside her was two different people from the unsmiling, clean and neat woman in Bai Ri.

Those eyebrows and those eyes were clearly loaded with tenderness, and what flowed out were true feelings.

It turned out that she would smile so happily.

This was Yang Yong's thoughts at the time, as if he had suddenly stepped into another world of hers.

After all, in front of people, his concubine is so serious, whether it is for people or things, she always rewards and punishes clearly, and does not bend the law for favoritism.What's more, she owed him the credit for helping the refugees before, even though all he did was write some poems and paint some paintings.But she sold these as works, and sold the copper coins she got to help the victims.

Such a woman who knows how to plan is naturally highly praised by her mother, Dugu Jialuo.

So for her, all he has is respect.Because of this, he felt that she should be a serious woman, careful in doing things and thoughtful, but forgot that she was just a woman in her twenties.

It should be the age of laughing and crying, the age of being doted on by her husband, not because of the title of princess on her head, putting aside her own enjoyment and forcing herself to grow up.

If she married into an ordinary family, she would have more smiles on her face and be happier.

In my heart, there is actually a kind of distressed feeling...

"You should smile more, you look good when you smile."

The author has something to say: The road to loyalty is moving forward! !

Sure enough, loyal dogs are warmer. . .