[Red House] The Twins of Purple Pearls

After greeting Jia Min in the main room, the sisters went back to the room to rest.

Yan'er was learning to walk, stumbling around wearing small embroidered shoes, and the wet nurse followed behind him cautiously.

As soon as Daiyu opened the door, she saw the doll running towards her, calling cheerfully, "Sister."

"Yan'er." Daiyu was also very happy to see her younger brother, looked at him carefully before smiling, "Yan'er is sinking, I almost can't recognize Yan'er."

Yanyu brought Zhuang Mu into the room, saw Yan'er also smiled and said to Zhuang Mu: "This is my younger brother Yan'er."

Zhuang Mu has always liked young children, and he also likes Yan'er who is carved in powder and jade.

Let the wet nurse take Yan'er down, and the sisters sit down on the warm kang.

"Sister Yu, it turns out that your room is really full of books." Zhuang Mu saw the bookcases full of books, and remembered Li Wen once told Liu Ning'an that Daiyu was addicted to books, so he couldn't help asking with a smile, "Sister Ning'an Is "The Secret History of Tang Books" any good?"

Yanyu covered her lips and gave a fake cough before saying, "It's here with me."

Daiyu held the silk handkerchief and pretended to cry: "Sister is so cruel. It is said that Sister Wen is strict with Qimei, so it must be that Qimei doesn't know how strict my sister treats me."

"I love you so much! Not even Yan'er!" Yanyu said innocently.

Daiyu took an ancient book from the bookshelf to Zhuang Mu, and only talked to Zhuang Mu: "These ancient books are originally in my father's study, and my father asked me to bring them over when he saw that I liked them." Xiang Yanyu said, "My sister also likes to read ancient books."

Zhuang Mu asked curiously, "What kind of books does Sister Yan like to read?"

Yanyu was about to speak, but Daiyu still said first: "My sister likes to copy and draw according to the totems in ancient books. My sister is very good at drawing, and I like it very much." Brought the painting to show to Zhuang Mu, his proud expression was more like showing off.

Yanyu was stunned for a while, but she didn't know whether Daiyu's words were praise or derogation.

"Sister Yan, can you draw a picture for me?" Zhuang Mu asked Yan Yu while holding a box full of paintings from Dai Yu.

"Of course." Yanyu said with a smile, "I don't know what painting sister Mu wants?"

Zhuang Mu frowned and meditated for a while, then said, "Draw me."

Yanyu readily agreed: "Don't worry, I will definitely draw you more beautiful than a flower."

Daiyu also came over: "Sister, you have never painted a portrait for me."

Yanyu rubbed her sister's head, and smiled lightly: "Then I will also draw a picture for you, are you happy?"

Only then did Daiyu smile: "I believe my sister loves me the most."

On a snowy afternoon, Daiyu and Zhuang Mu were sitting in the snow wearing cloaks, and Yanyu was painting skillfully on the porch; The butterflies are all lifelike.

A white flower was blown to Zhuang Mu's cloak by the wind, and also fell into Yan Yu's painting.

The completed scroll was placed on the table to dry, and Zhuang Mu went over to look at it: "Sister Yan's painting is so beautiful!"

Yanyu was full of ambition: "I said I would draw you more delicately than a flower, so I will definitely not break my promise."

Zhuang Mu carefully put away the scroll, and said with a joyful smile, "Thank you sister Yan, I will definitely repay sister Yan's kindness in the future."

"What did the silly child say!" Yan Yu couldn't help laughing as she caressed her.

Seeing Zhuang Mu putting away the painting contentedly, Yanyu guessed that she might be taking the painting to someone.

And the fact is just as Yan Yu expected.

It was when I saw Mr. Zhao again when I was young, and Zhao Yue came to say goodbye to Lin Ruhai; he claimed to be old and weak, and now he didn't want to get involved in these right and wrong anymore, he just wanted to spend his last life quietly in the mountains and forests.

Yanyu saw Lin Ruhai and Zhao Yue coming out of the study from a distance, and saw Mu Yun again; he was still following Zhao Yue, listening to Lin Ruhai and Zhao Yue talking.

In fact, Zhao Yue's complexion is not bad, he was dying from the strange poison before, but now it seems that he should be fine.

"Sister." Daiyu pulled Yanyu's clothes and called, "Mr. Zhao is leaving Yangzhou?"

"Perhaps." Yan Yu nodded thoughtfully.

There are killings and struggles in this world, and it is not possible to live in peace by hiding; Zhao Yue's move is just to deceive people, and it is not known whether he will plan another big thing after this storm is over.

If Zhao Yue really wanted to hide in the mountains and not care about world affairs, it would be impossible to stand with Mu Yun now.

Seeing that Zhao Yue and Mu Ran had gone far away, Yanyu turned around and went back to the house with Daiyu.

Zhuang Mu was not in the room, and Yiqing said that Sister Mu was going for a walk in the garden, Yanyu showed a dazed expression.

When Zhuang Mu came back, there was still a faint scent of flowers on her cloak, and the smile on her lips could not be hidden.

"Mu'er, are you back?" Yanyu handed a hand stove to Zhuang Mu with a smile; Zhuang Mu took off his cloak and gave it to Nanny Chen, then sat down at the crescent table, picked up the embroidery frame and fiddled with it, but he was obviously absent-minded look like.

Yanyu snatched the embroidery frame: "Be careful when doing embroidery, otherwise you will get your hands stuck."

Zhuang Mucai raised his head tearfully: "I pricked my finger, it hurts!"

"Why don't I teach you how to draw?" Yanyu looked at her and asked after a little thought.

"Sister Yan treats me so well!" Zhuang Mu smiled through his tears, picked up the tea on the table and said to Yanyu in a decent manner, "Master, please drink my disciple's tea."

Yanyu took her tea and smiled softly: "My master is also very strict, Mu'er, would you like to overcome difficulties?"

Zhuang Mu nodded sincerely: "Of course, Sister Yan has to believe me."

Seeing the serious look of the little girl, Yanyu secretly felt it was funny.After all, Zhuang Mu is weak, and she can't do things that require too much energy, so it's better to let her fiddle with the paintings in the room.

The two spread paper and ink behind the desk, and Yanyu taught Zhuang Mu to make sketches hand in hand.

Zhuang Mu was obviously impatient, and dripped ink continuously to faint a few sketches.

"Fortunately, this is just a drawing on grass rice, otherwise it would be ugly if it dripped on the silk." Yanyu rolled up the ink-stained rice paper and placed it on the other side, and then jokingly said to Zhuang Mu, "When I was young My father taught Yuer and me to learn calligraphy, and copied the copybooks for us. I have always been lazy and not as diligent as Yuer. When my parents were not paying attention, I took out the pictures hidden under the copybooks; not bad."

"No wonder the pictures embroidered by sister Yan are also pretty." Zhuang Mu said in a doggy manner.

It was very difficult for Yanyu to pull out a smile: "I'm ugly as an embroiderer, and it's even a headache for the mother-in-law."

Zhuang Mu sighed with emotion: "Mister's green embroidery is really amazing! Even if we can learn a bit of Mr.'s skills, it will be very impressive."

Yanyu also followed her topic: "Qingxiu embroidery has been popular in the capital for 20 years, and Mrs. Jiang is also famous. I only heard Mrs. Jiang sigh, and Sister Wen and Sister Qi are not interested in embroidery, which is also a reason for this. She was worried; Miss Jiang was afraid that no one would be able to inherit the skill of Qingxi embroidery, so that such ingenious embroidery would be lost in the future." After a pause, she thought again, "But it seems that Sister Luo is quite exquisite."

"Mr. used to be a female teacher in the palace, and he also taught the princesses and princesses Qingwei embroidery. Back then, Princess Heqing had a good relationship with Mrs. Jiang. In fact, Sister Luo also learned Qingwei embroidery from Princess Heqing, so Mr. especially I like Sister Luo." Zhuang Mu said softly, as if she just heard it from Xue Luo, and there was no other meaning; she looked up at Yanyu and smiled innocently, "Everyone in the world is Partial, but Sister Zhen wants to compete with Sister Luo, I really don't understand!"

"Why do you have so many emotions at such a young age!" Yan Yu caressed her and smiled casually.

Zhuang Mu was still smiling, turned his eyes to the sketch on the case, and continued: "I want to draw the most prosperous capital. Sister Yan, do you think Yangzhou is the most prosperous place in the world?"

The most prosperous place in the world?Yanyu suddenly remembered that Fairy Jing Huan once said that Yangzhou is a prosperous and rich town in the world, she couldn't help but nodded slightly.

In fact, Yanyu also painted the scenery of Yangzhou.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, her father and mother took her and her sister out of the house to watch the fireworks. Standing on the archway, she watched the people coming and going in the brightly lit city of Yangzhou, and the gorgeous fireworks bloomed in the dark night; Xiangu said that Yangzhou is a rich and noble town in the world.

Yanyu included that gorgeous night scene in her paintings, and she will never forget such a beautiful day.

She showed the painting to Daiyu with great interest. Daiyu always praised her sister's paintings, so this painting was also given to Daiyu.

"Sister, Mu'er." Daiyu should have just come back from Yan'er's room, saw Yanyu and Zhuang Mu painting behind the desk, and also came to look at it, "This is Yangzhou City? It turns out that Muer's painting is also so good. "

Zhuang Mu pulled La Daiyu's sleeve and whispered, "Sister Yu, this was drawn by Sister Yan!"

Daiyu smiled like a flower: "My sister once drew the picture of Yangzhou, and now I am hanging high in the room."

Zhuang Mu lowered his head and smiled lightly: "Sister Yan is extremely talented, and I am far beyond my reach. Looking at the lifelikeness in Sister Yan's paintings, I thought that I accidentally entered the painting by mistake and became the person in the painting."

Even Yanyu felt guilty, she had lived for a thousand years and was still arguing about talent with children, it seemed that she had the suspicion of relying on her old age to sell her old age.

They continued to study the sketches and compose the painting, and Daiyu took a book and sat on the kang to read it.

At this moment, someone was talking outside, so Yubai came in with a sandalwood box and put it on the crescent table and said, "Miss, Miss Xu's cousin has brought something."

Yu Ming sent two jars of incense powder; the finely ground Hexiang was stored in Yinmei celadon jars, and the light milky white face powder was very suitable for Yinmei celadon jars.

The aroma diffuses from the porcelain pot, fragrant and elegant, remote and quiet, without any sense of sweetness; close your eyes and savor it carefully, and it is faintly hidden, as if hidden behind layers of veils. , It's as wonderful as a dream.

"Is this Langhuanlu?" Daiyu sniffed lightly through the silk, remembering that Yu Ming used ancient fragrance recipes to develop ancient incense, and the smell was pleasant and strange.

Yanyu heard the words and scooped out some face powder with a bamboo spoon, placed it on the stove and slowly baked the aroma.

The aroma of Langhuanlu is compelling, as if it really has a bit of the realm of Langhuan fairy cave.