spring water

In the past few days, Song Manzhen could not bear to go to the spring river to see the spring water at night, and just stayed at home to read books.

As usual, the husband from the private school came to Song's house to teach Song Manzhen. Song Manzhen was sitting on the west side of the yard, listening to the sound of the teacher shaking his head while reading and speaking the truth, his thoughts had already drifted to the night of Spring River.The husband knows that Song Manzhen is a fast learner and is better than all the other boys in the private school. Last time, Song Manzhen came out on top in the private exam. After that, he told his family that he would not go to the private school. Sir please come home.The husband collects the money from Mr. Song every month, and the money goes into the bag, and he doesn't bother to say anything, just letting Song Manzhen wander.

Mr. Song passed by the backyard and saw that under the luxuriant banyan tree, his daughter was staring straight at her eyes, and she didn't look like she was reading at all. He couldn't help shaking his head, and said to the eldest lady next to him, "Look at the good girl you gave birth to. She was the one who said she wanted to study at the beginning. Now she is also the one who doesn't like reading and goes out all day. Since she doesn't care about studying, it's better to marry a good man, but she doesn't like anyone, tell me, what do you want to do, precious girl?"

The eldest lady smiled very kindly, and turned out the collar of the master's quilt, and said: "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. We Manzhen are smart, didn't you also say that, Manzhen always understands everything, whether it is poetry or songs. Fu or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all very talented, and they are the smartest among the children. You still have to read books, and you will have a great future after Manzhen."

"So what, after all, a girl's family has to marry, and she can only be a husband and a child, and her future can only be in someone else's family." Master Song said.

The eldest lady smiled and said: "Okay, let's not talk about this. Manjun will return to her mother's house with my uncle tomorrow, let's take care of it, don't lose the face of our Song family."

Master Song nodded his head heavily. Thinking of his son-in-law, who was appointed by the imperial court, Master Song felt a little headache.

The teacher of the private school left after teaching, Song Manzhen dragged her body back to her room, felt suffocated after staying for a while, so she opened the window and called her personal maid: "Xiaojuan!"

"Miss San!" Xiaojuan hurried over, "What's wrong?"

"Accompany me for a walk on the street, it suffocates me to death."

"It's just right, the eldest lady told me to go to the street to prepare something, does the third lady want to go together?"

"What are you preparing?"

"Missy is coming back, madam said that she wants to decorate the house beautifully, I'm going to buy hanging lanterns and so on, and the flowers in the yard also need to be replaced, I have to order flowers. "

"Song Manjun is coming back? Why is she coming back? Could it be that a bodhisattva like her can't be tolerated in that official's house?" Song Manzhen asked with a strange smile.

"Uh, if Miss San is going, she has to leave now, or she won't be in time for dinner." Xiaojuan quickly changed the subject and said, without answering Song Manzhen's words.

"Well, let's go."

Song Manzhen and Xiaojuan went to the street together, followed by a servant who stooped behind him.

Lanzhou City is still lively, the streets extend in all directions, and the voices of small vendors can be heard everywhere.Song Manzhen walked in front with dull eyes, and Xiaojuan called her several times behind her, but she didn't hear her.

"Miss San, what's the matter with you..." Xiaojuan rushed up to hold her back, "I want to buy cloth, Miss San, don't leave, wait for me for a while."

"Yeah." Song Manzhen's face was a little hot, but she pretended to be serious and walked back. She stood at the gate of the cloth shop and watched Xiaojuan and the boss picking out cloth.

Lanzhou City in March is a good time.The arch bridge is full of people, and the willows and green stalks on the bank.The breeze stirred up ripples on the river surface, and the sun was shining, which made Song Manzhen a little upset and irritable.There is a boat floating in the river, and the sound of someone reciting poems and doing right is vaguely heard on it, and the sound is getting louder.The sound of life, laughter, and clinking glasses is still far away, but Song Manzhen hears it tickling in his ears.

How exaggerated is it?Song Manzhen faced the light and sneered.

After Xiaojuan finished picking out the cloth, she asked her servant to help her carry it, and then she went to the largest florist in the city to talk about buying flowers.As soon as she walked into the flower shop, Song Manzhen's eyes lit up, she didn't expect to meet Chunshui again.

Chun Shui, who was wearing a pink gown, stood in front of a tall wooden shelf, holding a pot of green vines with his finger.The thin strips of green vines were wrapped around her fingers, and the young leaves contrasted with her pink skin, so fresh and beautiful.

Song Manzhen was about to go up to say hello, when a tall woman leaned against Chunshui's side, lifted Chunshui's chin, and pressed her fingertips on her lips, and her lips turned bright red.

"The color of this flower juice is much more natural and brighter than rouge. It suits you very well." The woman seemed to be in her early thirties, her voice was deep and her face was very charming. The makeup on her face was too heavy, and she looked tacky. Feeling, but added a kind of majesty.

"Really? Then... I want this color flower juice." Chun Shui took the box of flower juice into his hands, and carefully looked at the pattern on the small brocade box.

Song Manzhen stood where she was, and saw the tall woman put her arms around Chunshui's shoulders and paid for the flower juice.Chun Shui, who had always been proud, let the woman hug her like a well-behaved little rabbit, with a suppressed joy on his face.

As soon as the two turned around, they happened to face Song Manzhen, and Chunshui's expression froze for a moment.

Song Manzhen didn't seem to see her, and walked past her.She thought that Chunshui would at least say hello to her, even if it was in a frivolous tone like before.

Unfortunately, Chun Shui left with that man without a sound.

Song Manzhen didn't move, Xiaojuan went to ask the boss about the flowers, and the boss recommended to her the flower juice Chunshui bought before.Xiaojuan took the small box and came over and asked Song Manzhen if she wanted to try it. Song Manzhen turned around with a dark face and left, regardless of how Xiaojuan called her behind her.

Chunshui and Zhu'er returned to Chunjiang Night, Chunshui was holding the box of flower juice, and walked towards Linshui Pavilion with a smile on his mouth.

Passing by the promenade, I heard the muffled sound of footsteps stepping on the wooden boards in front of me. Chun Shui looked up and saw the Cui Liu girl from the Rouge Pavilion and the Gu Jin girl from the Shuiyue Mirror waving their fans.

"Hey, isn't this the most popular Chunshui girl in our Spring River Night recently? What kind of treasure did that Mr. Song give you?" Cui Liu girl leaned over with a smile, and the scent of fragrance also rushed over, piercing Chunshui's nose Itchy.

Chun Shui didn't want to experience this gossiping Cui Liu, so he smiled politely at her and turned to leave.

"Wait." Gu Jin called her to stop.

"What for?" Chun Shui turned around.

"Early this morning, you were the one who pestered Master to go out, right? The flower juice in your hand...was also given to you by Master?" Gu's eyes were glued to the brocade box in Chun Shui's hand.

"It's just a box of rouge and gouache, the gold hairpins and silver shirts that the master usually gives to Gu Jin girls, any one of them can buy hundreds of boxes of this little thing."

Seeing that Gu Jin's expression was still not good, Chun Shui didn't bother to compete with her and left directly.

"This cripple is too domineering recently." Cui Liu muttered in Gu Xie's ear.

"Hmph, it's not easy to deal with her? How long will the master come back this time, and when will he leave..." Gu Jin and Cui Liu left side by side.

Chun Shui returned to the pavilion, put the brocade box on the table, stared at it for a while, the smile disappeared completely, and stuffed the brocade box into the drawer.

As soon as the brocade box was put in the drawer, the bell outside the door rang, and Chun Shui's heartbeat suddenly accelerated for some reason, and when he looked back, Song Manzhen had already appeared at the door.

"You ..." Chun Shui looked at Song Manzhen, who was wearing a women's clothing, and his eyes were round. "How can you wear it like this?"

Song Manzhen didn't speak, just stared at her.

"How?" Chun Shui instinctively became vigilant when he saw Song Manzhen's expression was unkind.

"I came to this spring night, what can I do? I have already entered your pavilion, so why?" Song Manzhen grabbed Chunshui's arm and pulled her body in front of him.

The unhealed wound on Chunshui's arm was grabbed again, and the sharp pain penetrated into her heart, causing her to clenched her teeth tightly.

Song Manzhen's whole body exuded a gloomy aura, and she lightly rubbed Chunshui's smooth face with the back of her hand: "I thought I would treat you better, it's a good thing to waste time with you, but now I see A prostitute is always a prostitute, even if you are not under me today, you will eventually be under someone else. I spent money to come to this place, just to enjoy it. It’s too bad not to enjoy this kind of good skin early Live by myself."

Chun Shui stared at Song Manzhen's face, heard her words, and suddenly smiled: "That's right, Miss Song, I have already said that Chun Shui is a prostitute, not worthy of Miss Song... um..."

Song Manzhen kissed her forcibly before she could finish speaking.